Icebreaker – Part 3

Icebreaker – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos

We four all took a breath and got about straightening up the beds.  The clothes in the washroom were another matter, but we could get to them later.  I made a mental note as a good boyfriend not to make Mia sleep in the wet spot, which was now a bigger wet spot thanks to Ms. T, but at least it was the same wet spot as me and Mia had made earlier.

Then Johnny reminded us that we were all still kind of hungry.  I got fully dressed and volunteered to head down into the party zone and find some food.  Johnny gave me some dough, too, which helped.

I did find that the small restaurant always stayed open until 11:00pm for après ski dining, and I bought four good, hot sandwiches and fries to go.  The cashier lady tipped me off that the Cokes in the stairwell vending machine were cheaper and gave more soda than the cups she could sell me.  I gave her a nice tip for putting the whole shebang together.  I did get sodas and some crunchy things like Doritos at the machine, and filled a left-behind bucket with ice and headed back to the room.

Just before I got there, I ran into Mr. Dambraugh.  “Have you seen Ms.Tattersall?” he asked me. 

“Not for a while,” I told him.  “She checked on us about an hour ago, maybe two, and she looked wiped out, tired…”  Then I whispered, “…or drunk.”  I kicked our door for someone to help me with the stuff.  Johnny, dressed in sweats, opened it and took the top couple of layers of food.

Mr. D nodded, sagely.  “Say, listen.  Have you hung up your clothing to dry?”

“Not hardly,” I admitted.

“So, I, um…” he said as Johnny came back and took the rest from me.  “Johnny seems in good spirits.  He doing okay?”

“Yeah, little by little,” I said.  “We’re keeping him warm.”

“Good, good,” Mr. D said.  “I don’t want to come into your room, all four of you boys are there, obviously, with the food, and I don’t blame you.  But I’m going to come back in ten minutes, and I want you boys to gather all your wet things and put them in the plastic bags the lodge gives you in the closet.  Then I’ll take them down to the laundry.”

That was good news.  He left, and we got busy packing our wet things.  When Mr. D came back, we told him we’d gone next door to the girls’ room and got Lyla’s wet clothes for him, too, which he’d forgotten about.  He was grateful to not have to bother the girls and lugged our heavy bags away.

For the next two hours, we ate BLT clubs and Reubens and fries while we watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower.  Casino Royale came on after Thomas Crown Affair, but the girls changed the channel.  Wallflower’s really good, too.

We reached that point when it was time to turn everything off and go to bed, but Serendipity came on and the girls swooned, saying it was so romantic, so we shut the lights off but left the TV on.

We were all tired from the skiing and had full bellies, as my mom would say, so once we closed our eyes, it wouldn’t take long before we were snoring, but we were still so horny.  Mia had some energy to burn and took her turn on top, bouncing the bed as hard as she wanted, but still a little concerned about who might hear her screaming, so she kept herself down to just moaning.  That saucy little minx!

Johnny and Lyla had no such fears, but they were more playful.  No one was watching TV, anymore, so I’d shut that off.  There was only the moonlight leaking through the curtains to see by, and those two were mostly under the covers, so when Mia and I were still, I figured out what they were up to.

“Come on, you’ve got to build up some resistance,” she said, running an ice cube down his chest.

“Don’t you think I’ve had enough ice for one night?” he said, though it sounded like he giggled because he was reacting to the cold.

“You were the one playing Don’t Break the Ice tonight.  Now that I bring in the sexy rules, you don’t want to play anymore?” said her voice.

“I was playing against Rory, so…” he said, with a shiver.

“Who won?” her voice came out from the comforter.

“I won two-out-of-three,” I interrupted.

Lyla’s head appeared.  “What did you win?”

“I don’t know if Johnny’s up to it, tonight…!” I laughed.

“You mean…?” Lyla asked, figuring it out.  “That would be so hot to see!”

“Yeah, hot, not cold.  No ice cubes,” Johnny said.  Then to me he said, “I don’t know if I’ve got it in me, tonight.  Maybe in the morning.”

“Will we have time in the morning?” Lyla asked.

“Don’t have to turn in our key cards until eleven,” Johnny informed us.  “There’ll be enough time to fuck you in the ass,” he told me.

“Um, I won, if you remember,” I said.

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled.

“Was that the first time you guys kissed?” Lyla asked.

Johnny was silent.  I think we were both trying to think of whether we wanted the girls to know about our night a few weeks ago.

“No,” Johnny admitted.  “It’s just the first time we’ve done it in front of you.  Trusting you.  But I meant it.  I love my friend.”

“I know you do,” Lyla said quietly, and I could hear them kiss.

Then I heard ice.  They were kissing and passing an ice cube back and forth between them.  There were some slurping noises, and some crunching, and some “Oops!” and some giggles.  I don’t know why I actually brought ice back with me.  I mean, the Cokes were cold already, but the ice machine was there, so I brought ice.  I don’t know.

“Hey, guys, that’s playing Hot Potato, not Don’t Break the Ice,” I said, but that didn’t stop them.

“I win,” Johnny said a wet moment later.  I guess the ice finally melted in Lyla’s mouth.

I was going to ask what he’d won, when I saw a shape moving down under the covers.

“Oooh!  No!  That’s cold!” Johnny almost screamed.  “Not on my balls!”

“That’s so cool!” Lyla said, muffled.  “I can feel your sack tightening up!”

“Not cool — cold!”

Then I heard the ice in Lyla’s mouth, again.

“Oooh, yeah… that’s okay.  That is kinda cool,” he said.  Then there were little breaths, little inhales, as Lyla was doing something to him.  I wanted to ask, but just let my imagination play.

“All gone,” Lyla sang a little bit later.

“Your tongue is still cold,” he noticed.

“Then…” was all Lyla said.

There was some shifting, and then Johnny warmed up his cock inside Lyla.  They were noisy, and things were gentle, and then they were fast and hard, and they lost the comforter, and then they were desperate, and then they exploded, and then they collapsed.  There was some talking, but all I could make out were the V sounds from the word ‘love.’

It was hot watching them, two shapes just a few feet from me.  Enough to get me hard, again.  But I looked to Mia, and she was fast asleep in my arms.  A few seconds later, so was I in hers.

The morning was nice.  Not the weather, or anything like that.  Just the feeling of waking up and finding you were still together, that you’d spent the entire night together like you’d been dreaming of.  Like I’d been dreaming of.  Like Mia’d been dreaming of.

The gap in the curtains was letting in a tall, thin rectangle of light, enough to let us know it was morning.

Mia was still with me.  We’d both shifted some since falling asleep.  She’d been in the crook of my arm, against my chest and side when I nodded off; now she was the little spoon in our bed.

The sun was pointed across our feet under the covers, so not in our eyes, but there was plenty of light to see my girl by.  She looked so innocent.  So sweet.  Like a kid.  It’s what her mom probably sees in her face every day.  And her dad.  Probably especially her dad.  And here I am, the boy who made her go on the Patch.

That all aside, I looked at my Mia.  My love.

I could look at her like that for hours.

There was that feeling inside.  I’ve had it before about her.  Moments when I knew, just knew, I was in love with her, and sure she was with me.  Forget all those “luv ya” texts.  I’d known all along.  I can’t imagine a time when I won’t love her.

Part of me knows, though.  I’m fifteen.  We’ll probably break up sometime in the next year.  Maybe two.  But I don’t want to think about that.  What we have right now is perfect.  She is perfect.  Maybe I’m perfect because of her.

I heard some rustling behind me.  Everything is behind me, the way I’m facing.  Maybe Johnny and Lyla’s rustling was the reason I woke up.  I had no idea what time it was.  The hotel clock on the nightstand and my phone were behind me.  The sun comes up a little after seven, these days, I knew from getting ready for school in the dark, so it must be somewhere between seven and eight, maybe?  Still time to hold Mia and snooze for a bit.

But then there’s breakfast to consider.  Breakfast would be nice.

And morning sex.  I’ve always wanted to have morning sex with someone other than my hand.

My mind turned on.  I started thinking about Conor and Ms. T and how that would work, them trying to not let anyone know.  Then I envied Conor with the shower they would probably take together.  Damn.

I thought about Costa and his — maybe — threesome, if that’s what he was saying.  Good for him.

And I thought about breakfast, again.

Then I thought about Mr. D coming to our room with our dry clothes and finding out Mia and Lyla were here.  But he was cool; he wouldn’t come charging in, or anything.

And I thought about morning sex.

I had to know.

Regretfully, I withdrew my arm from over Mia and turned over to the other side.  The clock was facing Johnny.  I reached out and turned it.  7:42am.  Good.  We had time.

I picked up my phone to check the charge — I’d forgotten to plug it in — and saw I had twenty-two messages.  I brought the phone to me, wondering what emergency was going on.  What had I slept through?

They were all from Conor.  Either texts saying, “Dude!  I’m fucking Ms. T!” or texts with photos or videos of him fucking Ms. T.  I laughed when auto-correct made however he’d spelled Tattersall into “tattle snail.”

Then I looked at Johnny and Lyla.  I hadn’t even noticed them moving.  Lyla was on top of Johnny, lying face down in his neck with her eyes closed.  They both might’ve still been asleep except for the slow, almost glacial, pace to her moving up and back on him.  I don’t know how much sleep they’d gotten.  For all I knew, they’d been fucking all night long.  No.  Making love.  To look at them, you’d know it was ‘making love.’  I was not envious of them.  I was truly happy for them.  If I was envious about anything, it was of that time they were sharing when their love was new.

I turned back to Mia and draped my arm over her, again, only this time with intention to caress her breasts.  Soft and warm.

“About time you woke up,” she murmured.  “Your dick’s been poking me for an hour but you were still snoring.”

Mia!

“You could have woken me, you know,” I said to her hair, kissing her hair.

“No.  It was peaceful.  Warm.  Just what I wanted.”  Mia opened her eyes and turned to see me.  “C’mere.”

She shifted flat on her back and I slid over on top of her.  We melted into each other.  Now I understood how Johnny and Lyla wound up that way.

I dragged my cock up and down through Mia’s landing strip.  I loved that feeling, all her thick hairs tickling the underside of my cock, tickling my sweet spots.  If I kept it up, I’d wind up cumming on her, and that’s not what I wanted to do.  On the next downstroke, I kept going and slid over her clit, feeling Mia react beneath me.  I couldn’t go inside her, yet; I had to feel her flinch a few more times!  Every time she did, my smile got bigger.  I wanted her to open her eyes and see me smiling, but she didn’t, though her own smile told me she was enjoying it.

Again, I could cum doing this, but also again, I didn’t want to.  I slid through her labia, found her opening, and pushed inside.

Mia broke her daydream with a loud whisper, groaning, “Fuuuuu-cckkkkk…”

Mia’s pussy was still wet.  Overnight, she hadn’t been able to get rid of any of my cum, however girls do that.  When I found my way inside her, there was still evidence of our last encounter.

I love fucking my Mia.  And this fuck was special.  Lying here, all stretched out, our skin still feeling that sleep glow, tired but soft.  Different parts of our bodies waking up.  Nothing cold.  My hands in her dark hair, not worried about messing it up.  Both of us kissing with closed mouths, worried about morning breath, but it was both of us, so eventually tongues pushed through.

I didn’t pound her pussy.  Just slid in and out.  In and out.  Just holding her and sliding in and out.  We could do it this way for hours, it felt like.  But Mia was waking up.  “Give it to me,” she moaned into my shoulder.

I didn’t start slamming, but picked up the pace with each thrust.  A little faster.  A little harder.  Each time, a little harder, a little faster.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

“Like that?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“Like that?”

“Yessss….”

“Like that?”

“Fuck…”

“Like that?”

“…. fuck me…”

I finally propped up on my arms so I could give it to her.

Johnny and Lyla were doing the same.  I could see Lyla still on top but more upright, now, her tits bouncing.  She has nice tits.  And she was making more noise.  Lyla was cumming.

I had heard Lyla cum several times the night before, but hearing her make her little noises now, her whines, her “ah-ah-ah”s, it turned me on.  Even Mia must’ve felt my cock get harder as she opened her eyes at the instant the electricity flowed through me, the combined energy of her and Lyla’s moans.  I finally started pounding Mia’s pussy, wanting to add this morning’s load on top of whatever I’d left last night.

Mia started cumming before I did, so I knew I was doing my job well, and then I pushed that last bit further and allowed myself to cum.

I love being able to cum inside Mia, now.  Not just about not worrying about getting preggers, but just being able to stay with her, finish inside her, let myself give everything I am while we’re connected, and then relax together.  Still together.  Still connected.  Finding that pleasure of sleeping together, being inside each other’s dream, inside that twilight, day and night mixed together.  Me and Mia…

We slipped to our sides and held each other again, like we had all night.  Time passed…

Morning sex is nice and slow and easy.  But it also can get uncomfortable, we’d found.  Mia backed up and slipped away into the washroom.  Actually, it was Lyla coming out of the washroom and Mia slipping in.  I rolled onto my back, waking up for the second time that morning, noting the sunbeam had moved across the bed more.

“Morning,” Johnny said to me across the gap.

“Morning,” I said in agreement and welcome.

“Look at us,” he said, wrapping Lyla back under the covers with him.  He meant look at all of us, not just him and Lyla.  “I feel like a prince.” 

“We should do this more often,” I said, though we all knew that the ‘how’ was much more difficult than the ‘why.’

“Ski Club has another overnight on MLK weekend,” Lyla recalled.  “At Cascade.”

“We’ll start saving up,” Johnny said.

“Anyone’s parents going out all night on New Year’s?” Lyla asked.  We all knew Mia’s parents and Lyla’s mom were a ‘no,’ but Johnny and I looked at each other with a ‘maybe’ in our eyes.

When Mia returned, Johnny said, “Time to hit the shower.”

“Running away from me, again?” I teased Johnny.

“I’m not running away.  Just going to the shower,” he said, and I watched naked Johnny Walker walk past me to the washroom, his cock swinging.

Both girls looked at me with some expectation.  I pressed myself up out of bed and followed his ass in.  We had a short peeing contest and then we were inside the shower.  The room’s shower wasn’t as fancy as one I’d had in the hotel when we traveled to Vancouver to visit my aunt and uncle, but it held the both of us well enough in a nice glass booth.  The ski lodge people were very thoughtful and included a liquid soap and shampoo dispenser instead of bar soap and the little bottles.  The liquid soap didn’t smell like my Krakengard, or Johnny’s Nightpanther, but it was “elegant” enough for both genders.  And slippery enough to put my cock in Johnny’s ass.

Once the warm water hit us, his arms were around me, and my hands roamed on him.  And now, yes, it felt natural to kiss him, and we did.  We took some time to just let our bodies slide against each other under the rain as the water got hotter, and to grip each other’s muscles in massage.  Boy, after the stress of skiing, they did need it.  We were both sore.  I like how Mia touches me, but her hands can’t do half the job Johnny’s can on my neck and shoulders.  I wished he would go down to do my thighs.  To give him the idea, I did his, and sucked his cock while I was there.

I shouldn’t have sucked his cock, though, because I primed him.  Yes, I’d won Don’t Break the Ice two-out-of-three, but Johnny was ready to fuck me, instead.  I mean, my cock was hard and I could have pressed the issue, but Johnny had me turning into position, liquid soaping my ass, and lining himself up before I could even…  Oh, hell, I wasn’t going to argue.  I like being fucked by Johnny.

He slid into me, and it was a little jarring after those couple weeks absence, but he did feel good.  So good.  We moved inside the shower, trying to find the best wall to use for support when we discovered that we had an audience. 

Mia and Lyla were in the washroom, standing one in front of the other, Lyla’s hand around in front of Mia, rubbing her pussy, Mia’s hand behind herself, rubbing Lyla’s pussy.  Lyla’s breasts against Mia’s back, Lyla’s other hand across Mia’s breasts.

Johnny pounded me, and got my ass very clean, to boot.  I was afraid I might’ve been too full inside, if you take my meaning, but I guess not.  So, I enjoyed Johnny physically loving me yet another time.  That was fine.  I’ll take him whenever I can get him.

He was hitting the right spot, or something, maybe my prostrate, or prostate, whatever, but he was hitting it.  I was starting to get that tingle.  Then he held me tight, either so he or I or both of us wouldn’t fall as he started cumming inside me.  His body was spasming, like he was being hit with those heart attack paddles.  It was a singular experience feeling him do that while my own static electricity was running from my butt up my spine.

“Johnny.  I’m gonna cum, Johnny.  I’m gonna cum,” I breathed into the cascade.  I wasn’t even tugging on my cock.

And then I came, shot my stuff straight onto the glass.  A few times, only, but it was white, and must’ve looked pretty cool from the girls’ point of view, when I thought about it.  Exploding like that.  And it felt… I don’t know… I was so light-headed.  It felt great.  Johnny holding me steady.  The warm water.

Johnny pulled out of me, stood me up, and gave me a few tugs.  When we could breathe, we rinsed off, shut off the water, and stepped out.  We found the girls in a twisted heap on the floor.  “That was… so… hot…” Mia moaned.

“So fucking hot,” Lyla agreed.

I wanted to make some remark, some pun, but I just didn’t have it in me.  Well, I had Johnny in me, but that’s about all I could pun.  We helped the girls up, and they took their turn together in the shower.

“You want to stay and watch?” I asked Johnny.  “Have you seen this show, yet?”

“A little of it, when we played Operation,” he recalled.

We watched the girls get started.  We watched them each get wet, take turns rinsing their hair, and then watched them kiss.  They were playing it up for us, though.

Johnny laughed quietly.  “Little too steamy in here, now.  I have a feeling we’ll get to see it again.”  We left, trying not to let any cold air rush in, or steam out, or whatever.

Drying off in the bedroom, Johnny apologized to me.  “Sorry for changing it up and fucking you first, again,” he said.

“No sorry needed.  Just remember, if there’s a first, there’s a next,” I reminded him.

“Come by my house when we get home,” he offered. 

I might actually have some cum regenerated in my balls by then, so, yeah, maybe I would.  No, no maybe about it.  I knew I would.

The next hour was getting dressed, listening to our stomachs rumble, packing our bags, finding Mr. D to get our clothes instead of him coming to our rooms, and helping Conor get to safety.  And then, yes, finally heading down to breakfast.  I ate more than I should have, but it was very satisfying.

Only problem was that Johnny didn’t give his shoes to Mr. D and they were still soaked.  Both his and my coats were still damp, too, though Lyla was okay as she was smart enough to pull off both her coat and shoes before jumping into the hot tub.  I had only had sense enough to take off my shoes there.  Johnny went everywhere in his socks, that morning.

When it was time to head back out skiing, Mr. D pointed us to the pro shop for rentals.  We’d already reserved skis, so didn’t understand his angle.  When the shop found out we were the ones who’d fallen through the ice (or saved the one who fell, in my case), they loaned us coats and, for Johnny, a pair of ski boots so long as we returned them before we went home.  So that was cool!

Putting our bags back in the vans, my Senior “pal” Kevin was once again hit on by some old lady who asked him if he was going skiing.  He told her, “No, I just happen to have incredibly large flat feet.”  I got to remember this stuff!

Kev told me we’d missed the big tubing party everyone else went to after our crisis.  They were all tubing until the hill closed at 10:00pm.  Dang!  We’d forgotten about that, but it couldn’t be helped.  We had fun in our room, anyway.  Kev also confessed that, like us, nobody stayed in their assigned rooms; everyone was fucking someone in some other room.  Except maybe Mr. Dambraugh.  Unless he met some snow bunny?  Who knows?

But that made me want to squeeze out all the skiing and snowboarding fun we could get before the sun started going down and we loaded up in the vans, heading for home.

By then, several more tumbles in the dryer was good for my coat, but Johnny was going home in his socks and sweater, with a plastic bag for his coat and shoes, yet.  And a big blanket we’d stolen from the hotel.

Akiko and her sister were advised to stay away from Johnny and to ride in the other van.  There was some dust-up with the dads and our principal on Monday and, I don’t know, something happened to Kira, like she wasn’t going to come back to school until January.  I suppose they could have involved the cops and charged her with attempted manslaughter, like on Law & Order, but they kept it at the school level.  I don’t know.

Before we left, in the parking lot, Conor came up to Lyla.  I was on my guard.  I didn’t know what he was up to, but I wanted to protect my friends, him and Lyla, both.  What he said surprised me, but maybe it shouldn’t have.  There’s more to Conor; I know this. 

“Lyla, I…” he started, but it was hard for him to look at her.  He kind of kicked his foot at some frozen tire tracks on the blacktop.

Lyla waited.  She really hadn’t spoken to him since the break-up.  He sat at a different table at lunch, and I sat with him, most of the time.  She didn’t hate him, I knew, but there was that air between them.  How do you go back to at least being friends?

Conor met her eyes.  “I’m sorry,” he said, and shut up.  I was afraid he’d start listing reasons, but sometimes he knows when to just shut up.  Sometimes, he doesn’t, but he did, then.

“Thank you,” was all Lyla said back.  No smile, but maybe this would lead to a breaking of the ice.  Wrong thing to say that day, I know, but it fits.

They both nodded at each other, and then Conor took the co-pilot seat in front with Ms. T.  He was like, “Hi!” when he sat next to her.  And Ms. T, you could see on her face, was all like, “What have I gotten into?”

Mia and Johnny pulled me and Lyla inside, and the doors were shut.  And in our back row, we now knew why that girl Junie was so comfortable snuggling with Silke and Costa.

I don’t know why, but I decided to have a little fun with Misty.

“Hey, Ms. T,” I called up to the front.  “Do you have any footage?  You know… video?”

The van swerved a little.  “Of… of what, Rory?” Ms. T said to her mirror.

“Of us,” I said.  I let that hang there for a second.  “The action.”  Another pause.  I don’t why I was being cruel, but it was fun.  “You know, on the hills, shredding the runs.  Costa on his snowboard, Conor smacking into a tree, Silke doing aerial flips…  You were at the bottom a lot, so maybe you took pictures and video this time?”  I let her off the hook.

“Oh,” she said, and all of us in front could hear her sigh.  “Yeah, actually, I do have some.  I’ll put them up on the Ski Club Google Classroom.”

Then Conor was Conor.  “Hey!  I got some great video, too!”  He pulled out his phone and swiped to something.  “Oop, no, not that one…  Oh, this is a good one!”  He held out his phone to Misty, who could do nothing except look to see what it was.

Then the van swerved, big time.  Luckily, there was no truck next to us or anything.

“Hey!  Whoa, there! Fast and Furious — take it easy!” Costa shouted from the rear.

“Conor, put your phone away,” Misty advised, back in her lane.  “Sorry!  Sorry, everyone,” she called over shoulder.

“Hey, Ms. T,” Conor kept at it.  “I have you for Health when we get back.  I get to see you every day!”

Misty looked at him, but didn’t have that panicked look like she had before.  “You’re a smart fella.  Just behave, do what I tell you, and I’m sure you’ll get an A.”

Conor thought about that.  “Hey, yeah!  I’ll do real good in your class.  And I love doing extra credit.”

“Conor,” Johnny yawned.  “Don’t distract her.  Put your phone away and take a nap.”

“Right,” Conor nodded, and turned to the window.  I saw Misty mouth “thank you” to Johnny, and then glare at me in the mirror.  Or maybe it wasn’t a glare.

The sun was gone well before we left the resort.  Ms. T and Mr. D must’ve been hopped up on coffee to stay awake for that four-hour trip.  We sure couldn’t.

“Rory,” Mia groaned in her half-sleep, “can we trade places?”

“You wanted the window,” I murmured from my comfortable spot on her shoulder, nestled in her beautiful, long, dark brown hair.

“The window’s cold.”

I sat up and helped us switch places on the long bench seat in the van so she could be in the warm spot between me and Lyla.  Shoeless, coatless Johnny was on the other window, curled up, holding Lyla.  It had been nice being between the two girls with the one big blanket over all of us. 

But that’s what you do when you’re in love.

End of part 3

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