Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2017 10:43:05 +0100 From: charlie.fenderson Subject: The Flower that Bloomed in the Snow - Chapter 5 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 already fifth installment of my story. Wow! I'm so happy that even though the story has a rather slow pace and the focus is much more on the relationship than sex, many of you wrote me some kind and warm words of encouragement and followed the story. Thanks to all of you, who took time to send feedback regarding the previous chapters. Your support means a lot! I hope you are going to enjoy this chapter just as much. The series is going to have five 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 Five It seemed like I closed my eyes just for a few moments when I heard deafening jangle over my head. My eyes shot open and I saw Nick banging a wooden ladle on a tin boiling pot. Unfortunately he was fully dressed. "Nick, what the fuck?" - I grunted and covered my head with a pillow. "Wake up you cheater! It's sunny outside and if you wanted to go ice skating so bad, it's high time we go!" "Nick - I mumbled from below the covers - nobody's ice skating in the middle of the night!" "Middle of the night? IT'S ALREADY 10 AM!" He jumped on top of me and threw the blankets and a pillow off me. The light of the day was so bright that for a few second Nick appeared merely as a black silhouette. Once my vision has adjusted, I saw his face and knew that he meant businesses. I needed to get up, and right now. "I'm going to prepare the breakfast. Take a shower before you join me." "Ok, fine. You're such a pain in the ass." - I growled. "Thought you liked it." - he scoffed as he walked towards the stairs. "Smart little fuck." - I said under my breath as I got up and headed to the bathroom. Despite his stubbornness, Nick was nice and in a very good mood all the way through the morning while we ate breakfast and the dessert that was leftover from yesterday. For most of the ride to the town, we were listening to the music, smiling at each other and basically enjoying each others company. "It's amazing - I commented - after such a blizzard, the roads are already clear." "It's like 11AM already, Christopher, some people don't get to sleep for as long as you." "Oh, just shut up, will you?" Nick giggled but until we reached the town, we returned to silently enjoying one another's presence. I parked just outside the park and we went straight for the ice rink. With my skates on, I entered the ice and extended my hand towards him, but Nick, who was coming in right after me, just slid past me like a gust of wind, patting me on my arm. "You're it, uncle Chris!" I went after him at full speed of course, but that wasn't enough to get him. He was moving swiftly and zigzagged between groups of people. He was great at keeping his balance and careful enough to avoid even the risk of bumping into someone. Fortunately my skills were at pretty much equal level and my legs were longer. After I tapped Nick's shoulder, I made a sharp turn and glided around the ice rink. I was so distracted by the easy win, that I didn't notice Nick coming at me from the opposite direction. It was to late to make a turn or even slow down, so the only thing I could do was to watch him slide past me and feel a quick squeeze he gave me on the shoulder. After making a complete turnaround, I swerved between people, but by the time I got to the place where I thought Nick was, he was already shouting at me from the other side. "Come on, slowpoke! Catch me before my hair turns grey!" Despite using all my agility, I wasn't able to catch up to him for a while. It was even harder with all the people between us. With all the crowd Nick became even bolder and continued to mock me by skating around me and making silly faces. This resulted in him getting careless and finally bumping into me. We fell down, with me landing on my ass and Nick hitting my chest with his head. "Are you alright?" - I asked, as I felt piercing pain in my backbone. "Yes, I'm good. - he answered in excited voice - Are you?" "More or less - I smiled meekly - but let's not do anymore stunts like this for today." "Ok, uncle. You can hold my hand if you're afraid." - he replied with cute grin. Although I was tempted to grab his hand I refused, since I knew it was another way to mock me. For the rest of time Nick skated along me, so we could chat and rest a bit. "So, do you know any fun place in the town that we could go to? I don't think we'd be allowed in any of the shops anymore." "You don't say, uncle. - giggled Nick - We could go bowling today." "Bowling? - I tilted my head, as I cricled him - I thought we were supposed to be outside all the day." "I meant 'outside the cottage' not 'outside outside'. I don't want us freezing to death." "You're such a complicated nature, Nick." "Not sure what you mean by that uncle, but just in case, fuck you." I giggled, as some of the people looked at Nick in shock. Then, as they saw that the age gap between us was relatively small, they would shake their heads and return to skating. "Watch your mouth kid, or we're not going anywhere. So, where is that bowling area?" "There's mall not far from here. They have small cinema, bowling alley, pub and a couple of shops. It's probably the hottest spot in the town." - chuckled Nick. "This isn't a big city after all. - I shrugged my shoulders - It's better than nothing." "Yeah, I guess." - replied Nick and sped up, getting a little ahead of me. The place that Nick led me to was indeed dismal. It's exterior definitely belonged in the previous century and it didn't look much better inside. The repertoire of the cinema was unimpressive. They still showed Hateful Eight, Captain America: The Civil War and The Girl on the Train. The pub was almost empty at the moment and the bartender's face clearly indicated that it wasn't going to change much by the evening. We finally made it to the bowling alley that was situated on a second floor. There were few groups of teenagers indulged in the game and loudly commenting on it's state. "Nick - I told him as we put on the trainers we got at the counter - do we really want to stay here? It looks as if the zombie apocalypse was about to begin." "It's gonna be like this until Saturday. But look at the bright side, uncle. Slow days are the best, no one's gonna rush us. We can play for as long as we want to." So I just shrugged my shoulders, tied my shoes and used the touch screen to set the game. "All right! - exclaimed Nick, while stretching out his fingers - I haven't done that in a while, but I think I still got it." "You probably do." - I sighed and smiled at him condescendingly. Nick didn't seem to care too much for my opinion, as he put his fingers in a black ball and took it out from the ball return. After a short runup he tossed the ball and hit exactly in the middle of the skittles, striking eight out of ten. Although we were competing, we did a high five and kept bowling. "So, are you a dog, or a cat person?" - asked Nick all of a sudden. "I like cats better I think. Why?" "Well, I wanna know what kind of person you are. And it's dogs for me." "Then I gotta know which Star Wars trilogy you like better." "Prequels." "Me too! You're like the only person who thinks the same!" "Those lame geeks don't know what's good. - concurred Nick after sending a beautiful ball down the row - Netflix or YouTube?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" - I scoffed. "Though so. - smirked Nick - On the other side it was pretty obvious." "But I prefer YouTube to storing music on my computer. - I added as I scored a ten point strike. - What's worse, doing laundry or dishes? This had Nick thinking for a minute. Finally he answered after each of us had another turn. "I hate doing dishes, because you have to wash away any leftovers before putting the dishes in the washer." "I think laundry's worse, since you have to wait for over an hour and then hang it out to dry and then iron it." "That's like three different things. You can have somebody else do that for you if you're smart enough." - he smirked at me mockingly over his shoulder as he was aiming for another strike. "You don't know my mother - I scoffed - if she tells you to do something, you have to see it through to the end." "You shouldn't be such a pushover, uncle Chris. Just say 'no'." "You don't say, shithead." - I growled and nudged him on the elbow. His ball missed the skittles completely. He looked at me as if I betrayed the very core of his existence. "Toilet paper. Over or under?" - he said, standing aside. "Under." - I replied as I began my runup. I didn't notice Nick tripping me up. I nearly fell down as he chuckled. And of course my throw was even more miserable than his. "Bastard." "It's your own fault. - he shrugged his shoulders - you're selfish and lack imagination, just like with that toilet paper." I frowned my eyebrows, dumbfounded. "What does it have to do with anything?" "If you hang the toilet paper so the strip goes under the roll, it's harder to use it. So you're not only an asshole, but also making your own life harder." I was so shocked by his reasoning that instead of being mad, I laughed and pat him on the shoulder. "That was pure gold, Nick. I swear to you that from now on the strip will always be hanging over the roll." For some reason Nick's eyes brightened and he gave me a warmest smile to date. If not for all the people around us, I'd shove my tongue down his throat right then and there. For now though I could only eyefuck with him. Since it was far from satisfying, I've decided to break the silence. "PC or console?" "For gaming?" "PC or console, Nicky." "PC of course. I mean, console is better for gaming, but you can do so much more with PC, right?" "I'm glad you see the advantage." - I smiled at him proudly. "But gaming pad is a must either way. Using keyboard sucks. Ninjas or Pirates?" I chuckled at the question, as I grabbed another ball. I guessed he was running out of questions. "Pirates." "What? Ninjas are cooler! Perfect assassins." "Sure - I admitted, while performing a perfect strike - but imagine, setting out with a dozen of muscled, savage men who wouldn't see a woman for another half of a year..." "Jesus Chris, you are a slut, aren't you? - he scoffed - I mean they surely were sweaty, and missed teeth and limbs. It's just gross." "But just imagine it. Being their deck boy. Those were the different times, so you'd be sweaty and dirty as well." "Still gross. I'm perfectly fine in 21st century, thank you very much." We played until the early evening when place got more crowded and there were people waiting for their turn at the row. After eating two cheeseburgers and a pack of fries each in McDonald's, we decided it was finally time to go back. Once at the cottage, I asked Nick what he wanted to do. He said he was gonna get changed and call Alice and then we should go to the rec room. I nodded my head and while he was upstairs, I sat in the living room and flipped through channels on the tv. "Ok Chris, let's go." - he announced as he came down. I smiled when I noticed that besides wearing his sweatpants and t-shirt he was barefoot. I wondered if he also had no underwear on. As we were walking downstairs, an idea crept to my mind. Once in the basement, I picked him up and spun him around. "H-hey Chris, what's going on?!" "You don't have your cellphone in the pocket, do you?" "No, but WHAA-?" - he screamed as I ran over to the pool and thrown him in it. "BASTARD, WHAT IF I HAD MY PHONE WITH ME?" He screamed at me as he resurfaced. "But you just told me you didn't have it. - I giggled - I just thought it would be boring to just go and play those stupid games." "You're clearly not ok in the head. - he growled, but I saw a smile creeping up on his face." "Come on, you know you deserved it for the morning. And since we're finally even, let's go and try out the jacuzzi." Nick smiled broadly, even though he still was in the swimming pool. "It takes time for the jacuzzi to fill properly. - he explained - so why don't you start the water and join me for the time being?" I really wanted to comply, but first, I decided to bring some juice for later, so we could chill in the tub like bosses. When I got back, his wet clothes were laying on the edge of the pool, and Nick himself was swimming naked. Even after seeing, and getting to know his body thoroughly, I nearly dropped the jug and the glasses I have brought. After I placed the plate by the tub, I undressed myself and got into the pool with him. Although I was counting on some sort of foreplay since we were both naked, all of a sudden, Nick wanted to play water tag and I had to chase after him and listen to his annoying giggling for another thirty minutes, until our bath was ready. After Nick got in, I poured us a glass of juice and switched on the bubbles. I didn't intend on drinking any of it, not for now at least. Instead I leaned into Nick and kissed his lips. "I always wanted to have sex in the jacuzzi Nick." - I whispered in a husky voice. He smiled at me and slid his hands under water to cup and knead my butt. We resumed kissing as I pushed my chest against his. The streams of bubbles were tickling our bodies delicately, adding to our pleasure. Our dicks hardened as they were pressed together. Then we started experimenting. Nick tried to dive and suck me off underwater, but since he had to open his mouth for it he couldn't do it for a long time. Next thing we spend a lot of time doing, was placing our butts directly over the massaging jets. We even made a game of it, where you lost by somehow reacting to water tickling your sphincter. And of course Nick lost with overall score being 3 to 5. Then we tried kissing underwater. Nick got pretty excited about it and he told me to 'supply him with air' while he'd try to spend five minutes under the surface. And even though I dived every twenty seconds and breathed directly into his mouth, he managed to last only three minutes until he resurfaced, saying that he began to feel dizzy. "It's not that strange. There's too much carbon dioxide in the air we breathe out." - I concluded. "Really? So first you don't want to get out of bed in the morning and then you pump me full of carbon dioxide? - he asked in mockingly aggressive voice - Turn around, so I can punish you." Obediently, I got on all fours and waited for whatever he had in store for me. I didn't have to wait long for his chest to squeeze into my back and his dick poke between my buttcheeks. I bit my lower lip, since I didn't expect Nick to know that water isn't the best as a lube. Luckily he was considerate enough to stick two fingers inside me and stretch me out while he kissed my neck and ear. "Will you be a good uncle from now on?" - he whispered as his fingers probed my butt. "Well Nick, if you're expecting me to change, I'm afraid you'll have to change the method." "Oh yeah? How about this?" - he asked, replacing his slim fingers with the engorged head of his dick." "Aaah, I forgot about you giant cock! - I pretended to yelp - I'm so so sorry, please be gentle for your old uncle!" He giggled maliciously and longdicked me for a few times, which elicited genuine groans of pain and pleasure from my mouth. Luckily soon, the romantic atmosphere of hot tub took over and Nick had me sit on his dick, as he sat against the wall of the tub. He kneaded my buttocks as I rode him gently and enjoyed kissing his full mouth and soft skin. Meanwhile Nick was boosting my self-esteem by worshipping my sixpack and peck with his hands and tongue. "Oh yeah my cute boy, fuck me like this and you'll turn me into a bottom for good." - I grunted as I slid down on his cock and rotated my hips to feel him better. "Oh, that felt awesome. Don't stop." - he moaned as he gently rubbed and scratched my back. The bubbles surrounding us only added to the pleasure we felt. With a passionate kiss on his lips, I pushed him over the edge and felt his body stiffen and shake as the orgasm washed over him. I sped up my movements, so that his still hard cock could stimulate my prostate as well as paint it white with his sweet essence. And it did both things. The white strand of my cum drifted in the water as we separated and sat side by side, basking in the hot water and our afterglow. "Ewww..." - nick frowned his nose and showed me the white rope of liquid. "What? Yesterday you swallowed like a spoonful of cum!" "I know, right? Such a waste of a good spunk!" - he said in a disappointed voice. I started laughing and hugged to him to me. "I assure you Nick, that there is a lot more of it where it came from!" After we had the dinner we decided to go to bed straight away, since Nick wanted to go snowboarding as soon as possible in the morning. When we were in bed, Nick with his head on my chest and me with an arm around his back, I felt him absently playing with my nipple. "Chris?" "What is it, kiddo?" "Do you really enjoy doing all that stuff with me? I mean your muscles are surely fun to enjoy, but what do you get out of this?" Although I knew his self esteem is a serious matter, I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief. "Nick, you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. Did you ever see yourself in a mirror?" "Yeah, all skin and bones." - he growled. "So you're skinny. But did you really take a good look? You don't have to comb your hair for them to look charming, you have the biggest, greenest eyes I have ever seen. - I assured him as I pinched his nose - I love the way your little nose frowns when you are angry or laughing. I love the way your lips feel when we kiss. And you know what's best?" "What?" - he asked, almost inaudibly. "That this is just the icing on a cake. I know that you're still growing up and at times you feel awkward or stupid, but you aren't. You're one of the brightest people I've ever met. - I confessed, kissing his forehead and breathing in the smell of his hair - You're so perfect, that whenever you try to prove yourself to me, it feels useless. So this is what I get Nick. A great time and even greater sex with the most handsome boy in the world." By the way his cheeks moved, I knew that he was smiling. To my surprise, I felt something wet dripping on my skin. Was he crying? I couldn't tell, but didn't dare to do anything to confirm that. "Goodnight Chris, I love you." - I heard him whispering in distinctively soft voice. "I love you too, Nicky. Night night."