Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2016 21:36:44 +0100 From: charlie.fenderson Subject: The Flower that Bloomed in the Snow - Chapter 1 A Flower That Bloomed in the Snow Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes of sex between adult and a minor under 18. If this topic disturbs you, please do not read any further Author's note: With this installment I'm starting a new story about Chris and one of his boys. Until now Chris was a character I used exclusively for one shot stories with a rather simple plot. This series will take you on a ten day long trip into mountains where the forbidden love will blossom. There will be sex, but I'm not jumping into it straight away. When reading, I want you to enjoy not only the erotic tension and detailed descriptions of sex, but also the built up of a relationship and glimpse into a Nick's mind and heart. I hope you are going to enjoy it! As I've mentioned, I've used Chris for two other stories I wrote back in August and March. In this installment I'm referring to one of them, so if you want to know who's Andy, you might wanna check "Pikachu is My Wingman", which you can obviously find in an adult youth section. Since the story is already half written, your comments are unlikely to change the course of the plot, but you're still welcome to send me tips regarding my style/technique or your reaction to the story. The series will consist of ten episodes posted weekly throughout January and February and if you decide to read through this first installment I hope that you will stay with Chris and Nick until its's time to go home. Also please remember to donate to Nifty and help to keep this wonderful site going! Prologue The winter break has finally started and I was happy for it for more than one reason. Besides almost three weeks of free time, I was getting to spend it in a luxurious cottage in a mountain resort with a thirteen year old boy. I'll admit myself that such combination is hardly credible, but sometimes life can get better than any fiction. As to how I ended up in this wonderful situation, it was a result of few favourable coincidences. First, I was free for more than two weeks. Second, my mom was friends with a lovely single mother, who unfortunately had very little time for her teenage son and was trying to make it up to him by taking him to the aforementioned resort. Third, alas, at the last minute she had to back out for the business reasons. Fourth, she didn't want to cancel the trip, but she obviously couldn't send off thirteen year old across the country all by himself. It was my mother who recommended me as a stand-in. I'm studying children's psychology so she thought that it would be much easier for the two of us to get along. I naturally agreed and so it was settled. This evening was the last one before us two setting out, and at the moment I was waiting for them to arrive. 'Chris? Can you come over here? They've already arrived.' 'Yeah mom, I'll be in a minute!' - I shouted back, as I saw lights of a car sliding across the ceiling in my room. I was actually pretty restless for the last few hours. The boy was supposed to sleep over at our place for the practical reasons. Not wanting to seem overly eager, I waited for about a minute after the front door closed, and then went to the living room. My mother was sitting on a sofa with a strange woman, whom I presumed to be the boy's mother. My charge, the dark haired boy dressed in jeans and red t-shirt was sitting in an armchair, with crossed arms and pouty face. I greeted them and took a seat on an armchair across from him. For now I preferred to keep my distance. "Chris, I was told by your mother that you study children's psychology, but do you have any previous experience in working with teenagers? My name's Alice by the way." I immediately thought about all my 'experiences' with Andy during the Pokémon Go craze, but I obviously couldn't mention that. "Oh yes, ma'm. I sometimes babysit for neighbours and I'm tutoring middle school kids. But I'll admit that I never took care of someone for such a long time." "See mom? He doesn't even have the experience. Let's just cancel the whole thing. I don't wanna go without you anyway!" We all turned our heads to the boy. He was obviously angry. This was not what he expected. I also couldn't help noticing his hoarse voice, still childish, but on the verge of breaking. "Nicholas, please calm down. I'd like to remind you that we already paid for the trip and that you agreed to go with somebody else. Are you going back on your word?" "I'm not. But I don't want him, he looks like a psycho!" Now all the attention in the room has turned to me. Luckily there was nothing objectively manic in my appearance. At 5 ft 11 inches I had slightly athletic body and my face with brown hair and green eyes was pretty average. Since I was wearing sweatpants and tight-fitting t-shirt, Alice gave me an appreciating look and turned back to Nick. "Honey, please don't be ridiculous.I know how much you wanted to go with me, but I just can't go. Complaining about each person that agrees to replace me won't change it. Do you really have something against Chris?" If looks could kill, I would be already burnt to a crisp. His mother saw through his charade and sooner or later he had to agree on some stand in. Nick finally took his eyes off me and repiled to her: "Fine. I'll go with him." "Thank you Nicky. Now, Chris. I appreciate your honesty, but you don't need to worry. Nick is a healthy, lively boy, so you won't be exactly taking care of him. I just want you two to have a lot of fun during next ten days. But, obviously there are a few things that you have to remember..." For the next thirty minutes I kept nodding, as I was flooded with tedious information about Nick's bedtime, favorite pastimes and meals. Surprisingly, the boy wasn't embarrassed by his mother treating him like a helpless baby. It also explained his reluctance to being separated from her for such a long time. Finally, the litany of requirements and cautions ended, and my mother suggested that me and Nick should go to my room and get to know each other a little better. Alice agreed and so off we went. Nick got to the bottom floor, where my room was located a lot quicker than me. It was quite observant of him to already know where it was. Anyway, as I got there, I saw him laying on my bed, immersed in his phone. Since I didn't want to antagonise him any further, I've decided to ignore his pretentious pose and sat by my desk to browse Facebook. A while later I've noticed familiar sounds coming from Nick's phone. I smiled and took out my smartphone. I chose Alto's Adventure from the menu, turned up the volume and started playing. The game was an endless runner set in Andean landscapes, so it was very suitable for that particular evening. And it was pretty addictive so there was no wonder that we both liked it. Hearing that I'm playing the same game as him, he looked at me and squinted his eyes. "What?" - I asked and started giggling at his unrelenting attitude. "What level?" - he replied with a question. "Forty-fifth." "No shit!" - he exclaimed, got up and stood behind me, propping his warm elbow on my shoulder. I couldn't contain my smile upon the sensation. "See? I get to play with Llama character." - I bragged, while performing especially stunning double backflip. "So it's true, there are other characters to unlock..." "Are you serious? You're still playing as Alto? I've unlocked second character after like an hour of playing!" And with that I've ruined whatever connection that was established so far. Nick straightened up in a flash. "You're better than a kid from a middle school, big deal!" - he exclaimed and went back to laying down on my bed. I let out a deep sigh and turned back to scrolling through Facebook. The kid was a devil incarnated. I hope this wasn't going to become a trip to hell. On the next morning we got up around 8AM. Nick was surprisingly polite and in a rather good mood during the breakfast. This proved to be only a facade, as I was about to discover during our ride to the resort. Since we were both packed from the day before, after the breakfast and a quick shower we were ready to go. I went first to start the car and set the destination on GPS, and then, few minutes later Nicholas followed, carrying a suitcase that was half his size. I offered beforehand to carry it for him, but he was adamant about dealing with that himself. I watched him from inside the car, as he walked across our front yard, ankles deep in the snow. He looked absolutely cute and hilarious in the black winter jacket, red hat with earflaps almost covering his eyes, and red-orange-green striped scarf surrounding lower half of his face. He struggled for about five minutes before he managed to put the suitcase in the trunk and got into a car. "Ok Nick, buckle up and off we go." He complied without a word, then, as I joined the traffic and turned up the heat, he took of his hat, loosened the scarf, and then started staring out of the window. "So, what kind of music do you like?" - I asked after driving for about fifteen minutes in complete silence. "Anything's fine." - he replied and let out a big yawn. "You didn't sleep well, huh?" - I continued to nag him as I turned on the radio. "Na-a-ah, just not a morning person." - he explained, still with eyes glued to the window. "Oh, I see. I like to stay up late too. I expect you didn't fall asleep right after you went to bed last night?" Nick frowned at me and his cheeks flushed a bit. "This isn't really any of your business." "Right." - I replied, and decided to focus on the road for the time being. He was definitely a tough nut to crack. Soon we left the town behind us and were heading towards a highway. The scenery was quite fairytale-like with vast plains and forests all covered in white, but at the same time boring. I was hoping that maybe now Nick will be more willing to talk, but no. Once he had enough of staring through the window he decided to play a game on his smartphone. This kid was unbelievable! "You know, it's quite dangerous." "What is?" - he mumbled, immersed in a game. "Well, it's passenger's job to keep driver focused. Many accidents are caused by driver dozing off." Nick paused the game and gave me the 'for fucking real?' look. "Ok, then ask me some questions if you have to keep talking." I snorted at his impudence and then, despite my earlier resolution, decided to rile him up a bit. "So, why did you say that I look like a psycho?" "Oh, I didn't mean anything personal by that." - he replied matter-of-factly. "Are you sure?" "Well, you know that I would prefer going on winter break with my mom, right?" "Yup, you made that pretty clear. I just don't understand why do you have to be such an asshole about it. I know your plans didn't work out, but you don't have to make your situation even more miserable." Nick's jaw dropped, as he looked at me. At the same time his character in the game died, and the sad music played over the scene. I burst out laughing. "Look, don't take this too seriously. Just try acting more friendly, ok?" "Well, I really didn't mean anything wrong by that psycho comment. - he said after relaxing back in the seat - You are a bit like the guy from this show 'The Fall', only younger and without a beard." "I just hope you're speaking about my looks and not about me looking like someone who could strangle a person." "I don't know. - he replied with a dead serious expression - Guess we'll have to find out." "You can't just be nice, can you?" - I chuckled. "That'd be to boring. Besides, it's not that easy to earn my trust, so you'll have to try a bit harder." - he replied and flashed me first ever smile, from the moment when I met him. I couldn't help returning it, as I felt warmth spreading across my chest. We've spent few hours just driving and chatting, until there was a time for a break. We've stopped at the gas station, got tanked up, and ate hamburgers with some fries before resuming our travel. "You know, my mom wouldn't be too happy about me eating junk food." "See? There's at least one good side to me replacing your mom." - I smiled at him. "Are you kidding? I didn't object since you were the one paying, but we should avoid junk food. It's not really healthy." "So what? Haven't you ever broken any rules?" Nick shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "Why would I?" "Well, for fun, to establish your individuality, to test the boundaries and that kind of stuff. - Nick's raised eyebrows were a clear sign that he had no idea of what I was talking about - Look, just give it a try. For next ten days we're free to do as we please. Just trying out new stuff and having as much fun as possible, ok?" "Whatever. Might as well give it a try." - he replied, accompanying his words with another shrug of his shoulders. "Sweet. Now, if we're gonna do this, everything that happens during the trip, stays between us, right?" Nick rolled his eyes, and then nodded his head. To my delight, a delicate smile appeared on his face as we kept driving towards mountains. It was a late afternoon, when we got there and checked in at the reception desk. The resort was organised as a settlement of luxurious cottages. Our hut had it's own sauna, gym, recreation room and small swimming pool in the basement. Ground floor consisted of a small kitchen with fridge loaded with all sorts of delicacies, living room with real fireplace, bear rug, comfortable sofas upholstered with leather and flat screen TV. On the attic there was a bathroom with spacious shower and puffy towels, dressing room and bedroom with two beds. A panoramic window that ran across entire south wall of a top floor gave us wonderful view of the mountain scenery. 'Fucking perfect!' - I thought to myself, as me and Nick were standing over there and admiring our new, temporary home. He was visibly pleased, but not as shocked as I was.. "Ok, Nick. Let's grab a shower and have some dinner. Then we'll decide what to do next." "Sure, I'll call my mom and then go first." - selflessness clearly wasn't his forte. To pass the time, I picked up our overcoats and placed them on the hangers in the hall downstairs. Then I took my bag and Nick's suitcase and started unpacking them in the dressing room. I placed his t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters and trousers on different shelves and then few sets of socks in one of the drawers. At the very bottom there were twelve pairs of boxers, different colours for each day. I studied them closely, while listening intently to the sounds of still working shower. They seemed a bit bigger than what I'd expect from 13 year old, but then again Nick was only a bit smaller than me and had quite developed frame. I put them away just in time to hear him stop the water. I opened another section of his suitcase and took out a ski suit, googles, and a set of ice skates. At the very bottom there was a wooden toboggan. No wonder his baggage was so heavy. I was actually a bit worried. I didn't bring that much stuff since I obviously wouldn't be able to afford it. I just hoped that the resort had a rental office. "Oh, thanks for unpacking me!" - I heard from behind me. He stood at the doorstep, wrapped only in towel. His calves and armpits were hairless and although his hipbones and collarbones were protruding, it was visible that he had to be pretty active. His chest was broad, and had a pair of dark pink nipples that stood out of his light skinned frame. His belly was still flat, but it was already beginning to form a nice six-pack. He looked quite delicious. "Yeah, do you know if I can rent all the sport equipment?" "You have to ask the front desk. The renting is free for guests anyway, so don't worry about cash." "Cool. I'm gonna take a shower now, so see you in the kitchen." After washing myself up, I dressed myself in sweatpants and t-shirt and came down to the ground floor. Predictably, instead waiting for me in the kitchen, Nick just in his boxers and a tank top, was sprawled out on the sofa, flipping through channels on the TV. I tried to make him feel bad by looking at him with disappointment, but he didn't even notice it. After scanning through all the cabinets and fridge, I decided to cook penne pasta and serve it with meat, melted blue cheese and some spices. Once the meal was ready, I put it on two plates and carried it over to the living room. Finally I could offer it to my lazy boy, along with a glass of cranberry juice. When I stood over Nick, he just moved his feet up, so that I could sit. To my surprise, after I put the plates on a coffee table, he put his feet on my knees. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, when I felt warm weight of his calves on my thighs. I was hard in an instant. As to Nick, he seemed perfectly casual and relaxed. "Let's eat before it goes cold." - I grunted out. He simply nodded, placed the plate on his chest and started to methodically sweep it with a fork. "Mmmm, delicious! Is there any left?" "Sure - I giggled - but you haven't finished this serving yet!" "Are you kidding? I'm a growing guy, I need lots of food." I chuckled and took a sip of juice. For a few moments we just sat there. Me enjoying physical contact and him, and him getting more and more comfortable with my company. For now, I wasn't able to tell whether something will happen between us, but I expected us to at least become best friends by the end of this trip. After the dinner, Nick decided to play some console games in the rec room, while I wanted to check out the gym. It wasn't that spacious, so the equipment was pretty basic. Still, after a bit of stretching, I run a couple miles on a treadmill. Then I worked on my limbs on lat pulldown and leg extensions machines. Then I did a couple dozen sit-ups on the slant board. During the last excersise, my T-shirt kept rolling down and covering my face, so I've finally decided to take it of. That's when I noticed Nick standing by the door, and observing me intently. "Nice abs. - he commented once our eyes met - How much do you work out?" "Two- three times a week. Plus jogging each morning. How about you?" "I don't like working out too much - he chuckled and scratched his head - but I do cycle a lot and I love soccer." "Yeah, I noticed that you have quite... developed. - I wanted to make a comment about his nice round butt, but decided against it at the last minute - but gym would let you perform even better on the field. Try leg curl machine." "Which one is that?" "This one - I pointed my finger at the steel construction with bench - lay on your stomach and I'll show you how to use it." Nick obediently walked up to the machine, and laid down on it. "Ok, what do I do?" Grabbing his forearm, I placed it on the handle. Then I moved over to his legs, and placed them under the rollers. As far as Nick was concerned, my purpose was only to make sure that he assumed the right position. For me, of course it was an opportunity to feel his silky warm skin. It was even better when I placed my right hand on his thigh and the left one under his calf and started showing him how to exercise. As I mentioned, he was wearing his boxers and tank top, so I was able to admire his gluteal muscles and hamstrings in their full glory. "What do you think, Nick?" "I'm thinking that it was harder than I expected - he grunted - Maybe you can show me how to use other devices?" "Sure. How about a peck deck machine?" I instructed him to take the seat and look straight ahead. I placed his hands on the arms of the machine. I used that as an excuse to touch his armpits, that already were pretty sweaty and hot. Making sure that he wasn't looking, I smelled my fingers. The aroma of his fresh sweat, made my head spin. "Now, start move your arms inwards. And remember that your torso needs to stay perfectly still, otherwise the whole exercise will be pointless." - I instructed him from behind. I couldn't move in front of him, since my hard on was pretty obvious. Nick managed to make twenty reps, and after that he told me he was too tired too keep going. "Then let's go to the sauna to rest." - I offered. Nicholas agreed and since we didn't have much clothes on us, we just went there and shed our clothes in separate stalls. As Nick appeared to be pretty easy going, I hoped that he would enjoy the steam room in a proper way, but he emerged with a towel around his hips. Once we were there we laid down on the adjacent benches, and I poured some water on the hot stones. Once the curtain of steam dissolved, I saw Nick down on his stomach with head nestled in his arms. At the moment I couldn't take my eyes off him. Although he covered his butt with a towel, he did it so sloppily, that part of the crack was clearly visible. We were bedewed with sweat and our skin glistened so you can imagine, what a sight it was! I began to wonder, whether it was possible that he was teasing me. I mean come on, first he just `casually' places his legs on mine, then he lets me touch him wherever I want to and now he gives me a perfect view of his butt. Not mentioning that before I noticed him in the gym, he just stood there, looking at me. My diagnosis was that he was at least interested in experimenting but still to shy to act decisively. I could understand him completely, as I didn't want to take first step either. All I needed was a way to earn enough of his trust and convince that with me, he can act on all of his desires. I poured water once more and enjoyed the view for ten more minutes, each moment bringing me closer to simply going over to him and grabbing a piece of that ass. "Ok, buddy, let's hit the shower. We've been there long enough." - I announced, gathering the towel over my half hard cock. "Oh, yeah. I almost fell asleep over here." - he replied, giving me an absent smile and his voice was indeed a bit dreamy. We got up, collected our stuff from the stalls and headed upstairs. "You go first. It's best to use cold water after sauna." - I informed him. "Chris, can you come in with me?" "Excuse me?" "Can you shower with me? I have a funny feeling in my stomach." "Do you feel sick? Do you want me to do the washing for you?" "Nah, I'm fine, but I'd feel safer. If I fainted..." He didn't have to finish the sentence. I nodded my head as I felt all of my arousement wash away. Even though upon entering the bathroom we both thrown away our towels, I was so worried that I stayed soft during the entire shower. Still I couldn't avoid admiring his pale round cheeks, as he let the water run over him, facing away from me, both of his hands hovering over his crotch. I kept asking him whether he is ok from time to time. To my relief, his voice was becoming more and more conscious. After we dried up and redressed, he told me that he felt sleepy. We went to bedroom and to my surprise, he fell on the bed next to me. "What's wrong with your own bed? - I asked him in an amused tone. "It's four more feet away." - he replied and scooted up to me. I placed my arm around him and he nestled his nose in my neck. His warm breath was tickling me slightly as I drifted off to sleep. Day One I woke up at dawn. I checked the phone and it was 7 AM. Nick was still deeply asleep. I turned to my side and looked over him. As I mentioned before, he was just few inches shorter than me. I bent over his head and inhaled. He didn't use shampoo yesterday evening, so his wavy black hair had a slight smell of boyish sweat, all natural. From what I observed, I reckoned he doesn't really like using comb too much, but luckily for him, his messy hair only added to his charm. The hair at the base of his head partly covered the back of his neck, which extended further to form two bony arms. Nick was built was something between skinny and slightly athletic. His back was wide and you could see an outline of the muscles under the tank top, but at the same time his ribcage was protruding visibly. His butt, now covered by boxers was round, but perky. I imagined it was rather firm in touch. The tight fabric allowed me to see the dimples on the sides of his buttcheeks and very inviting crack between them. I moved my foot, so it brushed against Nick's ankle. I felt myself get hard. I truly couldn't get enough of how warm and silky smooth his skin was! Nick stirred and groaned in his sleep, and then turned over. I held my breath. I was terrified at the possibility that he would wake up and see my hard on. To my relief he just scratched his stomach and kept on sleeping. I chuckled actually, because he was snoring. The sound was absolutely cute. Only now, I have realised how long his eyelashes were. Also, his eyebrows were extremely thick, which made them look hilarious on such a young kid. Even when I brought my face just over his, feeling his warm breath on my face, and inspected his skin, it was immaculate. No freckles, no acne, no beauty spots, no nothing. His skin was snow white, which made his full lips appear almost amaranthine. If not for powerful snores coming out of them, I might not have been able to resist kissing them! His face was oval in shape with cute perky nose standing out of it. For a moment I had an urge to pinch it, but I stopped myself and decided to examine his body further. I loved looking at his chest extending and shrinking as he breathed. For some reason, his nipples were hard and clearly visible through thin white fabric. I wondered if he was dreaming about something naughty. This led me to look past his flat belly and between his legs, which now were pressed together. He didn't appear to sport a boner, and the bulge in his boxers looked pretty normal. His legs were coltish with just a trace of fat on their inner side. Again, I had to hover just over his legs and study them closely. Of course there was some hair, but it was still very light toned. I guess the boy was a late bloomer. As I laid back down, I dared to rub the back of my hand against his arm. As I imagined, his body was firm and smooth. When I tickled the inside of his palm, he sighed and I noticed the bulge in his underwear growing. This was all I could take. I got up and almost ran to the bathroom. Once over there, I almost ripped the sweatpants off myself. My seven inch long cock sprang out. I stepped into the shower and started the hot water. With my forehead pressed to the wall, I started massaging my cock, imagining that it was little Nick's hand that did the caressing. I pictured him, his bangs wet and plastered to his face, looking up at me with his big green eyes and biting his own lips in a curious and bold expression. I imagined that his little pink tongue would extend past them and circle throbbing head of my dick. I sped up as I felt my legs shaking and my butt clench. My breath was heavy and ragged. I could hear my hand slapping against my pelvis and absurdly wished that Nick would walk through the door, and catch me, or maybe just spy me through the ventilation crate. This thought tightened my balls and made my cock shoot three thick ropes of cum on the tiled wall. My legs felt week and I saw stars beneath my eyelids. After I washed myself properly, I dried myself and put my sweatpants back on. After smelling my t-shirt, I've decided that I'd put it in the laundry basket and go barechested for the morning. Just at that moment Nick entered, with eyes half closed and scratching his head absently. Even though I was half dressed, I jumped up. Nick stopped and looked at me in shock. "Oh sorry, I didn't know you were there. Excuse me." - he said, backing out. "Nah, come in. We're both guys, right?" "Yeah, but I kinda came here to take a piss, so..." "Oh, I see, I wouldn't want to stick around for that either. Make yourself comfortable while I'll go and prepare breakfast." - I explained as I walked past him. I felt extremely stupid as he kept giving me a weird look the entire time until I left. True to my words, I went downstairs and and after setting the table, started preparing pancakes and coffee for the two of us. About fifteen minutes later I heard footsteps. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Nick. He gave me a meek smile and sat at the table. I noticed that his hair was damp and he was wearing sweatpants and a blue t shirt, from which I deduced that he'd already taken a shower. He was still yawning and rubbing his eyes. I poured him a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him. "Thanks. My mom says I can't have coffee until I'm sixteen." "Then I don't know how does she keep you awake - I chuckled as I returned to the stove - You seem like a heavy sleeper." "I am a heavy sleeper! - he admitted proudly - Mom says that if someone set our house on fire it would be quicker to just carry me out than to wake me." We both laughed upon imagining Alice carrying out her son from the burning house. "When I was your age, I could sleep for ten hours a day." "Bitch please - he snorted - my record is thirteen hours of sleep." "Good, very healthy. Now eat up, bitch." - I said as I placed the stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. Nick gave me a sharp look, but after a second we burst out laughing. "You're cool, Chris. Sorry for being such an asshat the other day." - he said as he plunged the fork into one of the pancakes and brought it to his plate. "No problem, Nick. I could understand your disappointment. No hard feelings." "It's not only just that. - he replied, focusing on smearing his pancake with honey - Ever since mom and dad divorced three years ago, I'm not overly enthusiastic about guys in general." Instead of commenting on his unexpected confession, I poured a healthy amount of maple syrup over my pancake. "You'll need a lot of strength on a ski slope, so dig in." He smiled at me with gratitude and started devouring his portion. "So Chris, do you prefer skis or snowboard?" - he asked, taking a sip of coffee. "Skates. - I replied, shrugging my shoulders - I tried skiing, but never was too keen about it." "You gotta try snowboard then! You can do cooler tricks on it, and it's way faster." "The only thing I'll do fast will be breaking my legs." "Seriously Chris, you aren't made of glass, you'll be fine. What?" - Nick asked as he saw me chuckling. "Nothing, I just enjoy listening to passionate people - I confessed - there was a fire in your eyes for a moment, I admire that." "No shit, I've been doing it since I was five. I even think I prefer winter to summer. Nah, summer's way too cool. But I surely enjoy winter more than spring or fall." "Excuse me, you're not passionate - I stated amused - you're maniac." "That may be - he replied in a neutral tone, while helping himself to another two pancakes - but you gotta be crazy about something, otherwise there's no reason to keep going. Are you crazy about something in your life?" I was surprised by such a deep thought coming from thirteen year old. I looked outside the window at the few nearby huts, all picturesquely covered in snow and basked in the sharp winter sunlight and pondered on the answer to his question. "Well, I think that I'm really passionate about people, but more in observing them than getting involved with them?" "Is that why you're studying psychology?" "Yep, pretty much. Besides it teaches you certain tricks that make social interactions easier." "So you can make people do things, like this bad guy from Jessica Jones?" - he asked, without a hint of sarcasm, frowning his eyebrows. "No, and I don't think I would like to have his powers, they're far too corruptive. Although, by carefully observing people I can to some extent determine what they're thinking." "Cool. That must be helpful while hitting on people." "There's actually very funny trick for that - I digressed - If you suspect that someone is interested in you, just pretend that you're yawning in front of them." "Oh right! - he raised his eyebrows in excitement - Since yawning is contagious, they're bound to do it too! But how do you make sure they're looking at you?" "Well, it's been proven that we tend to keep an eye on things or people we find attractive." - I explained. "That's quite interesting." - he said as we both yawned loudly and burst into laughter. Once we were full, we went to the dressing room, changed into warm trousers and sweaters, put on our jackets (mine was bright red, while his was black). After we wrapped the scarves around our necks and gloves on our hands, Nick collected his helmet, googles and snowboard. We were ready to leave for a day. The air outside was dry and blisteringly cold. The snow crunched under our boots. I looked at Nick with dubious expression. He just grinned at me and announced that conditions were absolutely perfect and we should hurry as to not lose a minute of a daylight. I nodded my head and after we've rented out equipment for me, we got into a car and headed for a ski slope. As a person who's mildly afraid of heights, I didn't really enjoy using ski lift. Nick on the other hand couldn't contain his excitement. With googles already covering upper half of his face, he kept spinning his head around almost like an owl. He also kept waving his legs about, which made my stomach twist. I tried to calm myself by focusing my eyes at the sights in front of me. And what sight it was! We were now riding up the majestic mountainside, just over the peaks of thick pine forest. In the relatively far distance in front of us, I saw dozens of people either skiing or snowboarding. The sky was perfectly clear and snow glittered in the morning sun. The air was thrillingly fresh and I enjoyed taking deep breaths and feeling freezing air pinching my lungs. Soon we were on the slope. For the first forty five minutes, Nick instructed me on basics of snowboarding. To be honest, he wasn't a very good teacher. Since all that stuff was natural to him, he had a hard time explaining it to a newbie like me. Finally he just asked me to follow his example and after a few times when I fell on my ass and one especially enjoyable collision when I landed on top of him, I somehow managed to learn riding without constantly falling down. Nick's skills though, were on a completely different level. The slope had a numerous snowbars, rails and ramps, some of them looked absolutely inaccessible for an ignorant, but Nick was like a red-black lightning bolt. He schussed boldly, creating a curtains of frosty powder. He was jumping, back flipping and grinding like I wouldn't imagine any thirteen year old could. But the most amazing thing happened when he managed to slide on his hands with snowboard up in the air! I'm not shitting you, I saw that with my own eyes! I was becoming more and more infatuated with this little champion. Of course he wasn't just showing off to me for the four hours that we've spent there. Although he could've use all this time to practice his sick skills, he was considerate enough to keep me included in the fun and never ceased to encourage me to try riding up the slope or at least try to do some of the simpler tricks. Sometimes we would just sit down on the curb and rest for a bit, watching other people riding skis or snowboard. Nick showed me some five year olds and told me that by the end of our trip I should be able to reach their level, which earned him a snowball in the head. In return he attacked me and tried rubbing snow in my face. For a moment we rolled around in snow. At one point I was laying on top of him. His cheeks were rosy, he parted his lips and looked at me with sparkling eyes. If not for all the people around us, I couldn't resist kissing him in that moment. "Get off of me, you barbarian!" - he huffed. "Not until you take back what you said about me!" - I growled, sprinkling his face with a bit of snow. "Okay, okay! I take it back! - he shouted and I finally rolled off him - NOT! Catch me if you can!" And before I could react, he was back on his feet, sliding down the snow, his laughter carried through the fresh, freezing air. We were back at our place around 5 PM. Since we were both tired, after we switched to something more casual, we agreed that after a shower I would prepare the diner and meet him in the rec room. Once I prepared a plate of sandwiches and two glasses of juice, I went all the way to the basement. Nick was laying on a beanbag with his butt sticking up at me and swaying happily from side to side as he played some shooter on PS4. I reluctantly took my eyes off it and sat down on a beanbag beside him. Waiting for his turn to end, I looked around. There was an amazing PC station with a shelf packed with games, pool table, table-tennis set, a bookcase with latest novels and, to my astonishment a stack of board games. I wondered if Nick would be up for playing them, instead of constantly gluing his eyes into a flatscreen. Just as I thought that, the screen went red as, apparently, Nick's character died. "Damn. Do you wanna try it? Or we can play co-op." "Have a sandwich first." - I asked. Nick looked at the plate, as if he saw it for the first time and took one of the sandwiches and his glass. "You've said that as long as we're here, we don't have to follow my mom's rules, but you still kind of behave like her." "Well, eating isn't really a rules stuff. I can't have you starving to death, you're my responsibility." "How friendly of you, Chris!" - he exclaimed with raised eyebrows. "I didn't mean it like it's just my job or something, I do like you, but at the same time I'm in your charge." "So you even like me - he kept mocking - anymore time we spent together and you'll want us to become boyfriends!" "Whenever you're ready." - I answered, blowing him a kiss, which he pretended to shoo away. I'll admit that it was pretty risky, but in the context my words were interpreted as a mere joke. After we finished the dinner, we played for nearly two hours. Nick proved to be a rather weak in gaming department. He was far too hot headed and a sore loser as well. Once he got thoroughly bored with games, we went to the gym. While I was running on a treadmill, he was working with the machines that I introduced him to yesterday. He already was able to make more reps. I was glad partly because it was my idea to get him to work out and partly because I was again able to have a clear look at his little cute butt. Then he tried to beat me at the treadmill, but I've had enough stamina to 'outrun' him. When I tried to tease him about it, he just shrugged his shoulders and said that there was no shame for him in losing to a guy nine years older than him. When he walked over to dumbbells, and started working on his biceps, I thought of how strange of a character he was. All around polite, bright, with extremely sharp mind and breathtakingly bold at times. Not to mention his stunning physique. And yet there was something fragile and bitter about him. It was as if something in the past ruined his self esteem. It was visible that whenever he proved to be good at something he liked to brag about it even if it was nothing special. Then again, whenever he failed or lost in competition, he was becoming mean and sarcastic. I wondered if that attitude had anything to do with his father. "Jeez, you sure can run! - commented Nick - Aren't your legs getting sore?" "Not really. I run two to three miles a day, so they're pretty strong. Look." - I stopped the treadmill and stood in front of him with one leg extended in his direction. Nick acted on his instinct and felt it for a moment. This thrilling experience lasted only for few second before he came to his senses and let it go. "Eww, sweaty and hairy. Now I'll need to wash my hand!" "No need to, we're going to sauna now, soon you'll be sweaty anyway." "Sauna? - he winced - I thought we could have a swim today." "We can do whatever. - I smiled, imagining all the possibilities - I didn't pack my trunks though." "Don't be silly. You'll be fine in your boxers. Let's go!" Besides the pool, there was a jacuzzi, but we ignored it for now. The pool was geothermally heated, so when we jumped in, the water was almost hot. Obviously we didn't mind! After few minutes, simple swimming around wasn't good enough. First Nick started splashing me with water. For that, I started chasing him. I'm not sure if it was a matter of my skills or his willingness, but it never took long to catch him. Whenever that happened, I'd grab him in a bear hug and spin him around. Nick on his part would half-heartedly try to fight me of by squirming around in my arms kicking water with his feet, so there was enough rubbing and groping to satisfy any boylover. You can imagine that my dick almost exploded from all the excitement and accidental contact with Nick's thighs and butt, all that seemingly without him noticing. But the best came when I decided to quietly swim in between his legs, so when I swam up he burst out of the water, sitting on my shoulders. He laughed and screamed in excitement, holding my head firmly with his thighs. I also clearly felt his dick on the back of my neck. It was amazing to be able to hold him by his thighs and feel his butt on top of my back. "Let go of my head Nick, and I'll show you something cool!" "What are you trying to do?" - he asked excited. "This!" - I shouted and flipped him backwards. He screamed as he fell into the water with a giant smile. As soon as he regained control of his body, he swam up to me, placed his skinny arm around my neck and shouted in my ear: "It was awesome Chris! Can you do that again?!" So I did it over and over, just to feel those silky mounds on me again and again. Luckily just before my neck was about to snap, Nick noticed that his fingertips got wrinkly and decided that it was time to get out. As Nick went to call his mom and take another shower, I sat by the fireplace and tried to make a fire. It was almost done when Nick came back, so I asked him to pop some corn as I intended for us to relax on the couch and watch a movie. Once he set a microwave, he ran back upstairs and came back with thick, shaggy blanket. "It will take a while before the heat will spread." - he explained, seeing my questioning glance. The house was of course air-conditioned to maintain room temperature, but since we wanted to get comfortable, more warmth was a must. As the popcorn was ready, we sat on the opposite ends of sofa each with their respective bowl. Our feet were intertwined and sometimes me or Nick would jokingly poke the other's leg, as I scrolled through VOD list. "Have you seen this movie, Nick?" - I asked, once I've stumbled upon 'Silence of the Lambs'. "Is this about some bug lady?" - he asked, not sounding overly eager. I was surprised that he didn't know that movie. "Nah, it's something else. I know you'll like it." "We'll see about that." Of course once the movie started, Nick totally immersed himself in watching. He was so into it, that whenever I tried to jokingly comment on some of the scenes, he would give me a scornful look, put a handful of popcorn in his mouth and keep watching. I had to pinch my arm to stop myself from laughing, as Nick was a living image of a very agitated hamster. By the end of the movie, as it's climax approached, I could sense that his body was tensed up and he was biting the edge of the blanket. It wasn't really surprising though, as the scenes where Starling is in the dark basement, hunted by a guy wearing a night-vision device are disturbing even to me, who watched the movie so many times already. "Wow! This movie was amazing! I mean that shrink in prison who helped her! And that guy, I mean, how fucked up a person can get?!" - he exclaimed, as credit roll has started. "Well he was partly based on a real person, so it's not at all unimaginable." "Wow. Why didn't anyone told me about this movie before?" "The reason has probably something to do with your age. - I chuckled - Then again I was only a year older than you when I've first seen it." "See? And somehow you didn't end up as a serial killer, right?" "True, but I've been wondering. You've mentioned watching two adult shows. Why are you so fascinated by maniacs and psychos?" After a moment of hesitation, Nick replied. The manner of his speech was somehow reluctant. "Well, they sure are fucked up and I wouldn't want to be one, but on some level, they're determined enough to live out their desires, right?" I observed Nick's questioning expression. In the dimmed light of soldering embers his face was covered in shades of red and orange which made it look even more stunning, almost out of this world. But all I could think of was what is going on in this beautiful, thirteen year old head. What kind of guilt, or desire could torment him so much that he envied murderers? I wondered if he actually could be gay, as I assumed yesterday? And if he was, did he already accept it, or was still struggling with it? Before I spoke, I gently rubbed my foot against his under the blanket. Nick gave me a warm smile. "You're free to do anything while we're here. Anything. - I assured him - As long as it doesn't include chopping of my head of course." "Damn, I was counting on that one! - Nick winced jokingly - Can I have your leg at least?" Before I could say anything, he reached under the covers, picked up my foot and actually bit into my big toe! He only did it in a playful manner, but still my mind was blown, and I was just a whim away from blowing a load in my boxers! "Hey, let go of me, you murderer! I need my legs for the slope!" - I shouted, as I started to rub my other foot all over his belly and chest. In return Nick parted my legs and thrown himself on my chest. He was laying on top of me, the mop of his hair just below my chin, our pelvises luckily separated by thick blanket. "These are the best winter holidays I've ever had." "Same here, Nicky." "Chris, are we going to be friends after we go back home?" "Well, it's gonna be a bit unusual, but I can't see why not." - I assured him, while stroking his shoulder blade. "You could tutor me, so it won't be a complete waste of time for you too." "Seriously Nick, you don't have to convince me. I will visit you and we will be the best of friends. I promise." "No... you don't understand. The tutoring part is actually so that mom would be okay with us getting together." I was intrigued. Up until now our relationship was absolutely innocent and yet he was worried about his mother being suspicious. "Why would she mind? - I asked - It was her idea for me to take care of you after all." "I know, but there... that would just look more natural. And besides, I'm shitty in more than few subjects so there's no reason why you couldn't earn some cash while spending time with me. - he said and there was an awkward moment of silence between us - Anyway, I'm falling asleep as we speak. Can we go to bed already?" "Sure buddy, let's go." After the warmth of a living room, the bedroom seemed quite chilly. Nick stood between my bed and his, hugging himself, trembling slightly (I think that last bit was just him overacting, but whatever) and looking at me tentatively. "Fuck, it's freezing in here! - I exclaimed (that bit was definitely me overacting) - Let's jump in one bed. It's gonna be warmer this way." I smiled, as Nick got between covers just as I finished the sentence. Once I've joined him, he wrapped himself around me and started breathing deeply. I knew he was just avoiding more questions from me, but decided to play along. I obviously realised that after I asked him as to why his mother would mind us being friends, he changed his mind mid sentence and instead of giving me actual answer, started beating around the bush. As I was slowly falling asleep, I wished that I could someday learn the real reason for his cautiousness.