Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2017 10:51:38 +0100 From: charlie.fenderson Subject: The Flower that Bloomed in the Snow - Chapter 3 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: This is a third installment of my new story. We're getting closer, and closer to Chris and Nick getting to know each other one more physical level. Thanks to all of you, who took time to send feedback regarding the previous chapter. Your support means a lot! I hope you are going to enjoy this chapter just as much. The series is going to have seven more episodes, each posted between saturday and monday and 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! Day Three Next morning I was awaken by a strange and irritating sensation of someone tickling my nose. As I opened my eyes, There was a gentle smile in front of my eyes and a hand hovering over my face, with a feather between its fingers. As my vision focused, I saw Nick laying on his side and concealing his laughter as he continued to tease me. I quickly grabbed his head, hugged it to my chest and started ruffling his hair. We both started laughing as he playfully tried to fight me off. Finally, when I was satisfied with my revenge, I let go of him. His face was red, and he was breathing heavily, but he was smiling broadly. "You should've wake up before me like you always do. When I'm bored, I get silly ideas." "Sorry for making you do silly stuff - I replied in a mocking tone - can I make it up to you somehow?" "Yes, breakfast in bed. Toasts, strawberry jam, orange juice. And pronto!" - he ordered, laying back down with his arms on the back of his head. I came back with a small table for breakfast in bed (I was amazed at the thoughtfulness of the staff) laid with two plates, each with stack of toasts, glass of juice and a little spoon in a jar of jam. As Nick sat up I placed it on the bed, and joined him. Although our moms taught us not to play with our food, Nick and I needed almost an hour to finish our toasts. Nick insisted that we feed each other, often pretending that the toast he was about to feed me, was an aeroplane, with adequate sound effects. It was becoming more and more like some sort of honeymoon. "So, we're headed for the slope after the breakfast?" "I was thinking that today we should do something different - I said, first offering toast I held to him and then taking it away before he could take a bite and eating it myself - like go out to town. What do you think?" "I think that you are an asshole, but I like your idea. Let's go and visit the town!" Since Nick told me about the ice rink, once we were ready, we took our skates and set out in a car. Since it was Wednesday morning, the town was filled with families that came here to spend their winter holidays just like us. I noticed how Nick's face became somewhat pouty, so I put my arm around him. "Hey Nick, how about hot chocolate before we go to the rink?" He just nodded his head, so as we walked around the streets. I've spotted a small café near the park, where we were headed anyway and told him that we're going inside. As Nick chose the seat near the window I went to the counter to place an order. When I joined him at the table, he was looking out at the winter scenery with his head resting on his palm. I was worried since he looked really sad. "What's wrong Nick?" - I asked as I sat on the opposite seat. "Nothing is wrong. I'm just a bit tired." - he replied, not even looking at me. "Tired from a twenty minute long car ride? How come you've become such a wimp all of a sudden?" Nick looked at me angrily and wriggled on his chair. Then finally he decided to speak. "I just don't feel like talking, ok?" "Can I do anything to cheer you up?" "You think you can?" "I don't know. That's why I asked in the first place. Talk to me, Nick." "Are you trying out this psychology bullshit of yours on me? Because if you do, then stop." I looked at him aghast, as the waiter came up to us and placed our order before us. He probably sensed the tense atmosphere as he quickly turned around and walked away. "Nick, I'm just trying to talk to you. There's no trick in that. If you don't tell me what the problem is, I won't be able to help you!" "Maybe there are problems that can't just be fixed?" "Then at least you'll feel better if you let it out. Please, tell me." He rolled his eyes, then took a sip of chocolate and finally decided to spill the beans. "It's just that I have a feeling that it's not how winter holidays should be. Look - he motioned to the window and I saw three families walking by - why can't I be with my mom now?" His tone was plaintive. I needed to talk some sense into him and try to put him at ease. "Before everything, winter break is about having fun. Are you bored?" "I'm not, but I feel like all those parents really love their children and mom prefers her job." - he growled. "Don't say that, Nick, you know that's not true! There is no right or wrong way to express love, if it's there, just as much as there is no right or wrong way to spend winter break if you're having fun." "True, but it's not like I can just turn a switch and be happy all of a sudden." "You were happy just twenty minutes ago. Look, if there's one thing- anything that would cheer you up, just tell me." Nick sank into his chair and took two sips of chocolate while looking deep into my eyes. I didn't dare to move, as I felt him scanning me perhaps for the traces of insincerity. Then, with his eyes squinted, he proposed: "My condition is that whenever we're in public I get to call you 'uncle' and you will call me 'kiddo' or `buddy'. That should help to make me feel better." I had to step on my foot with the other to suppress my smile as I knew that it cost him a great deal to articulate this need. I pretended to hesitate for few seconds and then with a warm smile across my face, I complied. He brightened up instantly and complimented me for ordering such a yummy chocolate and choosing a nice place to drink it. As I was occupied with his problems for last few moments, it was first moment when I allowed myself to actually look around. This was hardly a place that could suit a taste of a thirteen year old. The walls were papered with big format photos of the town that must have been taken sometime in 20's, all the tables in the café were covered with dark red tablecloths. There was a small candle burning on each of them and we could hear soft saxophone music coming from the concealed speakers. Tables were separated by water painted screens that added to the atmosphere and guaranteed privacy of a conversation. The place was mostly empty since it was still early in the day, but few customers were couples close to my age. Some of them were openly kissing. When I pointed that out to Nick, he giggled. "This must feel really amazing, swallowing each others spit!" - he said, licking off the remains of chocolate from his upper lip. "Kiddo, you're obnoxious." - I stated, already trying out my new role. "Sorry, uncle Chris. Just a thought that crossed my mind." - he replied, returning to spying on a couple. The way he pronounced the word 'uncle', prolonging each letter, as if he was savoring its sound, made my boxers feel tighter around my dick. Oh, how I wanted to swallow some of his spit right now! After spending about half an hour at the café, all the Nick's blues were gone and we were ready to visit ice rink. Of course first we had to go back to the car for our skates. When we got to the rink, we put them on and entered the ice. Surprisingly, he wasn't as skilled in this department as he was with snowboard. For first few minutes he moved like a robot, then hilariously swung his legs and landed on his ass. I slid up to him and grabbed him by his hands. I've noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed, so I quickly asked him: "It's been a long time since you last used those, huh?" "Yes, uncle Chris. And my butt hurts like hell!" "Grab my hand buddy, and I'll show you how it's done." Nick complied eagerly. There was nothing to worry about, since many parents or older siblings were showing younger kids how to ice skate properly. Nick quickly caught on, but didn't seem willing to let go of me. I even started suspecting that he might have been pretending before, just to get us to hold hands. I didn't mind obviously, but I was beginning to understand that he was quite the character! When we got tired, we returned to the car to leave the skates there and went for a walk. "Let's go back to park once again!" "Sure, but let's go and do a little shopping first." I asked to show me a shop where I could buy wine. Nick looked at me quizzically, but shrugged his shoulders and told me to follow him. Once we made it there, I bought red wine, an orange and few spices. From his expression I could see that he was dying to figure out what did I plan on doing with these things. After we left, me carrying a paper bag, and reentered the park, he finally asked me in excited tone. "Are we going to drink alcohol today?" "No - I lied - wine's for me. And this is for you." - I took out a lollipop from my pocket and presented it to him. "For fuck's sake, Chris." - he growled, but accepted my gift. "Mind your language, kiddo." - I replied, swatting him on the head. As he was wearing his hat, I doubt that he felt anything more than a light pat. Nick smiled at me and put a candy in his mouth. As we were straddling through the alleys, between snow covered trees he switched between lapping at it and putting it in his mouth just to take it out with a loud pop. I don't think I have to tell you how it affected my imagination. "So where exactly are we headed?" "I don't know if it's there this year. And I don't wanna spoil the surprise. Let's go!" So I obediently followed him. I regretted not putting away my acquisitions in the car as people were giving me questioning looks, seeing a clear outline of the wine bottle. But I stopped bothering with that when we entered a square with a display of ice sculptures. "Wow." - was my first reaction, as I felt Nick's hand wrapping around mine. "They're amazing, aren't they?" I nodded my head as we walked around, admiring the detailed work. There were some ordinary ones like swan with spread wings, or a ballet dancer in the middle of a pirouette. But there were also masterpieces like Cinderella's Chariot , Harley Davidson motorcycle or the Eiffel Tower with all the details replicated. Nick was especially excited about full sized, 39 feet tall T. Rex, while I stopped for about two minutes to admire a statue of Darth Vader with a lightsaber in his hand and every detail of the armour reproduced. We had a lot of fun, taking photos, even though it was forbidden to touch the statues. Then Nick showed me to an open-air marketplace where he bought himself knitted socks, and I decided to buy a hat and a scarf that matched his. Then we've gone to check out some toy stores where we pissed off salesmen by making them think that I was interested in buying a present for my 'nephew's' birthday. First we would go into shop and walk around the isles to catch their attention, then I would explain my demand and then they usually would guide us to the section with the most expensive toys. Nick would look at some of them, say that they're 'kind of lame' (salesmen's face acquires a priceless expression of anger mixed with politeness). Then I'd tell him that either he chooses something, or he'll get nothing for next ten years (shocked glance from salesman), to which Nick would react with choosing the most expensive item (salesman becomes ecstatic). Then I'd tell Nick that it's 'probably too expensive' and try to bargain with salesman and asking him 'if he wants to make someone really happy today'. Most of them told us that the price was set and there's no point in bargaining, but some of them would offer 20-40? discounts. Either way, we would try to convince them to lower the price, or give us even bigger discount and whenever they (more or less politely) told us to fuck off, we would walk out the door and burst into laughter just after we left their earshot. Finally, at 4 PM we came back to our cottage. I left a car after Nick, but this short moment was enough for him to make a snowball and throw it at me. Of course, I abandoned the thought of bringing groceries inside and ran after him. All along I was trying to hit him back, but he dodged each of my snowballs and finally found cover around the corner of the hut. As for me, I squatted behind the bushes and started preparing myself some ammunition. Whenever Nick would look out of his safety, I sent a quick ball towards him. I actually got to land a headshot on third try. Unfortunately at the same time I've given away my position, so soon after, three handfuls of snow landed atop of my head and of course, got beneath my collar. Furious, I grabbed some snow in my hands, ran up to him and rubbed it in his cheeks. His screaming brought our neighbours to the windows and probably caused an avalanche somewhere. As they looked at us, he put his arm around me and waved at them with a sincere grin. When they waved back and returned to minding their own business, Nick was momentarily on top of me, landing a fistfull of snow on my nose. I shouted and threw him off me. We rolled around laughing until he got up and escaped from my hands again. When we finally got inside, we were drenched. I ordered Nick to get dressed in something dry while I got down to kindling a fireplace. He was upstairs for a rather long while, so I figured he called Alice. Once he got back, I ordered him to sit on a bear rug in front of buzzing fire, gave him a blanket and went to change myself. Then I went to the kitchen and made two mugs of mulled wine. When I passed it to him and he smelled it, he looked at me in disbelief. "You said I can't have alcohol!" "Just wanted to piss you off." - I replied, laughing maliciously. He placed his mug on the floor and extended his arm, inviting me under the blanket. I gladly accepted, sitting myself behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. For few minutes we just listened to cracking sparkles and looked on, fascinated by flames, warming ourselves with small sips of wine. "So, do you like how it tastes?" "I love how it warms my chest. And the taste is amazing." "It's mostly because of the spices. Liking just the wine requires getting used to." "So if you're that experienced, did you ever do other bad things, likr smoking?" "Just to try it when I was a bit younger than you. But never been to keen on it. You?" "Nope." "Would you like to give it a try while we're here?" "Would you let me?" - he asked me in a whisper, as if he was afraid to speak out loud. "Yeah, why not. Most of the people get addicted because at first they do it in secret and get the thrill from that. The cigarette itself isn't anything special." "Jesus, you sound sooo smart, uncle Chris." He said it while looking into my eyes. With sparkly eyes, rosy cheeks and breath smelling of oranges, cinnamon and ginger, he was irresistible. Before I could think, my lips were kissing his softly, and parting them for my tongue to enter in between. For a split second he was breathless and stiff, pressing his hands in my chest. I was moving my tongue around awkwardly in his gaping mouth. But now I went too far ahead to just back out. I took a gamble and I was prepared to pay the price. And even if Nick was to push me away, call his mother, or cops it was still worth it. To my relief, soon after, the boy relaxed and wrapped his arms around me. With soft sigh he finally gave in and started mimicking me, getting his first tutoring in fine art of kissing. I can't even describe how it felt. He was greedy and subservient at the same time. Curious and shy. He had his eyes closed during this first kiss, probably immersed all the way in his emotions and sensations. His lips were a bit chapped from the cold and he was getting slight tan on his nose and cheeks from the sun. I loved the tickling sensation of his hair on my forehead, the view of his slightly furrowed eyebrows and long eyelashes. The soft sensation of the skin on his nose and his brisk warm tongue in my mouth. Finally we had to part to take a breath. When I looked into his eyes, he gave me a questioning look. Or was it longing? I took another bold step. I grabbed his pert butt, lifted him a bit and laid him down on a bear rug. I hovered over him, supporting myself on my elbows. I looked him in the eyes and licked my lower lip, waving my eyebrows. He smiled and brought my face to his for a series of small pecks. It was probably wine that made us abandon the common sense and any notion of shame, even when our boners brushed against each other. I just pressed my pelvis into his and kissed him again, listening to his soft moans, breathing in his sweat and tasting his spit. Feeling his warmth and his heart beating just as hard as mine. "Chris, what the fuck?" - he whispered after he got his breath back after another round of making out. "I figured we came here to break rules." - I smirked at him. "You sure are devoted guy then." "Pardon me if I didn't take notice of your resistance. Oh wait, there wasn't any!" "The lack of agreement doesn't mean you can just have your way with me, you know?" - he chirped, rubbing his thigh against mine. "I'm sorry your Honour, I just took the dick that was poking me all along as a sign of compliance." "You're assuming too m-" I interrupted him with another kiss. He obviously accepted it, grabbing me by the neck and mashing my body against him. I felt our dicks and nipples rubbing through the thin fabric of our underwear. "Don't you think Nick that our clothes are in the way?" He was hesitant. I wasn't surprised. One thing was just letting someone kiss you and go with the flow. The other was to give your full consent and take half of the responsibility. He looked up at me a bit panicked and tense. "Hey kiddo, if you don't want to, we can just cuddle. But if you want us to take a step further, I need to know that from you." "Let's just take off our t-shirts for now?" - he asked as if it was for me to decide whether this was enough or not. It puzzled me. With all the teasing he gave me in previous days, it was clear that he was no stranger to sex, having to at least watch porn already. And yet he was apprehensive. I thought for a minute, trying to come up with something that would make him more decisive. "Ok, Nick, I can see that you're scared. Let's just kiss and cuddle some more." "No. - he replied sharply - Let's take the t-shirts off." I straightened up and for a second we struggled with our t-shirts. Before I took mine off completely, I felt his warm soft hands on my hips, just above the waistband of my boxers. I looked at him in anticipation, but his ideas were different than mine, so instead moving downwards, his palms slid upwards, over my six-pack. I grunted as he lightly scratched my skin. I circled his skin just with my fingertips. I reveled in every curve and dimple on his body. My hands moved to his pecks and my thumbs brushed against his nipples. Nick reached under my armpits, dug his fingers in the skin on my shoulder blades and pulled me to him. The kissing got even more exciting now, with our bodies rubbing together. We were sweating from all the action, and blazing fire just two feet away from us, so I got curious, what Nick would taste like. I supported myself on my elbows and looked at him. Then, without a warning, I started licking his cheek like a dog. The boy started giggling like a maniac and squirming under me. "Stop it! What are you doing?!" - he shouted in ecstasy as I enjoyed the touch of his creamy hot skin and fresh, spicy taste. "I'm just enjoying my sweet nephew." - I replied before pinning his arms to the rug and licking his hard nipples and lapping the sweat off his hairless pits. By now he stopped giggling. Instead, he would just take sharp breaths and pant from time to time. When I straightened up, he sat up and kissed me and then kissed my biceps, in the dimple on the inner side of my elbow. Then he licked my pointing finger and sucked it in his mouth, while looking me straight in the eye. "Are you suggesting we should take another step?" - I grunted out. "I think we should go all the way." "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Let's take off our trunks and go all the way." His voice sounded deeper, as if his lust made it harder to speak. I couldn't believe my ears. If I understood him correctly, he told that he wants us to have sex, make love, fuck. There was a little problem with that though. As I didn't think that he would be so eager, I didn't equip myself with lube. I cursed myself for this oversight and then remembered the little convenience store in the resort's lobby. "Ok, then stay here. I have to get something from the shop." "What?" - he looked completely disappointed. "I won't be gone more than fifteen minutes, ok? Just stay here and prepare yourself for a wildest night of your life." "Sure." - he replied with a meek smile. There was no time for convincing him. I ran upstairs, put on some hoodie and boots and ran out to the reception. The store was located in the farther part of the building, so there was only a small chance that the clerk saw me checking in with a teenage boy. Still I felt a bit weird, so aside from the bottle of lube, I put a bar of chocolate and a pack of condoms in the basket. Once I walked up to the counter, I've noticed that the clerk was a guy close to my age. He looked inside my basket and gave me a knowing smile, while he scanned the products. I smiled back at him. How could I not? After paying him with cash, I ran back to the cottage. Once I was back there, I almost cried out in disappointment. Nick was lying on his side, breathing calmly with his eyes closed. I couldn't believe that he had simply fallen asleep! Then I thought about how tired he must have gotten after active day, having an alcohol and so much fooling around. I sighed deeply and with shipping bag hanging from my wrist I took him in my arms and carried him over to the bed. Then I stripped off my own clothes and crawled in beside him. For sometime I couldn't sleep. Itching in my balls was killing me. But I just couldn't interrupt Nick because of my selfish desires. With that conclusion, I promised myself to compensate the lack of relief in the morning and after cuddling up to Nick, I've fallen asleep listening to his calm breathing.