Tom chuckled and stepped out of Greg's personal space. "I just wanted to tell you that I don't have a significant other to rush back to. So, you need not worry about that. I'm not put out at all. I think we could have fun here, too. In fact, I'm glad we're stuck here together. It kinda feels like destiny to me."
Greg merely nodded finding it hard to think. His gaze drifted from Thomas's eyes to his mouth as he spoke. His lips looked so soft. Flashes of those lips on various parts of his body went through Greg's mind. Holding his desire in check around this man was proving to be difficult. He closed his eyes tightly and turned to wipe something invisible from the counter.
"I'd like to get out of these wet pants if you wouldn't mind. I had to stomp through lots of drifts to get here. Do you have a pair of sweats I could borrow until my pants dry?" Tom asked, giving him an opening.
"Yeah, be right back." Relieved to be able to think again, Greg nodded and rushed from the kitchen.
"You can handle this," he told himself, hurrying up the stairs. "Just get the man something to change into and go to bed. If you can make it through the night you'll be fine." He pulled his bag onto the bed. "You are on vacation at the one of best slopes in the country. That is why you are here, Gregorio ... to ski, not for some snow-time booty call. So what if it's spring time and all you can think about is mating? You're way too busy for that type of craziness in your life right now, Greg," he mumbled. He dug through his bag.
"Perhaps if he were closer.... No! I'm the assistant to Max Factor for God's sake! That man has my schedule so booked running around for him, fitting in time for a life will be almost impossible." He yanked a tee shirt from the bag. "That's why you don't have one now, Greg." His words sank into his brain and he sighed. "That, and it never works out in the end."
He snatched another pair of sweat pants and dropped the bag on the floor. "That's it then. I don't have time for this. I can just enjoy the man's company and move on. Yup, that's what I'm going to do."
"What are you going to do, Greg?"
Greg jumped. He turned to see Tom in the doorway. He scanned his brain for a quick answer. "I found you a tee shirt and some sweats. I was about to bring them to you."
"Thanks," Tom said, coming into the room. "If you want to stay while I change I could go slowly so you don't miss anything," he added, his sinister smile turning into a teasing one.
Greg pushed the clothes into Tom's hand and eased pass him. "No, that's okay. I'll wait down stairs."
Greg pulled the door closed behind him, shutting in Tom's laughter. He hurried down the stairs and sat on the couch, but didn't stay long. On his feet again, he ran his hands through his dark hair and paced the floor, wringing his hands.
"What's the matter with you, Greg? You're behaving like a teenage boy in heat. It's not like you haven't been around a handsome man before," he mumbled and then stopped in his tracks. He closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath as he pressed the air down with his palms. Suddenly he smiled and returned calmly to the sofa. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes again.
"Ahhh," Greg said softly.
A short while later he felt a hand rest on his left shoulder. Greg's eyes popped opened to see Tom extending a glass of wine.
"I thought we could have a glass of wine together. My sister always puts a bottle in every cabin in case the occupants are celebrating something. I thought maybe we could have some and relax. I hope you don't mind a semi-sweet red."
He accepted the glass. Tom came around to sit on the sofa opposite him. Greg opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat.
How could a man look so damn sexy in just a tee shirt and sweats?
Greg felt his mouth go dry. He looked Tom over and gulped the wine. They were not the same size or width. Tom was taller and slimmer than Greg, but Tom's broad shoulders made the shirt stretch smoothly across his chest and rise up over the sweats that fit low on his slender hips. The combination gave Greg peeks of the curly blond hair just below his pelvis.
"Do you like it?" Tom asked sitting.
Greg nodded immediately, but Tom gave him a questioning look. His eyes widened with comprehension and he took a quick sip of the wine. "Uh, yes, it's delicious."
Tom nodded and sipped his own.
Greg felt the intensity of Tom's stare again and tried to distract him with chatter.
"So, have you been snowed in before up here?"
"Yeah, a few times, but it's hardly ever bad. The snow comes and goes pretty quickly around here."
"So what do people usually do when they get snowed in?"
"At the lodges there's plenty to do. Each has several game rooms, a restaurant and bar so lots of mixing and mingling goes on. It's sometimes better to be snowed in."
"Well that's just great for the people at the lodges. What do the people in the cabins do when they're snowed in?" he asked.
"Oh, well, those people usually just stay inside, snuggle up and kill the time by having a lot of really hot sex," he answered innocently.
Greg's eyes grew to saucer size as he looked at Tom over his glass.
"Or so I've heard," Tom added with a shrug and muffled his laughter with another sip of wine.
Visions of him topping Tom danced before his eyes making his cock throb mercilessly. He could almost see the air around them pop with sexual tension. Struggling already to steady his quickening heartbeat, the visions did not help at all, but affected him so much he had to bring his legs back up to the sofa to cover the obvious evidence.
He tilted the glass to his mouth again, but only one drop of the wine fell from it. Tom's soft laughter drifted through Greg's haze to his ears. Tom locked his gaze onto Greg holding him in place, and Greg watched him move closer. Leaning toward him, Tom reached out and ran his thumb across Greg's lips to catch the drop of wine without breaking his gaze.
Greg pressed his lips together to stop from sucking Tom's thumb into his mouth. His mouth dropped opened as he watched Tom suck the wine off his thumb seductively. Long intense moments passed before Tom moved even closer to him. Finally, he fastened his mouth over Greg's. Tom's tongue slipped between his lips and Greg found that he couldn't suppress the moan of pleasure that vibrated from his throat.
Damn. Nobody should taste this good.