ALL MINE: a Lloyd Hansen story

Three

Winters

Lloyd and I got into the cabin in the small neighborhood. It was on the outskirts.

It was very...homey. Very very homey.

Yuck.

One bedroom, a little bathroom, a kitchen, a living room, and a tiny porch.

Great.

And what denny didn't tell us was that electricity here was run off a generator, and the one heat source was in the bedroom, a fireplace.

Even better.

It was the middle of the night here. It was dark and quiet. There was no food or anything, just some coffee in the cupboards.

Lovely.

Lloyd and I got the fire started.

"Don't wanna be like every movie trope ever, but what's gonna happen with the one bed?" I asked as I sat in front of the fire.

"Guess we're gonna have to share."

"Yay." I said sarcastically.

"It's fine. It's a queen bed. You have your side, I have mine. We can make a pillow barrier or some childish shit." He said. "Besides it's only a week. We're fine."

"I don't get why we don't just go and kill him."

"Because sierras are gone with the wind. We could lose him at any moment, so we have to watch his everyday routine first. See a pattern. A habit."

"Blah blah blah." I said as I grabbed my sweatshirt and sweatpants from my bag.

"Woah. What the fuck are you doing?" Lloyd asked.

I stared at him, my pants half off.

"What does it look like dumbass? Am I in a circus? I'm changing. I'm fucking freezing."

"You're just changing right here instead of going into the other room?" He asked.

I took off my pants and put on the sweatpants.

"What? Can't keep your dick in your pants?" I asked. I took off my long sleeve and turned around, unhooking my bra before putting the sweatshirt on.

"That's not what I meant- you're just..come on winters." He said as he saw my bare back.

I threw my bra at his face, making him wince and throw it back. I chuckled and got into the bed.

"Such a baby." I said and got under the covers. "It's a bare back no need to cry about it. Besides. We might as well be comfortable with each other if we're gonna stay here for a week. And you've kissed me, so I'd say we're pretty intimate already."

"Fuck off." He said as he grabbed his clothes to change into.

I watched as he took off his shirt. All I could see were his back muscles, and a bit of his abdomen, but damn he had a lot of hidden tattoos.

"I can feel your stare Winters."

"So he doesn't have a dad bod. Hmm. The mustache made me think you did."

"No I don't. I actually do things for myself like work out."

"You saying I don't? Cause have you seen my ass? The boys that I hook up with seem to love my body."

He cleared his throat. "Didn't think you were nice enough to win anybody." He said as he took off his pants. The outline of his cock was shown through his boxers.

Damn.

Bulge central.

I think his dick is speaking to me or something.

He threw on gray sweats and a long sleeve before getting into bed as well.

"I can actually be nice." I said. He looked over at me.

"Really? Haven't seen it."

"Well it's no secret that you're not any better."

He shrugged his shoulders and turned off the lamp.

"Wake me up if you get too cold and need wood on the fire."

"Oh don't baby me just because I told you I have heart failure." I said as I laid back, turning away from him.

"Fine. Freeze."

"That's fine. I can put wood on the fire by myself."

"Great. I'd love to see it. Maybe you could actually do something then."

"Goodnight Hansen."

"Night." He said and laid back.