Ski Crossed Lovers Bonus Scene

I feel like I’m drunk. Giddy. The world has been spinning since the minute I slid over the finish line and it hasn’t stopped.

Sometime after they put the medal over my head and before someone hands me yet another bottle of cold Italian beer at dinner, I have the thought this is what Austin must have felt like, that day in Maine after he’d qualified. It’s like lightning under my skin. I can’t sit still. A woman shoves a microphone in my face, asking what my strategy for the final race was, and I can barely speak because all I want to do is smile. She makes a comment about how I thought I was going to be watching the Olympics on my couch and I laugh so loud she flinches, but I can’t stop it.

A silver medal. It hangs heavy around my neck. It’s bigger than my palm and I keep looking at it. I expect someone to take it back from me. Tell me they’ll keep it safe until we get home, but they just let me walk away with it. Maybe I can wear it on the plane?

We eat dinner. The team. My mom and dad and Austin’s. Kage’s dads. The should high to wear off any time now. The crash after will be epic. But we keep eating and laughing. It feels like a whole year’s worth of tension slips off my shoulders. I’m light as a feather. Who needs a plane ticket back to Canada? I could just fly there.

“Happy?” Austin asks, bumping my shoulder. Talk about a coming out party. My mom and Austin’s gave each other knowing looks as we sat next to each other at the long table. Not that my parents didn’t know I was gay. I told them that back when Austin and I were still doing regional races in the Laurentians north of Montreal. And the look Donna gives me as Austin leans into me says the way we’re touching isn’t a surprise.

“The happiest.” I lean in and give him a quick kiss. His smile is sweet. Immediately, I regret the gesture, because now I want more. All of him. It’s been over twelve hours since we woke up to find our faces plastered on sports media websites. The ski-crossed lovers. Twelve hours since I held my best friend in my arms.

I set my beer down, pushing it towards the middle of the table. I need to sober up. Can’t waste tonight. It’s my first Olympic medal. I need celebration.

“You okay?” Mom asks, noticing the way I start picking at my dinner.

“Fine,” I give her a smile and put a piece of chicken in my mouth, chewing through another unstoppable smile. A silver medal. I glance at Kage. His medal’s also hanging around his neck. There’s a smear of something black on the ribbon. Balsamic vinegar maybe? Does he feel the same way? Like it’s only a minute before he starts bursting from his skin like the Hulk bursting from his clothes?

Dinner bills are settled. I kiss my mom’s cheeks and hug my dad.

“We’re so proud of you,” Mom says. “Both of you.”

I glance at Austin. He’s in his Team Canada jacket. No medal. The plan is incomplete. Is he mad? Disappointed? We both know that on any given day, the race could go either way. To make it to the Big Final, you have to ski every race before almost perfectly. To make it to the podium . . . 

Austin slips his hand in mine, waving as our parents walk down the road towards the centre of Livigno. They’re staying a few villages over. Their last-minute arrival meant there was nowhere to stay so close to the mountain. But there are shuttles that run between each town for just this situation. We wave, shouting our goodnights.

“Where should we go now?” Kage asks, eyes glistening. “Do you think they have karaoke somewhere in town?”

“I’m not sure Italians do karaoke,” I say.

“The Austrians do,” Matthieu says, standing just behind Kage. “I heard they’re having a party on their floor at the hotel.”

“Let’s do it!” Kage claps his hands like it’s been decided.

We walk back down the hill, towards the hotel where we’re staying.

“What should we sing?” Austin asks. He’s got my hand in his pocket and our shoulders keep rubbing together as we walk.

“I don’t think you’ll be singing anything,” I say seriously.

“Why not?” He looks worried. I want to kiss the little elevens between his eyebrows and tell him to relax. Instead, I glance at Kage and Matthieu who are walking ahead of us, making sure they’re far enough away they won’t hear what I have to say.

Then I stand on my toes and whisper directly into Austin’s ear, “Because you can’t sing when you have my dick in your mouth.”

His feet skid on the snowy road. The last thing I need is for him to take a header as we finally come into sight of the hotel. We’re so close to the only finish line we have left.

“Hold it together, Grimm,” I say. “We’re almost there.”

“Jesus, Bear. You can’t say things like that.”

Bear. He called me Bear. He may never remember that night, but I do, and the sound of that name on his lips is enough to have me tightening in my pants. My skin heats and I tug at the zipper of my jacket, only to get it caught in the ribbon around my neck.

“Shit.” I fight to get it free. Austin waits for me. My fingers burn in the cold. Kage and Mattieu keep walking, oblivious to my technical difficulties. Their voices trail after them, fading into the dark before I finally release the ribbon. “Goddammit. I can’t have damaged this already.” I check both sides of the ribbon. It’s too dark to see if I’ve torn it. I think about getting my phone out to check it with the flashlight, but before I can, Austin grabs hold of the front of my coat.

I don’t have time to ask what he’s doing. Austin hauls me off the road, pushing me backwards until we’re in a dark shadow behind the corner of a building. A second later, he’s got me pressed up against a wall and his mouth is on mine like we didn’t just eat dinner and he’s starving.

“Austin,” I say, sighing happily. It’s like the night at the bar in Maine all over again, except this time he’s not running away. He kisses me, mouth hot and demanding. His hands are on my hips. I gasp as he presses a thigh between my legs, but it only takes the sting of my bottom lip between his teeth before I’m grinding against him.

“I need you,” he says. He lets go of me to bring one hand to my belly, then lower so he can undo the front of my jeans.

“Now? Here? There’s lube in the room.” I want him too. I’m already hard, the tip of my dick peeking over the elastic of my underwear waistband. But even with only the smallest strip of skin exposed to the night winter air, I shiver.

“Too far.” Austin drops to his knees, lifting my shirt to kiss over my stomach. Suddenly the cold doesn’t matter. His mouth burns against my skin and when he drags his tongue over the top of my aching dick, I moan, banging my head against the hard wall behind me. Austin cups me inside my underwear, letting the friction of the material work me up even more. His talented fingers curl under my balls, giving them attention as he covers my exposed tip with the round pucker of his lips.

“Jesus Christ, Grimm.” My breath is coming out in white puffs of condensation. I drop one hand to his hair, but it’s too short for me to really get a grip on. I arch my hips, silently begging him for more.

“You did so good today, Bear. The plan. Everything was perfect.” His fingertips are like little points of ice as he runs them over the elastic, but my whole body is hot with his words. Is this the part where I uncover a previously dormant praise kink? With every syllable, I get harder and harder. “Every race you were like magic. Every turn. I watched you. It was exactly like we said.”

I moan and he barely has time to pull my underwear down before my dick flies free, desperately seeking him. His mouth. His warmth. I need to shut him up or I’ll come all over his face.

His palm as he grips my shaft is colder than I’d like. This is fun and hot as fuck, but it really is cold out and if he’s not careful, I will shrivel up to nothing and we’ll both be sad. But I don’t need to worry. His eyes glisten as he looks up at me.

“Give me all of it,” he says, sounding breathless. “Give me the prize.” Then he wraps his mouth around me dick and sucks me in. The change in temperature and the wet slide of his tongue is so sudden I nearly come right there. My toes curl in my boots and my hands slide over his head, then over my own body as I try to find something to hold onto. Austin is noisy and enthusiastic, head bobbing back and forth. There’s no teasing. No games. Just the incredible suction of his mouth. Finally, my hands land on something cool and hard in the middle of my chest. My medal. I clutch at it.

“Grimm. Fuck. Grimm.”

He changes his rhythm, going from fast to slow. He takes me deeper, until the hot space of his mouth gives way to the tight heat of his throat. I arch and shake, listening as he gasps when he releases me far enough so he can breathe again. The half inch of my cock that is exposed to the air turns icy cold and I whine, before I finally let go of the medal and take control. I take both sides of his head and set the pace now. My race. My timing. He gags, but doesn’t fight me. When I stop inside his throat again, he swallows around me, muscles rippling against my too-sensitive flesh.

“Jesus, you’re going to make me come.”

He slaps a palm to my belly, sliding it up under my shirt. His frigid fingers find one of my nipples, pinching and stoking the fire inside me. I start again, fucking his face, enjoying the tight friction of his lips. The soft slide of the inside of his cheeks. The welcoming confines of his throat as he looks up at me. His eyes shine. He doesn’t have to say anything. He loves me. Austin’s loved me forever just like I’ve loved him.

He moans, and the vibration in his throat makes my balls draw up. I’m breathing so hard I’m lightheaded, but when I go to take hold of myself and pull out, he grabs my wrist and shakes his head as well as he can, given his mouth is still full. My dick bumps against his teeth, but then he takes me down again, until his nose is buried in my pubes and he swallows once more, begging for what I can give him. He plays with my balls, and the zip of lightning as he slips one finger behind to find my taint is the shock I need. I thrust in one more time and I’m coming. I grunt and gasp and Austin holds perfectly still, swallowing everything I give him.

Finally, my whole body goes soft. My mouth hangs open and my eyes are closed. Only the solid presence of the wall behind me keeps me from tumbling over. Austin releases me and this time when the cold air hits my dick, it makes me hiss. He tucks me back into my underwear, giving my spent cock one last kiss through the material.

“See you soon,” he says, which only makes me laugh.

“I just won an Olympic medal. You think I have what it takes for another all-night sex marathon with you?”

He does up my fly before he stands, kissing me. His erection presses against my hip.

“Some of us didn’t win,” he pouts against my mouth. “I need consoling. And you say “another marathon”, but I don’t remember the last one. I need to see what you’re really made of.”

I’m made of aching muscles and exhaustion. I’m made of undying love for my best friend. And I’m made of a furious competitive streak that won’t let Austin get the last word.

“Trash talk and dirty talk are two different things,” I say.

He smiles against my mouth. “Not with me they aren’t.” Then he takes my hand and pulls me back out onto the street. It’s quiet. No one going in either direction. Hopefully our little detour went unobserved. He catches me looking around us and says, “Unless you’d rather go to karaoke?”

I round on him, cupping him through his jeans. He’s still hard and his eyelashes flutter as I stroke him. My cock twitches in my pants, already asking when the next run is.

“Are you kidding?” I say, pulling him down the street towards the glowing lights of our hotel. “That was just the warm up. You have to get through qualifiers if you want to go all night.”

He chuckles, and his hand tightens around mine. Then suddenly he lets go and he’s running.

“First one there chooses the starting position!” His voice echoes in the dark.

“Not fair! False start! Wait!” I’m never going to catch up to him. Ski-cross is a game of seconds and inches and I’m already behind. My medal bobs, slapping against my chest as I run, until I stuff it into my coat.

Doesn’t matter if I lose this race. I already came first.

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