About Wiseguys: Christmas in Idaho

by Aaron Michaels
18 pages / 6900 words
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Wiseguys Tony and Carter are back, and they're in Idaho for Christmas, thanks to the snow. When Carter decides he wants to learn to ski, they head for the local supply shop, bonding a little with the owner. Things go awry for the pair, though, and they're not sure they'll even survive the holiday. Can Tony and Carter make it through?

Sample

December found Tony and Carter in a little town in Northern Idaho fifty miles south of the Canadian border.  They’d driven to Idaho because neither of them had ever been there, and decided to stop simply because they were both tired of driving. 

They spent the first night at a Motel 6.  The room reminded Tony of the motel rooms they’d had as kids on those hunting trips that weren’t really hunting trips with Uncle Sid.  Only now a dusting of snow covered the ground and the room had one king-size bed they both shared instead of the double beds in the rooms of their childhood. 

Tony decided he might like to stay in Idaho a while when he woke up that first morning, still dog-tired from driving, and saw Carter standing naked by the room’s lone window, the drapes cracked open, watching the snow fall.  He had an expression on his face like a little kid on his way to see Santa. 

The sight of beefy Carter, all hard muscles and shorn skull and goofy grin, did things to Tony’s heart – not to mention his cock – that Uncle Sid never would have approved of.  But Uncle Sid was six months dead now, Carter’s shoulder was long since healed from the bullet he’d taken for Tony, and the two of them were their own family.  Uncle Sid's rules no longer applied.

“You see something special out there?” Tony asked, voice still scratchy with sleep.

Carter turned from the window, grinning wide.  “Snow.  Ain’t nothing like this back in Jersey.”  He rubbed the top of his head with one large hand.  “Gonna need one of those knit beanies or something.  I don’t look so good with hair.”

Carter had started shaving his scalp about the same time he started shaving his face.  Tony had to think hard to remember what Carter even looked like when he’d had hair.  He thought it might have been curly.  Hugged tight against his scalp, dark brown, and curly.

“We had snow in Jersey,” Tony said.  “I remember going to midnight mass Christmas Eve at St. Luke’s in a fucking snowstorm.  Feet wet and cold all through Father Mark’s sermon.”

“Not snow like this.  Gonna need a hat, I tell ya.”  Carter held out his hand.  “C’mon, sleepyhead.  Come look.”