About Snow Bunny
by Vic Winter
28 pages
/ 10300 words
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When mid-thirties builder Derek goes to a ski resort he begins to feel his age, but an encounter with Cam, an energetic architect in his twenties, soon has him changing his mind and what began as a holiday fling turns into something more.
Separated by distance, only managing to meet once or twice a year, the two of them work to keep the feelings they have for each other alive with phonecalls. Will it be enough to keep their relationship alive?
Find out in this fun winter story.
Sample
Derek was no snow-bunny. In fact, old man would be closer to the mark with all the kids running around the ski resort, and he shook his head at himself, wishing his travel agent had been just a little more honest about what a man could expect. It wasn’t even that he was that old, but if one of these kids was over twenty-five, he’d eat his hat, silly pom-pom at the top and all.
Of course, this morning being amongst all these pretty boys had made him feel young and studly, which would explain, maybe, just why he’d lost his mind and agreed to get on a sled behind one particularly cute young man. Damn, he’d had to snuggle in tight to that ass, arms wrapped around the kid’s middle as they’d gotten ready at the top of the hill.
Then down they’d gone, flying like they had wings, shooting down the mountain like the hounds of hell were on their tails. The wind had whistled past his ears, snow spraying off the edges of the sled and hitting his face. They’d bounced over moguls, hanging in the air like they were going to go into orbit.
And when that sled had slowed, stopped, and he’d managed to crawl off, that kid had given him a grin and said “Let's go again.” And lord help him he had. Twice more.
His tailbone was cursing him out now, his fingers stiff with the cold. He’d settled into the first empty chair near the fire he could find as soon as he’d made it into the lounge, feeling about a hundred years old. The place was nice, he had to give it that. It had the whole log cabin rustic thing going and yet there wasn’t an amenity he could think of that wasn’t provided. The big blue armchair he sat in was doing his tailbone right, and the fire sure did warm the place up.
“Hey, man!” He looked up, finding his sledding companion standing in front of him with that grin that had already gotten him into so much trouble. Those bright green eyes hadn’t hurt the deal any either, and the same went for the sweet freckles that danced across the kid’s – Cal? Carl? No, Cam – Cam’s nose. Without all the paraphernalia a man needed to keep from freezing to death, he could see Cam’s short brown curls and a nice body, not skinny and not over-ripped. Cam was built just like Derek liked.
A steaming mug was handed to him and he took it, breathing in deeply. Oh, hot buttered rum. He just might survive this vacation.
He took a sip and nodded as the heat slid through him, warming him up from the inside.
“Thanks,” he murmured, raising his mug in a salute.
That smile lit up the kid’s face again and Derek grinned, meeting it, matching it. Maybe he wasn’t so old after all.
Cam settled on the ground at his feet and Derek shook his head. Sledding obviously hadn’t twisted up Cam’s spine like it had his own. They drank their rum in companionable silence, something that didn’t happen often with someone he didn’t know, especially someone younger. But it was nice; it felt good having Cam’s weight settled against his legs.
Then he had to move and he shifted with a groan, setting his cup on the little table next to him.
“You okay?” Cam asked.
“Just feeling my age.”
Cam laughed. “Oh, yeah, ‘cause you’re like a hundred.”