NSFW Content: Anal sex, first time, spit/cum as lube, lots of awkward fumbling and giggling.
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The icy wind rushed through the gap of the car door, making Tsurai shiver in the passenger seat. He held his phone to his ear with a hand tucked into his sleeve, trying to sustain the last hint of warmth in his purple fingers. As a tow truck mechanic spoke to him over the phone, Mint stood partway out of the driver door, cursing and pushing the gas pedal. The wheels spun fruitlessly, squealing and skidding and rumbling the car.
Mint erupted with one final curse, throwing his hands up and giving up on the whole endeavor. His teeth chattered as he sat back down in the driver's seat, and slammed the door shut. With fingers thawing in front of the heater vents, Mint waited expectantly for Tsurai to wrap up the conversation.
"Okay, thank you. Call me when you're on your way. Bye," Tsurai spoke with a low tone that made a pit form in Mint's stomach. The terse 'bye' was all he needed to hear, but Tsurai informed him anyway, "It's going to be awhile."
Mint didn't want to ask, "how long?"
Tsurai's eyes dropped, answering the question like an admission of guilt, "The guy said there's a lot of stranded cars right now, and we're kind of out of the way. He said maybe about six to eight hours."
Mint's jaw clenched. He shouldered the driver door angrily, exiting and slamming it closed behind himself. Tsurai followed him out, calling after Mint, "I don't know if we can dig ourselves out. The ground's too icy here."
Mint grunted with the effort of digging more snow from around the car with bare fingers. There were already large dugouts around every tire. The two did their best to get themselves out of the situation, biting back the pain of frozen hands and tight shivering muscles. But it was all for naught. The futile efforts made Mint's panic start to spike. They were stuck out here on a winding back road highway. The nearest town was still over twenty minutes away. If they couldn't get out of this snowbank, they were trapped.
Tsurai gently took Mint's wrist to get him to stop, "Your fingers are gonna fall off."
The stinging tingling feeling in his fingertips echoed that sentiment. Mint could barely move them. With a defeated sigh, he gave up on the task. The two re-entered the car, still running with comforting heat. Mint checked his gauges, terrified that they'd run out of gas and warmth. A little over a quarter tank left.
"I'm sorry," Tsurai mumbled down to the hands in his lap, rubbing the numbness from his palms. His voice warbled as he spoke those two words, and Mint's heart tightened at the sound.
"Why?" Mint asked.
There was a hitch in Tsurai's voice, "We're here because I needed you to drive me. You even said that it might snow tonight and it would be a bit risky, but I made us go anyway. You were nice enough to offer to drive me to my parents, and look what happened."
"It's not-" Mint tried to respond.
But Tsurai spoke over him, voice rising in tearful frustration, "I just had to be home this weekend. I'm a grown-ass man, but I'm still afraid of disappointing my dad! I insisted we drive out tonight because I was scared of how he would react if I told him no."
