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Peter hadn’t meant to lick Jonny’s dick at the hospital. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he had gone over there to see him. He had rescued dozens of people from desperate situations, on and off the mountains, in all seasons and all conditions.
But there had been a connection between them, something almost magnetic that had driven him, against his better judgment, to the hospital, then to offer a ride home. The rest of it, that had all been animal instinct.
The storm the night before had left piles of fresh white snow on the street, some of it crusting cars, others in big piles by the sides of driveways. Peter drove carefully, worried that there might be ice on the streets.
“What made you become an EMT?” Jonny asked as Peter paused at a red light.
“Majored in biology, thinking about medical school, but couldn’t hack all those extra years in school. Senior year, a buddy of mine and I were skiing at Sugarloaf, up in the northern part of Maine, and he took a bad turn and fell. I was impressed with the EMTs who flew in and rescued him, and I decided to go for my certification. Got to learn to fly the choppers too, which is totally cool.”
“And how’d you end up over here in Vermont?”
The answer was that another of the reindeer shifters already worked there and had come out to a couple of his coworkers. But it was simpler to say, “Got the job.”
They came into the center of town, passing the old brick mercantile buildings, the white clapboard Congregational church, the bridge over Otter Creek. Every time he saw a holiday decoration or an imitation of Santa’s sleigh, Peter remembered the obligation looming over him. He wanted to get to know Jonny better, and he wanted to help him recover, but what if he had to duck out at an awkward moment because he was needed for a flight?
That was why he never went to visit his family at Christmas. His mother liked to go to midnight mass on Christmas Eve and wanted Peter and his dad to accompany her. It was easier to say he volunteered to work so that guys with families could have the time off.
“And what are we if not your family?” his mother had demanded, the first year he’d worked at the rescue center.
“Imagine if Dad had to work Christmas Eve, or Christmas day,” Peter had said. “Don’t you want guys with kids to be with them?”
“I suppose. But we’ll miss you.”
That probably wasn’t very true; Peter had always felt that his parents loved each other so much sometimes that he felt left out. But he didn’t say anything, and he compromised by spending New Year’s with them, which was fine with him because he didn’t have anyone special to spend it with.
Peter turned easily onto Pleasant Street, and a couple of minutes later Jonny directed him to park in front of a two-story building clad in aluminum siding. “Not much, but it’s home,” Jonny said.
“Hey, looks pretty good to me,” Peter said. “I live on top of a bar on Route 7 south of town, and between the music and the trucks rumbling, I’d appreciate some quiet like this.”
He helped Jonny out of the SUV and into the apartment, which was fortunately on the first floor. The only sign of Jonny’s roommate was a pile of boxes in the middle of the living room, with oversized T-shirts and jeans on top of them.
“I really appreciate this,” Jonny said once they were in his bedroom. “I’ll have to take you out to dinner sometime to thank you. Once I can get around better.”
“You need some help getting out of your gear?” Peter asked.
“I’m okay,” Jonny said, and Peter couldn’t help a twinge of disappointment. He’d been looking forward to Jonny’s long slim cock again. But the poor guy had just gotten out of the hospital. He was probably wiped.
Peter pulled a business card for the air ambulance out and scribbled his name and cell phone number on the back. “Call me when you’re feeling better,” he said.
Jonny took a deep breath. “I’m not good at asking for help from people,” he said. “When I was a teenager, my mom was diagnosed with MS, and my sisters were already out of the house, so I had to step up and take care of her. I got accustomed to sucking it up and doing everything for myself.”
“I get that,” Peter said. “How’s she doing?”
“She’s good. She and my dad live in Florida now, and the warm weather helps her a lot. My dad got a buyout from the company where he worked and invested it in a couple of rental properties, so he’s got a lot more time now to take care of her.”
“That’s good.”
“What I’m trying to say is, yes, I could use some help getting out of these clothes. And then, maybe, you know, afterwards...”
“I can do afterwards,” Peter said. “I mean, I can certainly help you get comfortable.”
“Another kiss like the one yesterday would go a long way to making me comfortable.” Jonny smiled.
Peter leaned in, touching his lips to Jonny’s. Once again he felt that crackle of electricity, a yearning that welled up deep in his gut. It had been a long time since he felt that way about anybody.
For a moment Peter worried that he’d transform, the way he had the day before, but instead he and Jonny kissed, their lips first brushing against each other, then deepening, pressing, opening. The energy swept through his body, speeding his pulse and hardening his dick.
After a couple of moments, Peter backed away. “We should get you out of this gear before we go too much further.”
“I endorse that,” Jonny said, and Peter laughed. Jonny hobbled forward to his bed and stood there, balanced on the crutches as Peter unzipped his ski jacket and slipped it off. He hung it in the closet, then returned to take off the thermal undershirt.
“You have a great chest,” Peter said. He leaned down and took one of Jonny’s nipples in his mouth, sucking it gently until it stiffened into a tiny nub. Jonny groaned with pleasure and wobbled on his crutches.
“My bad,” Peter said, backing away. “Let’s get you settled.” He knelt down and took off Jonny’s boots and socks, one by one, then unsnapped the ski pants and slid them down.
Jonny sat heavily on the bed, bare-assed, and Peter carefully slid the pants over the splint. Jonny’s dick was stiff again, and Peter knelt beside the bed and took it in his mouth, sucking the tip as he fisted the shaft. It tasted just as good as he’d expected, a mix of musk and hospital antibiotic, and something that was uniquely Jonny.
“Oh God, oh God,” Jonny mumbled. He ran his fingers through Peter’s thick brown hair. Then he pushed Peter back off his dick. “You know, you can take your coat off, stay a while.”
Peter grinned. “I think I’ll do that.” While he shucked his many layers in record time, Jonny turned on his side on the bed. From the rear, he looked good enough to eat—broad shoulders narrowing to a slim waist, nearly hairless except for a trail of fine hair along his crack.
He looked over his shoulder at Peter. “I’ve been thinking about those math problems. And the answer is sixty-nine.”
“That’s my favorite kind of math.” Peter slipped his boxer briefs down so that he was naked, his dick pronging out at a forty-five-degree angle. Math again—but only the good kind.
He carefully lowered himself to the bed so that he and Jonny were dick to mouth. He leaned forward and licked experimentally at Jonny’s mushroom head. It was thick and fibrous, and Peter took it in his mouth and sucked.
Peter loved the way Jonny’s slim dick slid easily into his mouth and down his throat, so that he could bury his nose in Jonny’s pubic hair, then begin sucking in earnest, bobbing his head as he nibbled the head, then swallowed, again and again.
Jonny was getting to know Peter’s dick at the same time. It was a thick one, and sometimes guys had trouble with it, but Jonny managed just fine. He teased at the foreskin with his teeth, and each time he twisted it, Peter felt a rush of endorphins.
Jonny came first, having already been primed by Peter’s tongue back at the hospital, but Peter wasn’t far behind him, the orgasm rising from his groin and radiating through his entire body, from his ears down to his toes. He’d rarely had such an all-encompassing rush before – maybe not even since the very first time he shifted.
Was it just Jonny? Or did Jonny do something to Peter’s adrenal gland, the mutated one that controlled his shift?
Could Jonny be some kind of shifter himself? Was that why he brought out those feelings in Peter?
For the first time since discovering his abilities, Peter wanted to share that knowledge with someone else. But he was already falling for this cute ski bum—pun intended. He didn’t want to do anything rash to destroy the chemistry they were building.
