Hold Me Close

Chapter Thirty Four: Ski Trip Part I

-=Evan=-

Ah February, the month of the year that no one knows what the fuck to do with. Around this time of year is for some reason when the winter decides to fuck us all up the dick hole, and here we are. Every week was a huge, relentless blizzard with hurricane-force winds and temperatures so low that even if you wanted to go outside, it would be damn near impossible. Even for people like me, where I love the cold to death, death is no joke literally what I would find if I ever decided to venture out into the "winter wonderland."

But! Valentines Day! One of the many holidays we associated some random reason to celebrate and forgot the original one. Except, this one's lurve. I don't know, don't judge. But I had a special plan all set up. Er, I should say we. Alex and I had a plan, that being instead of us doing the typical and all too boring normal of buying gifts, eating dinner out, chocolate or something and then going home to fuck each other's brains out, we instead decided to make a group effort and go out somewhere for a little mini vacation of sorts, and then fuck each other's brains out. Seeing as we have been experiencing whiteouts every other day, we came to the conclusion that there was only one get away suitable for this weather, skiing. Well, snowboarding in Alex's case. I remember when I was still super young and my mother was still...you know...here, we used to all go out and go on ski excursions all of the time during the winter, and those were some of the fondest memories that I had, so it was quite obvious why I wanted to go back out there. Sure I was out of practice a bit, but I heard before that learning how to go skiing is like learning how to ride a bicycle, once you learn it, you never forget. Well, I was excited. Nothing better to be when you've been in the car for three hours to get to one of the best mountains ever, Stratton Mountain.

When the mountain finally came out of the clouds and looming over us, I almost jumped out of my seat.

"Well someone's excited aren't they?" Ales asked, turning his head from the road to look at me.

"Ey, fuckhole, eyes back on the road. If we die before I am fucking able to get on that mountain I'll eat your soul." I warned.

"Ey ey ey, fine. But you're technically the fuckhole." He said, winking.

"You ass." I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Mhm, and you can calm your face now because this," he said, turning the car 90 degrees to the right, "is the enterence." I. Almost. Died. How old was I now? Almost 19? Well from 19 years it had been just about five years since I had been skiing and I was really hyped for it.

It took us about ten minutes to locate our cabin, which we had rented out on the resort grounds. It was actually quite cool, the mountain had built a couple rows of cabins for guests to stay in, kind of like a glorified hotel of sorts, but everything about it was appealing to me. Never mind the fact that they had essentially built a town with restaurants and entertainment at the base. Skiing isn't just all about falling down a mountain on ice you know.

The resort had mailed us our keys a week in advance, so we could just go right over to our cabin and unpack our things after a very long drive, so we did just that. I didn't even bother looking around before plopping down on the California King and exhaling loudly.

"So...tired." I said.

"Well that's surely a huge attitude change from in the car, you alright?" Alex asked, starting to unpack his toothbrush snd other bathroom supplies.

"I don't know." I replied, still face-down into the mattress.

"Well, it's actually getting late, plus I intend on getting up early tomorrow so we can get going. Want to just chill out here for the rest of the night?" Alex offered, walking into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom to put his stuff away

"Sounds like a plan." I said, sitting up and propping myself up using the headboard for support. "Alex?" I asked, noting his silence.

"Evan...get in here." Alex said in a tone that I couldn't really make out. So out of curiosity for what about our bathroom was so interesting, I got off of the bed and trotted over to the bathroom that Alex was in. As soon as I entered inside behind him, I knew imediately what it was.

"Our bathtub..." I started.

"...is a fucking jacuzzi!!" Alex finished, rushing over to the luxury tub that neither of us knew was included in our room. He jumped in and leaned back inside of it as if it were filled and on, seeming to enjoy the same amount of pleasure. Damned jacuzzi is trying to take my position!

"Want some bubble bath lil woofer?" I asked sarcastically, walking up to the lip of the basin and staring down at Alex, who was having way too much fun right now. But instead of answering me verbally, he just moved his eyes over to the counter to stare at the stuff he had brought in here to put away. And no shit, a jumbo deluxe bottle of "Mr. Bubble" bubble bath was sitting there in the spotlight. "Of course you did." I groaned, grabbing and shaking my head in a fake disaproval.

"Don't judge!" Alex scoffed. "You brought huge bottle of lube and I brought a huge bottle of fucking bubble bath." He said, taking off his shirt. "Now grab my Mr. Bubble, take off your clothes, and get the hell into this tub here. I wanna test this thing out." He commanded, rubbing the side of the jacuzzi. I rolled my eyes but obeyed, stripping naked as Alex did the same and walked over to him and the quickly filling tub with a bright bubble gum pink bottle of bubble bath in tow. I clambered into the tub and instead of utilizing the wide open space next to Alex, I decided to sit right in his lap, making sure to intentionally deep rub his sheath with my butt.

"Ooh hello." Alex said, spoon hugging me from behind.

"Hello there...ahhh." I said, feeling the hot bubbling water encase me. "I could get used to this."

"Me too." Alex replied. "But you know what would make it better? That bubble bath still in your paw." He said.

"Oop sorry." I said back, uncapping the botthe and pouring some liquid into the bath, letting the moving water sweep up the soap and turn it into bubbles. Alex giggled like a little pup and started to play with the bubbles. "Holy crap Alex, do you have some creepy fetish to Mr. Bubble that I should know about?" I asked, laughing at both his entertainment and enthusiasm of poppimg soap bubbles.

"What? It's fun. You're never too old to have a bubble bath." Alex responded, kissing me on the cheek before returning to the distracting bubbles around him. This wolf...

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Nice little mostly innocent chapter to lighten the mood, I hope you enjoyed! ^-^