Reno and Cloud entered the lodge, and approached the front desk to check in. “Reservation for Strife,” Cloud politely told the front desk clerk. The clerk nodded, and turned his attention to a small computer monitor tucked below the counter. “Yep,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Got ya right here, in the fireplace suite.”
“Ooh, we get a fireplace too, yo?” Reno inquired, grinning at Cloud. “How romantic,” he gushed, as he threw an arm around Cloud. The desk clerk smirked as he handed Cloud a room key, and a bill to sign. “Paying with cash or credit?” he inquired, in a bored monotone.
“You can put it on this one,” Cloud mumbled, shoving a credit card over the countertop toward the clerk, who quickly ran it through the machine, as a receipt spat out. “Please sign here, sir,” the clerk directed, indicating a line on the credit card slip. “And please sign our guest register, over here.” The desk clerk grabbed a quaint looking guest registry, and placed it in front of Cloud for him to sign. In his neat, block script, and almost without thinking, Cloud wrote out: Cloud and Reno Strife. He suddenly felt extremely self-conscious, and blushed crimson. Gods, Cloud thought, smiling as he glanced down at what he’d just written. I feel like I’m back in high school…as if I’m writing the name of my crush together with mine on my notebook or something…I wonder if Reno saw that?
Reno had indeed seen it, but said nothing; he only grinned widely, hoping he didn’t look too goofy. Hoisting their duffel bags over their shoulders, Cloud and Reno both turned from the front desk, intending to head up the stairwell.
“Oh!” the desk clerk called. “One more thing. We have happy hour down here in the great room every evening, from five to seven. Still another hour to go, so feel free to come back down once you’re settled. Free appetizers, and your first drink is on us as well.”
“Sounds good to me, yo!” Reno chirped, grinning. “Thanks, man.” With that, they ascended up the stairwell to their room. Cloud was nervously playing with the room key. “I, um…got us a suite,” he muttered, suddenly feeling self-conscious yet again. It wasn’t as if Cloud and Reno hadn’t been intimate before; they’d been together for a couple of months by this point. However, this was the first time they’d gone away together on a long weekend trip, and—alone. Both Cloud and Reno were vacillating between feeling excited and nervous, and the sexual tension between the two was building, almost palpable.
“A suite?” Reno inquired, as they took a right at the top of the stairs, heading down the corridor to their room. “Wow…nice! I hope it didn’t cost too much?”
“Not really,” Cloud replied, smiling, as he unlocked the door. He let out a low whistle as he surveyed their suite. “It’d be worth it, though. Reno, get a load of this!” he said, as he opened the door wide. The room was spacious, but not overly huge. As they walked in, there was a small kitchen to the right, and a living room to the left, that contained a fireplace. “Nice,” Reno remarked, as he and Cloud set their bags down. He inched over to Cloud, flinging an arm around his waist and pulling him in for a hard kiss. “I’ve always wanted to make love by the fireplace,” Reno purred, his tongue flicking across Cloud’s earlobe. “Haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” Cloud murmured, swallowing hard. Damned if Reno isn’t getting me hard already, Cloud thought, bemused. And we just got here!
“But what about…happy hour?” Cloud asked Reno, as he reached around the Turk’s waist and hugged him tightly. “Unless…you want to skip out on the free food and booze…”
Reno groaned. What a dilemma. Sex by the fireplace with his gorgeous boyfriend, or – free food and booze. He looked at his watch – it was now 6:15. “Okay,” Reno said slowly and reluctantly, as he broke from Cloud’s embrace. “Um—can’t we do both?” Reno said, grinning. “You know me, Cloud…I will never turn down free alcohol. I’m sorry, babe…”
“Don’t be sorry,” Cloud replied, chuckling. “I’m fucking hungry anyways. Let’s go down there for a bit, and then…we’ll come back up here and start a fire.”
“Fuck yeah, we’ll start a fire,” Reno interjected, leering at Cloud.
“I meant,” Cloud explained, chuckling, “starting a fire in the fireplace. Not in your pants. Horndog.”
“You know it!” Reno crowed, as they exited their room, leaving their bags behind. Cloud made sure the door was locked, then they descended the staircase once again, and walked past the lobby to the great room, where there was a well-stocked bar, surrounded by barstools. There were a few small tables and booths around the perimeter of the room.
Cloud and Reno sidled up to the bar and each took a seat on a barstool. A friendly-looking bartender approached them, placing cocktail napkins in front of each. “What’ll you have, boys?” she inquired, placing her hands on the well-worn surface of the bar.
“Hmm,” Reno murmured, pondering for a moment. “Actually, I think I’ll have a whiskey sour.”
Cloud had been eyeballing the selection of bottles behind the bartender, before making a decision. “I’ll have a Killer Bee, please,” Cloud told the bartender.
“You got it!” she replied, as she got drink glasses down from the rack, and began mixing drinks.
“Wait a minute,” Reno interrupted, gazing at Cloud. “Killer Bee? What the hell’s in that?”
Cloud smiled. “It’s half Barenjager, and half Jagermeister. Sounds weird, but they’re pretty damned addicting, actually.”
“Ooh,” Reno replied, suddenly interested. “I think I want that instead. Excuse me?” he called to the bartender. “Changed my mind…can I have what he’s having, if you haven’t started mine yet?”
“Not a problem,” the bartender replied, smiling. “Killer Bee is pretty popular in this bar…that’s a good choice. If you guys really like Barenjager, you may want to try a Jackass shot later on.”
Reno and Cloud both laughed at this. “I haven’t heard of that one,” Cloud commented.
“Neither have I,” said Reno. “Shit, that sounds like something I’d drink just because of the name.”
“Of course you would, Reno,” Cloud remarked, giggling. “Hell, so would I!”
“Feel free to help yourselves to the buffet over there,” the bartender told them, pointing to a long table on the opposite side of the bar, as she continued mixing drinks. “Hot appetizers until 7:00, every night.”
“Excellent!” Reno replied, rubbing his hands gleefully. They both headed over to the buffet line, and heaped their plates with wings, mozzarella sticks, and meatballs.
“This is so not healthy,” Cloud remarked as they took their seats once again.
“Who the fuck cares!” Reno countered, chortling. “We’re on vacation!”
“We’re only here for the weekend,” Cloud reminded Reno, as they dug into their plates. The bartender, noticing they’d returned, came by and placed their drinks in front of them. “Um…sorry to tell you this, guys, but you may end up stuck here beyond the weekend. There’s a storm coming in tonight that’s supposed to dump several feet of snow on the town.”
“Several feet of snow?” Reno exclaimed, practically choking on a chicken wing. “And it’s starting tonight? Oh shit, Cloud, we’d better check out now and get back…”
“I wouldn’t recommend that,” the bartender interrupted, grimacing. “It’s already started snowing out there, look!” She pointed out the large picture window at the front of the great room.
“Oh shit,” muttered Cloud. “Yeah, um Reno? I’m not driving back in this shit. We’ll have to wait it out here. I’m sorry.”
Reno sipped his drink thoughtfully, saying nothing. An evil smile flitted across his face as he turned to Cloud, and gazed at him seductively. “You know,” he said quietly, leaning in a bit toward Cloud. “Being stuck in the snow might not be such a bad thing after all. I’m sure we can think of something to do to pass the time…”
The bartender grinned at the pair, then quietly turned away, causing Cloud to choke on his drink. “Reno,” he sputtered. “Really…did you have to like, announce that to everyone in the bar?”
“Oh, please,” Reno scoffed, draining his glass. “Two of those Jackass shots, please?” he asked the bartender. “Seriously,” he continued, turning to Cloud. “Who cares what anyone else thinks, anyways? It’s not like I stood up on the bar and screamed ‘we’re going to fuck all night long, until we pass out!’ Right?” Reno laughed even harder when he saw Cloud’s mortified expression.
“It’s not….like I want to hide our relationship, or anything like that,” Cloud stammered, cheeks reddening. “I’m just not as…”
“You’re not as loud as me,” Reno said, finishing Cloud’s sentence for him. “It’s okay, I get it. You’re shy. I think it’s cute.” Reno traced his fingers over Cloud’s chin, and kissed him tenderly.
“I’m not shy,” Cloud retorted. “If I was, I never would have ended up in your bed in the first place.”
Reno knitted his eyebrows together as he remembered. “That first time…weren’t we drunk?” he asked.
“A little bit tipsy, maybe,” Cloud admitted, smiling. “But I stayed for breakfast, as you may recall.”
“You made breakfast, yo,” Reno added. “Pancakes. I love pancakes...” he said, almost wistfully.
“You love everything, Reno,” Cloud chuckled. “Come on…let’s have this shot, then go upstairs.”
“Sounds good to me.” They clinked their shot glasses together, toasted each other, and downed them in one gulp.
“Damn, that was fucking good,” Reno commented, licking his lips. “I want another. But…I also want to go upstairs. Shit. What’s in that, anyway?”
“Half shot of Barenjager, half a shot of butterscotch schnapps,” the bartender replied. “Tastes like candy, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Reno replied. Turning to Cloud, he said, “Hey, let’s find a liquor store and buy this shit, then take it to the room.”
“Okay…” Cloud said slowly, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and impatient. Not to mention, hard. He was aching to get Reno upstairs, and alone. “Make it fast, though,” he muttered.
“Ha, so you’re horny, Cloud?” Reno smirked. “Oh good.” He threw several gil notes on the bar to cover their tab, then bid the bartender farewell. “Thanks, ma’am. We’ll probably see you again tomorrow.”
“Have a good night, gentlemen!” she replied, as she wiped down the bar.
*********
After settling their tab, Reno and Cloud walked past the front door near the lobby, on their way back up to their room. Cloud paused for a moment to look out the window; the snow was swirling, falling in large, thick flakes. “It’s perfect,” Cloud murmured, staring out the window.
“What’s perfect, babe?” Reno inquired, placing an arm around Cloud, as he gave him a gentle peck on the cheek.
“The snow,” Cloud replied, smiling. “The snow is that thick, wet kind…and it’s perfect for making snowballs…snowmen…or a snow fort…” He cocked his head and looked at Reno curiously for a moment; then, his face erupted into a brilliant smile. “Come on, let’s go,” he urged Reno, grabbing his arm and tugging him out the door.
“What?” Reno queried, feeling a bit confused. “Where are we going…I thought we were going upstairs, yo?”
“We will,” Cloud replied, as they exited through the door. Both men pulled up the hoods of their jackets, as the snowflakes fell, sticking to their hair. “First, though,” said Cloud, as he quickly reached over to a snowbank, as he balled some snow in his gloved hand, “we’re gonna have a snowball fight!” Without warning, he launched the snowball at Reno, catching him in the chest.
Reno, obviously unprepared for the attack, staggered back a few steps, but quickly recovered himself. “You…you bastard!” he shouted, grinning as he wiped snow off of his jacket. “You will pay for that, you know,” Reno threatened.
“Gotta catch me first,” taunted Cloud, as he ran right past Reno, scrambling up a snowbank, then completely disappearing from view.
“Where the fuck did you go, Cloud?” Reno demanded. “Cheeky bastard,” Reno muttered, gathering snow and forming it into balls as he did so. Standing upright, he squinted into the darkness, only to be hit square in the face with a snowball. “The fuck!” he shouted, charging toward the area the object had been thrown from. “Cloud, I’m gonna get you for this…” He heard a scrabbling movement, but still could see nothing in the blackness.
Reno’s feet flew out from underneath him, as he was tackled from behind by Cloud, who pounced on him, shoving him face first into the snow. Laughing, Cloud helped Reno up, and flipped him over, laying him on his back. He sat atop Reno, straddling his legs, and grinning down at him.
“Are you having fun, Cloud?” Reno asked sarcastically.
“I am,” Cloud replied, laughing hysterically. “Oh Gaia, you should have seen your face…”
“Hmpf,” grunted Reno, pretending to be pissed. He couldn’t help but smile, seeing how happy Cloud was. And he had to admit, Cloud did ambush him pretty damned well.
“I think we should go warm up now,” Cloud whispered, as he lowered his head to Reno’s, capturing his lips in a deep kiss.
“Yeah,” Reno agreed, smirking. “My ass is cold, you know.”
“Hmm,” Cloud murmured, holding out a hand as he helped Reno to his feet. “I think I can help with that.” He grinned, and grabbed Reno’s hand, pulling him back toward the brightly lit lodge. The two bounded up the staircase, taking the stairs two at a time, and were nearly breathless by the time they reached their room. Cloud got the room key out of his pocket, and inserted it into the lock. Reno was practically on top of Cloud after the door shut behind them; he kissed the blond hard, and began undressing him hastily.
“Shouldn’t…we…start a fire in the fireplace, first?” Cloud asked, panting, as he broke from the kiss. Reno had gotten Cloud’s jacket off by now, and had moved on to other items of clothing.
“Uh…yeah, let’s do that,” Reno replied, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “It’s…cold in here. Not for long, yo.” He grinned as he knelt down by the fireplace, and chucked a few extra logs on top of the bit of wood already in the fireplace grate. Reno fished around his pants pocket, and finally located his lighter. He ignited a few small pieces of fatwood, and tucked them into the larger logs, then closed the fireplace grate.
“There,” Reno said to himself, wiping his hands on his pants. “Cloud?” He looked around, and noticed that Cloud was suddenly missing. “Cloud? Where are you?”
“In here,” came his voice from the adjacent bedroom. Reno dashed into the room, heart pounding excitedly in his chest – and stopped short at the sight before him. Cloud was lying on the bed, completely nude, legs bent at an angle, and he was slowly moving his hand over a nearly painful looking erection, grinning at Reno as he spotted him in the doorway.
Reno swallowed hard, and began undressing himself quickly. “Fuck, Cloud,” he sputtered, as he struggled with his boots. Pants and shirt soon followed hitting the floor, and Reno slithered up on the bed, kneeling in front of Cloud. “Do it, Cloud,” the Turk whispered. “I want to see you touch yourself again.”
“You liked that, huh?” Cloud murmured, as he wrapped his hand around his cock, groaning as he did so. “Mmm,” he groaned. Reno said nothing – he felt incapable of speech at the moment, really, as he felt his hand wander down to his own stiff cock. “Gods, Cloud,” Reno finally whispered, almost sounding awed. “You are so fucking beautiful.” It always took his breath away, to look at Cloud’s face, contorted with passion and pleasure.
“How’s…the fire?” Cloud inquired, gasping in between strokes.
“Good. It’s…good,” Reno replied, panting. “Damn it, Cloud, I just want to fucking touch you already…”
“Then do it,” Cloud shot back abruptly, sitting up quickly. Kneeling and facing Reno, he wrapped him in a tight hug, and kissed him fervently. Reno’s hand reached up, cupping the back of Cloud’s head, stroking blond fluffy hair. Can’t ever get enough of you, Reno, Cloud thought. Gazing into Reno’s eyes, and not breaking contact, Cloud took Reno’s hand in his, as they stood up from the bed. Reno grabbed the comforter off of the bed, and dragged it behind him. “Let’s lay in front of the fire,” he whispered suggestively. Cloud nodded silently, and followed Reno without a word.
Reno spread the comforter in front of the hearth smoothing it out. The fire, by now, had grown substantially, and was throwing off quite a bit of heat. “We might need pillows, yo,” Reno muttered, grabbing a few throw pillows off of the couch.
“And another blanket,” Cloud offered, after finding an extra one in the front closet. He spread it out over the comforter, and slid in between the covers, propping himself up on one elbow, and regarding Reno mischievously. “Forget something?” Cloud asked, smiling.
“Nope,” Reno replied, grinning, as he displayed a small container of lube. “I didn’t forget a thing, yo.” Reno joined Cloud, sliding in between the cool covers. He flinched as his body encountered the searing heat of Cloud’s. “How are you so fucking warm, Cloud?” Reno inquired, shivering slightly.
Cloud shrugged, smiling. “Guess I’m used to colder climates. Enough pillow talk,” Cloud murmured. He and Reno were laying on their sides, facing each other; Cloud scooted closer to Reno, so close that their erections were now touching. Reno groaned pleasurably at the sensation.
“Fuck, Cloud,” Reno gasped, as his hand wandered around Cloud’s back; he pulled him in, and ground his pelvis into Cloud’s, causing both of them to moan ecstatically. Reno positioned himself over Cloud, and nudged his legs apart with his knee, settling in between his thighs. He stretched, laying his body over Cloud’s, as he resumed grinding his cock onto Cloud’s. Cloud moaned and threw his head back, reaching his hands around Reno’s backside, as he grabbed the Turk’s ass. Opening his eyes for a moment, Cloud was awestruck at how beautiful Reno looked in the flickering firelight; the fire revealed tones of copper and strawberry blond in his red hair.
“Reno,” Cloud breathed heavily, pulling the Turk to him for a heated kiss. “You are...fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, his hand wandering to the back of Reno’s head, attempting to loose his ponytail from its tie. Finally reaching its goal, Cloud’s hand pulled, and a cascade of hair fell around Reno’s shoulders. Now, with the firelight shining behind Reno, and with his hair down, it looked as if the man was edged with fire, as his hair framed his face and body.
“Oh, Cloud,” Reno whispered, his voice trembling. “I love you so much. I..want you, Cloud. I want you now.” The Turk’s long fingers, already slick with lube, wandered in between Cloud’s legs, until they finally found their mark. He inserted one, then a second, as Cloud moaned and writhed beneath him. “Love you…too. Now, Reno,” Cloud begged. “I want you inside me now, please.”
“Not ready yet,” Reno murmured, as he inserted a third finger, preparing Cloud more fully. He carefully withdrew the digits, then prepared himself with lube, slicking it over the head of his cock. Inhaling sharply, Reno positioned himself, and plunged into Cloud, who wrapped his legs around Reno’s waist, urging him to go deeper, harder, faster. Grunting, Reno wordlessly complied, pummeling into Cloud’s ass. Reno could innately sense that his lover was about to come to his peak, and he reached down to grab Cloud’s cock, only to encounter Cloud’s own hand already pumping furiously at his shaft. “Together,” Reno whispered, sandwiching his hand on top of Cloud’s, as they stroked in unison, and came together in a rush of liquid heat. “Sweet fucking Shiva,” Reno muttered, as he released his load. They lay together for a few moments afterwards - silent, save for the beating of their hearts, and the ragged panting of breathing.
“Well,” Reno murmured, as he reluctantly withdrew from Cloud, and lay next to him, cradling Cloud’s head in the nook of his shoulder. “That was nice.” He laughed softly, smiling as he felt Cloud’s arm wrap comfortably around his waist.
“Yeah,” Cloud replied, chuckling. “I’ll say it was nice. So…still think this trip was a bad idea, Reno?” Cloud inquired, kissing Reno’s chest.
“Nah,” Reno answered lazily. “Yeah, it’s inconvenient getting snowed in and all that, but if this is how we’ll be passing the time? I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Neither do I,” said Cloud, sleepily. He felt himself starting to drift off to sleep, and smiled at the thought of waking up right by the fire, cradled in Reno’s arms.
“And another thing,” Reno added, quietly. “I have decided, I fucking love the winter. The snow makes me horny, yo.”
Cloud giggled. “Reno – everything makes you horny!” They both laughed softly, as they drifted off to sleep, in a contented, post-coital haze.
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