Jason and Taylor

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Jason & Taylor- Segment VI by: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

CHAPTER 18

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I stumbled across the room and slammed my hand down on the snooze button, reflexively allowing myself another nine minutes of slumber before I would have to join the living for the day.Ê Then the realization of what day it was hit me, and I shut the alarm off completely.. I was suddenly excited. It was Valentine's day, the first Valentine's day on which I was madly in love with someone who felt the same way about me. I whistled merrily to myself as I collected my shower gear and walked the few short steps to the bathroom.

This early in the morning, particularly today, the showers were empty. The night before had been the St. Valentine's Day Bash, and all the drunk little rezzies were still tucked in their beds. The chill of the cold tile floor of the shower sent shivers up my legs. I quickly turned on the shower's hot water and let the water run until a huge cloud of steam began to billow from behind the curtain. I ran my hands through my hair, grabbing hold of my hair and pulling gently. My mouth opened in a deep yawn as I stretched my awakening muscles. I hated mornings with a passion, but a nice hot shower made them almost bearable.

I went through my morning ablutions with more than my usual zeal, as Jason and I had a special night on the town planned. First on the agenda was dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in town, followed by dancing at Diva's, where they were having an all ages dance for the gay youth of Saskatoon. Of course, some intimate love making would follow, if Jason was up for it. Our love making sessions had become more intense and of longer duration as we both learned to exert more control over our bodies. I enjoyed listening to Jason squeal as I blew my load deep inside of him, setting him off in the process.

After I had rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, I reached down and shut off the taps. I slowly toweled off, rubbing the towel over every inch of skin. Once I was satisified that I was dry, I exited the shower and walked the hallway back to my room. I opened the door in time to hear the sound of my answering machine rewinding. I walked over to my desk and looked down at the indicator light. I had a new message, and a quick glance at my name and number display told me it was from Jason. I hit the playback button on the machine and sat down to listen to the message.

"Hi Taylor, it's Jason. I'm not feeling well at all. I've got the stomach flu, I think. I won't be able to go out tonight. Sorry. I love you."

I sat down at the desk and looked at my answering machine. All the plans Jason and I had made had just gone up in smoke. I stared at the phone and thought for a moment. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost 8:00 AM. I ran my fingers through my hair, and pondered what to do. I'd call Jason after my afternoon lab. I didn't have time to comfort him for any length of time right now and for all I knew he may have gone back to sleep already.

My thoughts were filled with Jason during my classes but that was nothing new. I was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on what the professors were saying during my classes and as a result my grades were slipping a bit. My memory wasn't what it used to be before I met Jason, but I couldn't blame him. I just had to work a little harder on my studies.

When my Friday afternoon lab finally ended, I walked toward the door in a single-minded daze. My mind was focused on calling Jason and seeing how he was. Surprised, I felt a slight tap on my left shoulder and turned my head to see who it was. There wasn't anyone there, which necessitated a glance to the right were I found Jen smiling wickedly at me.

"You're getting awfully slow in your old age," she snickered as she hefted her back pack over her right shoulder.

"Awww, bite me."

"Sorry, that's Jason's job. So what do you two little love birds have planned besides a night of loud sex?"

"Jason has the flu, so it looks like we won't be doing anything. Besides, how do you know how loud we are when we have sex?"

"I heard you two going at it like gangbusters one morning in rez when I stopped to pick you up for breakfast, silly."

My cheeks flushed pink as the blood rushed to my cheeks. "I didn't realize we were putting on a show."

Jen punched me in the shoulder good naturedly. "Well, Dan and I are going out for supper and then watching a couple of movies together."

"Sounds very romantic. What movies are you going to watch?"

"We each get to chose one, and the other person can't complain about the choice."

"Ahhh, so a chick flick and a real movie."

"Something like that. So how did the pictures turn out?"

"Really good. Your boyfriend--"

"FiancŽ."

"So I keep forgetting. Your fiancŽ, is a really good photographer. I think Jason will be happy with them.

"Well, it's about time that you gave him a photo of yourself."

"Why?" I asked as we walked out the door of the Thorvaldson Building. "It's not like we don't see each other every day."

"Still. It's sort of something important."

"I see. Are there any other pearls of wisdom you would care to impart?"

"Yeah, go see him. I bet he'd love to see you right now. And make sure he knows that you don't mind not going out tonight. He may feel a little guilty about getting sick."

"'Kay. You two have a great time."

"We, will. Say 'Hi' to Jason for me."

"I'll do that."

Jen and I went our own seperate ways back to our residence rooms. I decided, rather than calling, I would just head over to the Rawling's house. I dropped my back pack in my room and grabbed some warmer clothes for the hike out to Z-lot, where my car was waiting with Jason's Valentine's day gift safely locked inside. After a brisk walk to the parking lot, I slid into the driver's seat and thrust the key into the ignition. I crossed my fingers and held my breath as I turned the key. The car groaned and shuddered a bit as it slowly turned over a couple of times until finally catching and sputtering to life.

I let out a sigh of relief and sat in the car listening to the radio for twenty minutes, while the engine slowly warmed up. Finally, I felt that the car was warm enough that driving it would be okay and I backed out of my parking spot. I navigated the snowy streets of Saskatoon with care and attention. The one scare I had had this winter was more than enough to remind me that I should be driving more conservatively.

I pulled into the Rawlings' driveway just after four in the afternoon. The house was completely dark inside. I plugged my car in, grabbed my duffel bag and walked up the stairs to the front door. My right index finger contacted the doorbell just as I lost my footing on the icy stairs. My arms flailed about and I regained my balance. The doorbell finished playing and I stood waiting for Jason to answer the door. A minute passed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the Rawlings' house key. I put the key into the lock, turned it and opened the door.

The alarm panel started beeping at me as I entered the house. I paused for a moment to remove my gloves and then entered the code. The panel stopped beeping and the status light glowed green once again. I pulled my hood back and unzipped my jacket. A small groan came from the stairs to the second level. I pulled my boots off, dropped my duffel bag and walked over to the stairs. Lying at the foot of the stairs curled up in a ball was Jason.

"Jason!"

Jason moaned slightly and wiggled around on the stairs. He was dressed in a pair of flannel pajamas and had a flannel robe over himself. I placed my hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He was cold. His eyes opened as I took my hand away and a small smile emerged on his face.

"Hi," Jason said with a croak.

"Hi, yourself. Are you all right?"

"Just needed a little bit of a...," Jason's eyes closed and then drifted open again as he finished his sentence, "nap before I went back upstairs."

I slipped my arms underneath Jason and lifted him off the landing. I slowly made my way upstairs focusing all my attention on not tripping or falling with Jason in my arms. The hallway was dark but I had navigated it in the dark before. I kicked Jason's door open with my foot and walked over to Jason's bed. I put a sleeping Jason down on the bed, and pulled the covers over his shivering figure. I went back downstairs and made sure that everything was okay on the main level. I found a mug of extra strength Neo Citrin sitting on the counter. The mixture in the mug was cool. I placed the mug in the microwave to warm it up.

When the microwave beeped, I took the mug and headed back upstairs to Jason's bedroom. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I could faintly hear Jason crying and calling out my name. I hurried to the bedroom and went over to the bed. Jason looked up at me.

"I... I didn't... dream it. You... you are here," Jason said between sniffles. I grabbed a tissue from the box beside the bed and held it to Jason's nose.

"I'm here, I'm here, shhh," I said as I held a kleenex to Jason's nose. "Blow."

Jason let out a weak blow and I wiped away the remaining mucus. I brushed some hair out of Jason's eyes and kissed him on the forehead.

"Let's sit you up so you can drink this," I said as I hoisted Jason into a sitting position. I rearranged the covers making sure that his cold body was covered and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Jason took little sips of the warm medicine, and sputtered a few times as he tried to drink too much at once. I used a tissue to clean the excess off his chin. When he had finally finished the drink, I lifted him up and moved him so he was once again lying in the bed. Jason's eyes looked so heavy as he struggled to hold them open.

"Tay..., Tay..., hold me..., plea..., plea... ease," Jason breathed as his eyes began to close.

"Okay baby, okay," I said as I walked around the bed and crawled in.

I wrapped Jason in my arms pulling his head to my chest. Jason buried his head in my sweater and fell fast asleep. I could hear the rasp of Jason's breath as the mucus that filled his lungs and windpipe rattled as the air passed through. I closed my eyes and in spite of my efforts to watch over him fell fast asleep.

I awoke a short time later to Jason struggling to get free of my arms. I let Jason go, but I wasn't fast enough. Jason vomited into my sweater and when he sat up he pulled the covers off me and vomited again on my jeans.

I slowly stood up, trying not to let any of the mess slide off my clothes onto Jason's bed. I carefully removed my sweater and t-shirt, rolling them in a ball with the vomit on the inside. The pants were a bit trickier but I managed to get them off without getting anything else dirty. I flicked on the table lamp beside the bed and took a look at the sheets. There wasn't any vomit on the sheets which was a small blessing. Jason had his head leaning over the edge of the bed. I walked over to his side of the bed and noticed he was holding a bucket in his hands. I bent down and grabbed the bucket and held it for him. When Jason finally finished dry heaving, I rolled him back into the bed and under the covers. His eyes closed the second his head hit the pillow. I looked in the bucket. It was empty. I put the bucket down by the bed and walked over to where my clothes were lying on the floor. I picked them up and walked downstairs to the laundry room. I unballed my clothes and threw them in the sink where I washed off what few solids there had been in Jason's stomach. Once I had soaked them thoroughly, I loaded them into the washing machine and started the wash cycle.

As I walked back upstairs, I realized I could still detect the scent of bile. I decided that I had better have a quick shower before I went back to Jason. I didn't know how queasy he got but I knew that when I was sick just the smell of bile could cause me to start heaving.

I flicked on the light switch in the bathroom and looked in the linen closet. I wanted to make sure that before I got into the shower there would be a towel for me to use to dry off. The last thing I wanted was to be caught parading through the Rawlings' house naked, dripping water all over the floor. After I pulled a fluffy red towel out of the closet and threw it on the towel rack, I slid off my briefs and walked over to the combination shower and bath tub I drew the curtain closed and started the water. As the water warmed up, I glanced in the mirror. Motionless as a statue, I stared at my reflection as if it were that of a stranger. I blinked my eyes and looked away, trying to focus my attention on the water. My image haunted me. Without checking to test the warmth of the water, I stepped into the tub.

The water was warmer than I liked, but I left the taps alone and concentrated on washing my chest and legs. I kept my hair out of the water, as it didn't need cleaning and it took forever to dry. The soapy water cleansed my skin and the comfort of performing the familiar act of showering slowly erased the unsettling image of myself from my mind. I rinsed quickly, and then turned the water off. The soft nap of the crimson towel greeted my pearly white skin with a gentle warm caress as I toweled myself dry.

Once I had completed drying, I slipped back into my briefs and walked down the hallway to Jason's room. I could hear his raspy breaths coming from the bed as I crept silently into his room. He was still asleep in the bed as I had left him. I debated crawling back into bed with him for a moment, but he made the decision for me as he moaned my name.

Walking to the side of the bed, I slid under the covers. I wrapped my arms around my poor sick love and held him close to me. His cold feet rubbed against my bare legs and his cold hands rested against my chest. Jason coughed twice and drifted back to sleep.

I lay holding Jason, gently pulling strands of hair out of his eyes and humming. Suddenly, I paused. I hadn't realized what tune I had been humming but all of a sudden, I recognized it. It was a lullaby that my mom used to sing to us kids when she was putting us to bed. She had a soothing voice and I had watched her work her magic, calming my younger siblings as she sang. Unbidden, tears bubbled to the surface and began to stream down my face. I kept humming the song as I caressed Jason's back. Along with the recognition of that tune from my childhood came the realization that I would never find peace until I reconciled with my parents. I closed my eyes, still humming faintly, and eventually drifted off to sleep oince more.

I awoke later that night with a rumbling stomach and a wheezing Jason. His eyes were open and were fixed intently on me. I placed a kiss upon his forehead and smiled.

"You feeling better, Jason?" I asked as I resumed rubbing his back.

"A little," he replied softly before sniffling loudly.

I reached back towards the night table and grabbed a kleenex for Jason. I held it up to his nose and told him to blow. He gave a weak blow and I gently cleaned the mess from his nose.

"Thanks, Taylor."

"You're welcome. Would you like some more Neo Citrin or smaybe a little something to eat? You need to get something into your stomach."

Jason nodded his head as his eyes began to droop. "I'll come with you."

"I don't think so little man. You stay in the nice warm bed and I'll be right back."

Jason moved to get out bed but I gently eased him back down. "Jason, please stay in bed, all right?"

Jason yawned widely and nodded his head. I slid out from underneath the covers and walked out of the room. The house was dark with the onset of night so I flicked on the lights leading to the main floor. Jason's dad wasn't going to be home until late tonight, so I knew I didn't need to cover up. I walked into the kitchen and stopped. Sitting at the kitchen table was Mr. Rawlings and he was looking right at me.

"Good evening, Taylor. Go put your clothes on. You and I need to have a little chat."

I paused for a moment and then turned around and headed back to the stairs. I grabbed my duffel bag and hurried up to Jason's room. My curiousity was peaked and my mind was going a mile a minute. I quickly pulled on a sweater and a pair of jeans and hurried down the stairs. I stumbled as my foot missed a stair but managed to catch myself before taking another dive down those stairs. As I walked into the kitchen, Mr. Rawlings pulled out a chair and indicated that he wanted me to sit there. He had a drink in his hand and the Star Phoenix spread out on the table. He closed the paper as I sat down and looked at me. I cast my gaze downward sheepishly. I recognized the look that Mr. Rawlings was giving me. My father had given me the same look everytime I had messed up at home.

"Taylor," Mr. Rawlings began in a calm and restrained voice, "I don't mind you having sex with Jason in my house, in fact I encourage it because it is a safe place where you can be alone. However, I don't want Jason skipping school so that he can be with you. I received a phone call from the school tonight, saying that Jason had missed one or more classes today. And what do I find? I find you traipsing about the house in your underwear. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I sat in the chair motionless as relief flowed through my body. I paused for a second so that I could give Mr. Rawlings the full story. "Jason wasn't skipping school to have sex with me. He called me this morning because he has the flu and wouldn't be able to go out this evening. I came over after I finished my lab to see how he was doing. I found him laying curled up at the bottom of the stairs so I took him upstairs. He asked me to hold him in bed and I, uh, I crawled into bed with him. He slept in my arms for a little bit before he vomited all over my clothes. I put them in the washer and then had a shower before I crawled into bed with him again. I was just trying to help.

"Oh Taylor, I'm so sorry. I didn't know Jason wasn't feeling well. He should've called me at the office to let me know. You are so good to him, I should have known better than to jump to hasty conclusions. Is he up in his room right now?"

I nodded my head and kept looking in my lap.

"I'm just going to go look in on him. Why don't you stay here and we'll have supper together."

"Um, actually, I came downstairs to make Jason a mug of Neo Citrin."

"Okay, you just sit there. I'll make Jason some Neo Citrin, and take it up to him."

"Okay."

I sat quietly in the chair catching glimpses of Mr. Rawlings move around the kitchen out of the corner of my eye. I began to wonder if Mr. Rawlings really liked me or if was just a big act for the benefit of his son.

I sat in the quiet kitchen, drowning in self pity. The faint hum of the refridgerator was the only sound. I picked at a fuzz ball on my sweater and glanced into the living room. A glimmer of light caught my eye and I walked into the living room to take a look.

Sitting on the mantle piece was a picture of Jason and a women who I did not recognize. Carefully, I took the picture off the mantle and took a closer look. I hadn't noticed the picture before. The women was younger looking and looked very similar to Jason. I realized that I was looking at a picture of Jason's mother.

"That's a picture of Jason's mother taken a year before she died."

I whirled around and found Mr. Rawlings standing at the edge of the living room looking in. He walked into the living room and stood beside me looking at the picture.

"She hated having her picture taken and always tried to hide when the camera came out. I had to force her to pose for the photographer, but in the end she was happy with the picture."

I carefully put the picture back on the mantle and stood quietly as Mr Rawlings continued to talk.

"When she died I had to put the picture away because Jason would start crying everytime he saw it. I have to admit that seeing the picture also brought me pain."

Mr. Rawlings paused his story as he finished the rest of his drink. He walked back to the kitchen with me in tow and reached into the the cupboard. He began mixing himself a gin and tonic as he continued his tale.

"After Christmas, while we were puting the decorations away, Jason asked what had happened to the picture. So we spent the better part of the afternoon going through boxes filled with my wife's old stuff looking for it. I guess Jason felt that it was time to move on."

Mr Rawlings handed me a gin and tonic and we made our way back to the living room. Mr Rawlings turned to look at me as he sat down, his face impassive.

"Taylor, I'm so glad that you and Jason have found each other. Originally I was worried that the age difference between you might be too much, or that you were only in this relationship to take advantage of Jason. I see you two together and it reminds me of Helen and me when we were your age. So madly in love. Although, I must say, you and Jason have much nastier fights."

Mr. Rawlings grinned as he punched me playfully in the knee. I smilled back and took a sip of the drink trying desperately to think of something to say. "I do love Jason, Mr. Rawlings, I do."

There was a lull in the conversation until Mr. Rawlings turned to me and asked what kind of pizza I liked. He ordered the pizza and we spent the rest of the evening eating pizza, talking and watching TV. We would occasionally check in on Jason, making sure that he was still in bed and that he was all right.

After the CTV latenight news was over, Mr. Rawlings took a look outside at the raging snowstorm and told me that I had better spend the night. He asked if I wanted to stay in a spare bedroom, or if I wanted to sleep with Jason.

"I'll stay with Jason. I figure if I'm gonna catch the flu I'll have already caught it by spending time in bed with him this afternoon."

"Okay, have a good night."

I followed Mr. Rawlings up to the second level and walked to Jason's room. I could hear his ragged breathing coming from under the blankets on the bed. I quickly slipped out of my clothes in the dark room and slid a leg under the blanket. The bed was a little chilly. I quickly got the rest of my body under the covers and eased my way over to Jason. He was still cool to the touch and I carefully wrapped him in my arms, trying not to wake him. I was unsuccessful.

"Taylor?" he mumbled as his eyes opened a crack.

"Shhhh."

He moaned quietly and made himself comfortable in my arms. I lay in bed quietly just watching my sleeping angel breathe. I closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.

CHAPTER 19

I awoke the next morning with an armful of a Jason. He was grinding his hard cock against my thigh. I popped an eye open and looked into the eyes of a smiling Jason.

"Morning, sleepy head."

"Morning, yourself. Just out of curiousity, do you always hump sleeping people in your bed?"

"Only people I like." Jason moved to give me a kiss and as he drew near I quickly moved my head away. "Don't I get a kiss?"

"After you've brushed your teeth. If you kissed me with that mouth I'd likely vomit down your throat."

Jason cupped a hand to his mouth to check his breath. He wrinkled his nose after he got a hint of the noxious fumes escaping from his mouth. "God, what crawled into my mouth and died?"

I giggled at Jason's disgust, and pulled him tighter against my body. "I don't know what crawled in there and died. I do know that you spit him out all over my sweater and my jeans."

"Ewwwwww!"

"Yeah, ewwwwwwwww," I said mocking Jason, "It was gross. Some Valentine's day gift."

"Mmmmm, well, how about I make it up to you by giving you something soft and warm today as a late Valentine's day gift?

"Not until you've brushed your teeth. Honestly, your breath is nasty enough to kill."

Jason swatted my butt playfully and crawled out of bed. "Okay, I'll brush my teeth, you get naked."

"Sounds fair. But I think I should brush my teeth too. Morning breath, and all that dontcha know."

We raced down the hallway to the bathroom, where we stood side by side brushing our teeth. It was a bit of a race, but I decided I should let Jason win, seeing as he still had on three layers of bedclothes. I slowly walked back down the hallway to Jason's room and pushed the door closed behind me and locked it. Jason was standing in the middle of the room still fully dressed. He smiled at me and asked playfully, "Aren't you going to open your Valentine's day gift?"

I strode over to Jason and kissed him passionately. I slowly began undressing him, removing his robe and his top while he stood compleely motionless, lost in the kiss. I pulled his warm body against mine and had an evil thought. I broke the kiss off and gently grabbed the waist band of his underwear and pulled. Jason eyes grew wide as I gave him an enormous wedgie lifting him off the ground. I set him down and ran over to the bed. Jason stood in the middle of the room, trying to pull his underwear out of the crack of his ass, and to give his cock a little space. I crawled under the covers and laughed.

"I'm gonna get you for that, fur ball," Jason said as he shucked the rest of his clothes. He bounded over to the bed and we began play wrestling. Jason very quickly managed to get me flat on my back with him seated upon my chest."

"Do you give up?" Jason asked, his cock only inches away from my waiting lips.

"I do. Please have mercy on me." I giggled.

Jason turned around on my chest and allowed me to take his cock into my mouth. I slowly began sucking on my toy, eager to get some result. I felt Jason reach into my underwear and pull out my rock hard cock. He slowly began licking it from the base to the tip. I moaned quietly and started to roll onto my side. Jason quickly realized what I was doing and rolled with me. We continued sucking on each other's rock hard cocks. Eventually I began feeling the inevitable buildup of pressure in my nuts which signified an impending blast of hot seed. Jason began thrusting frantically and with one final shuddering thrust shot his warm semen into my mouth. My face scrunched up in disgust as the hot cum came streaming into my mouth. I quickly swallowed Jason's load and looked at Jason. His face was scrunched up in a fashion similar to my own.

"Evidently cum and toothpaste don't mix," I said as I tried to not to gag.

"I don't think so. I have to get a drink or I'm going to be sick." Jason grabbed his robe and pulled it tightly across his beautiful body. I sat on the bed thinking about anything that would prevent me from throwing up. I sat silently with my eyes closed until I heard the door get pushed open. Jason walked in carrying a two large glasses of water. He handed me one and sat down beside me.

We sat quietly looking into the glasses when we didn't have them raised to our faces. Jason turned to me and placed his hand on my thigh.

"Taylor, I want to thank..."

"Shhhh. You've visited me in the hospital more times than I'd care to imagine. It was my pleasure to take care of you. I should've come over sooner though. I don't know how long you'd been lying at the foot of the steps."

"It's okay. I'm just happy that you were here. I'm sorry I ruined Valentine's day though."

"Mmmm, you didn't ruin Valentine's day. You made it special. I really enjoyed holding you in my arms. Although, next time I think we'll try and get your head into the bucket a bit faster."

"Would you like to hold me in your arms again? I'm feeling a bit sleepy."

"I'd love too."

Jason gently pulled me off the bed and wrapped his arms around my back. I closed my eyes just enjoying the feeling, when Jason grabbed the back of my underwear and pulled it skyward. "Wedgie!"

My eyes snapped open and I took a deep breath in. I tightened my grip on a now strugling Jason and began tickling him mercilessly. Jason slid to the ground and rolled away as I pulled my underwear off. I looked down at my love and walked back to the bed. I slid under the covers and tried to warm the cool sheets up. Jason walked over to the bed with an exagerated frown on his face. "Are you angry at me?"

I smiled back at Jason and reached under his robe. I gently gave his soft cock a few strokes and then released it as it began to harden.

"I'm not angry at you babe. I could never be really angry at you."

"Good. Now scoot over so I can get in."

Jason slid into the bed and wiggled close to me. I held my arms out and Jason crawled into them. I caressed Jason's warm smooth body holding him next to me. I could feel his warm breath as it hit my chest and could hear his heart beat in his chest. I closed my eyes and drifted back into dreamland.

I awoke a few hours later and looked at my sleeping lover's body. The slow steady cadence of his breathing and the warmth of his naked body were comforting. I gently pulled some hair out of his eyes and began caressing his face. Jason moaned once and then opened his eyes slowly.

"Mmmmm. Morning," Jason said as he wiggled a bit to get comfortable in the bed.

"Morning yourself, sexy," I replied with a smile as I loosened my hold on Jason, "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm not going to be running a marathon today and I still don't feel like eating anything. I'm not freezing though."

"Well that's a good start. Another day in bed will do you good."

"Are you, um..."

"Am I, um what?"

"Will you stay in bed with me?"

"As long as you want me to."

Jason squirmed in my grasp and wiggled so that he was looking into my eyes. He leaned towards me and we gently kissed. Jason broke off the kiss and rolled away from me so that he lay on his back. A sigh escaped his lips as he smiled.

"What?"

"You're a good kisser."

"So are you."

Jason turned his head and looked at me. "No, I really mean it. Whenever you kiss me it's like, I don't know, it's so hard to describe. It feels like you are crawling inside and warming me from the inside. It's not like some people describe with sparks or anything like that, it's just..."

I interrupted Jason by putting a finger to his lips. "Shhh, I know what you mean. I feel the same way."

Jason smiled and rolled back into my arms. "So what do you want to do all day?"

"I don't know. We could warm each other all day..."

"No, not today anyway. As much as I'd like to I don't want to make you sick."

"Mmmm, okay, but you know I would gladly risk getting sick if I could kiss you all day."

"You're so sweet, I could almost throw up," Jason said with a laugh as he brought his nose to mine.

"If you're gonna throw up use the bucket," I shot back with a grin.

"Oh you sweet talker you. I've got an idea."

"What's that?"

"How about you and I lie down on the chesterfield together and watch the Star Wars Trilogy."

"Mmmm, that'll kill a good six hours. Sounds great."

Jason and I lay in bed together for what seemed to be eons just looking at each other, absorbing each other's essence, our very beings. We were brought back to reality by the loud rumbling of my stomach. Jason laughed and patted my empty belly.

"Hungry?"

"A little."

"Well, you go grab something to eat and I'll go warm up the chesterfield."

"Mmmm, okay. Did you want some chicken noodle soup or something?"

"Actually, some chicken noodle soup sounds good. Would you?"

"It would be my pleasure. I'll be right back."

I rolled out of the warm bed and slowly climbed into my jeans and t-shirt. The house was fairly warm but it was still cooler than the bed. I walked to the door and walked carefully down the stairs to the main level determined not to have a repeat fall down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and found Mr. Rawlings drinking a cup of coffee and eating a plate of bacon and eggs.

"Morning Taylor. How's Jason feeling?"

"He's feeling a lot better. He's still tired, but he's no longer cold."

"Is he hungry? I could make you guys some bacon and eggs."

"Well, he sent me down for some chicken noodle soup, I don't know if he's up for eggs and bacon yet."

"You're spoiling him, Taylor," Mr. Rawlings said with a laugh. "The soup is in the pantry and the pan should be in the cupboard to the left of the oven."

I retrieved the sauce pan and the package of powdered chicken noodle soup mix and went to work making Jason and myself some soup. It didn't take long for the water to boil and the soup to cook, but the little time it did take I spent in conversation with Mr. Rawlings. He said that he had to go into the office for a few hours, but that he'd bring home some supper for the three of us.

I ladled the soup into a couple of bowls and began opening cupboards looking for a container to hold the excess. Mr. Rawling's quickly directed me to the cupboard with the Tupperware containers and I poured the remaining soup into a small container and tossed it into the fridge. I put the sauce pan into the sink and began running the water to wash the sauce pan and the few dishes that were in the sink. Mr. Rawlings told me to leave the dishes to him and to take the soup to Jason before it cooled. I asked if he was sure and with his assurance that it was all right I grabbed both bowls and a couple of spoons and made my way back up to the bedroom.

I found Jason lying on the chesterfield in his room watching Much Music. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he quickly sat up and pulled back the covers so that I could crawl under the blankets with him. I put the two bowls down on an end table and quickly shucked my clothes. I sat down beside Jason and pulled the blanket over my bare legs. Jason passed me a bowl of soup and we ate in silence, watching the top three videos on the countdown.

When the number one video finished, I reached for Jason's now empty bowl so that I could take it back downstairs. Jason frowned at me and took my bowl and put it with his on the table. "We can take them downstairs later. I want to cuddle now."

"Sounds good to me."

I lied down on the chesterfield and Jason lied down in front of me, his head just under my chin. I draped my free arm over his chest and placed my hand on his now full belly, gently rubbing and massaging it. Jason moaned quietly and placed his hand on top of mine. He pushed his other hand out from underneath the quilt and started the movie. The exposed hand quickly disappeared under the blanket and the movie began.

We lay in this position for all three movies only moving to change the movie and to make quick bathroom breaks. By the end of Return of the Jedi, my eyes were growing heavy. Jason's breathing had slowed and I thought that he had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and joined him in dreamland.

We were both rudely awakened by Jason's father as he turned the light on in the room. Jason pulled the blanket over his head in an attempt to shield his eyes from the intrusive light. Jason's dad flipped off the light and laughed.

"Dad, did you have to turn on the light?"

"I figured that was the best way of waking you two sleeping beauties. You boys up for some chinese food? I've got sweet and sour chicken balls, deluxe fried rice, a couple of pork dishes, a half dozen egg rolls, and some won-ton soup waiting downstairs on the table."

"Mmmmmm, won ton soup. My favourite. We'll be right down, dad," Jason said as he patted my hand under the blanket. We just have to get dressed."

"Okay, well you better hurry. You don't want it to get cold."

Mr. Rawlings pulled the door closed and walked back downstairs, leaving Jason and I alone. Jason sat up on the edge of the couch and pulled the blanket back exposing our bodies to the cool air. We quickly dressed and walked downstairs where we found a veritable feast awaiting us. Jason and I quickly filled our plates and began inhaling the food. What little conversation there was at the dinner table was light and mostly concentrated on the upcoming ski trip. It was only a week away and both Jason and his dad were getting excited about heading to British Columbia and tearing up the mountains. I was more nervous than excited. I had never been downhill skiing, a fact that I casually mentioned during a lull in the conversation.

"Don't worry, babe," Jason said with a smile. "We'll get you some lessons so that you don't kill anyone."

"You'll be tearing up the slopes in no time," Mr. Rawlings added with a grin.

I smiled at the two Rawlings men and realized something. I was eating supper with the two most important men in my life. My love, and the man that was now my only father figure. I looked down at my plate and picked at my remaining food. I realized that it had gotten very quiet in the dining room and looked up to see Jason and his dad exchanging glances. I quickly tried to divert attention from myself by starting a conversation about the Huskie hockey teams that were destroying their opposition in the Canada West Conference.

When we had finished our meal, I gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher while Jason and his dad put the left overs in the fridge. I popped into the washroom to wash my hands and when I was finished I walked into the kitchen where I surprised Jason and his dad who were in the midst of a hushed conversation. Mr. Rawlings tried to cover by asking the two of us what we had planned.

"Nothing that I know of," I replied cautiously. I didn't know what was going on and it was beginning to concern me. Was Mr. Rawlings mad at me for some reason? I wanted to know what they had been talking about but I didn't have the courage to ask.

"Probably just some more TV," Jason said with a forced grin, "I'm still a little tired."

"How about I go rent us some movies," Mr Rawlings asked.

Jason looked at me for a second and then told his dad that movies sounded great. Jason told his dad what he wanted to see and then dragged me up the stairs to his room.

Jason pushed the door closed and looked at me for a second with probing eyes. I looked at the ground to avoid his gaze.

"What?" I asked quietly.

"Taylor, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean. Tonight at supper, your mood changed so suddenly. Don't you want to go on the trip."

"No, I do. It sounds like fun. It's just something that I have to work out on my own."

"You don't have to work it out on your own. I'm here. I can help. Did you want to break up or something."

"No, oh God no, Jason, I love you so much," I said as tears began forming in my eyes. I paused for one terrifying moment as a thought roared into my mind. "Does your dad want you to break up with me?"

Taylor quickly wrapped his arms around me. "Taylor, no, baby no, no, no. Oh Taylor, what gave you that idea."

I just shook my head and pushed away from Jason gently. "Jason, I need to go, I need to go figure some stuff out. I, I..."

"Taylor, I want you to stay. What's wrong, what's going on?"

"I, I can't..."

"Yes, you can, Taylor come on, what's wrong?

The floodgates opened and I began crying in Jason's arms. "Oh God, I don't want to, they've hurt me so much, but I still love them. Why won't they call? Why?"

"Shhh, who won't call Taylor."

"My, my parents."

"Oh baby, shhhhh. It's okay. It's okay," Jason kept repeating as he rocked me back and forth holding my head to his chest. "Taylor, why don't you call them. I bet they miss you more than you miss them. They are just being as stubborn as you are. Come on. You can use my phone and I'll leave so you can talk to them in private."

"No, if I'm gonna call I want you here Jason. I want you here with me."

"Okay, I'll stay. Let's give them a call."

Jason took my hand and walked with me to his phone. He picked up the receiver and I slowly punched in the number for the farm and my calling card number. The detached recording that the number that I had dialed was no longer in service began playing and I frowned. I knew I entered the number right. I entered the number again and once again received the message that the number was not in service. I thought for a moment and the entered the number for our next door neighbours. I thought that maybe my parents had stopped paying the phone bill again, they had done that before. The phone rang twice before it was answered.

"Hello."

"Hi, Mrs. Schmidt, it's Taylor Matheson calling."

"Oh, Taylor. How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Look, I can't seem to get a hold of my parents. Could you..."

"Didn't they tell you Taylor?"

"Tell me what?"

"Taylor, they moved to Ontario last week. They put the farm up for sale right after Christmas, and sold it to the Fenster's.

"Do, do you have a forwarding address?"

"No, I'm sorry I don't Taylor. Don't worry though. I'm sure they will tell you their new address the next time they call. Is it an emergency?"

"No, um, no it's not, thanks Mrs. Schmidt, you've been a big help."

I hung up the phone and just looked at the floor. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. My parents had always threatened to move and not tell me where they were going whenever they wanted me to do something that I did not want to do, but I never thought they would actually do it. Jason sat looking at me, waiting for me to break the silence. I stood up and walked over to my duffel bag which was lying beside the bed. I wanted to be alone. I didn't want Jason to see me like this. I felt so useless, a burden to everyone I knew. I slowly started packing my things trying desperately not to cry. Jason stood and walked over to me. He took the duffel bag out of my hand and wrapped his arms around me. I could no longer hold back the emotions and I began sobbing. Jason pulled my head to his chest and led me back to the bed. I cried myself to sleep that night, with Jason holding tight. We never did watch those movies with Jason's dad.

CHAPTER 20

"Would you like some roasted nuts?" The flight attendent asked with a fake smile as she looked at Jason and I.

"No thanks," I replied.

"And you sir?"

"Umm, sure. Why not?"

The flight attendent handed Jason his free package of nuts and continued down the aisle of the plane distributing nuts to all that wanted them. I returned my attention to my book while Jason looked out the window at the snow covered prairie landscape. I felt Jason place his hand on my knee, and I returned the gesture by taking his hand. Jason leaned over and gave me a small peck on the cheek before returning continuing to look out the window. I stopped reading for a moment and just looked at Jason. He glanced over at me and I closed my book.

"Excited?" Jason asked as he fidgited in his seat.

"A little. More about meeting your uncle and his family than anything else though."

"You'll like them trust me. Uncle Bob is a cool guy, and you'll love Jacob. He's really cool.

"He's what, 14, right?"

"Mmm hmmm. Don't worry, just relax. He said he's anxious to meet you."

"I know, I know. You told me. That still doesn't make me less nervous."

"Anyone ever tell you, you're cute when you're nervous?"

"Just you, but you're the only one that matters."

Jason smiled at me and looked back out the window. I relaxed in my seat and closed my eyes. It had been a long week. I was still depressed over what basically amounts to my parents' abandonement of me, but Jason had come to see me every day just to make sure I was okay. I knew I couldn't pull this stake of betrayal out of my heart, but I had to try. I had to make an effort, if only so that I wouldn't let Jason down.

Jennifer had been right about the pictures. Jason was thrilled with the prints that Dan had made for me, including the naughtier ones Dan had talked me into. He had put his favourite print into the silver frame I had gotten him for Valentine's Day. Jason's gift to me was a beautiful gold chain and he took great delight in putting it around my neck.

Jason had finally shaken off the lingering effects of the flu on Wednesday and had come over to the dorm to celebrate. Strangely, my heart wasn't into it, and I found I had to concentrate on staying hard. I don't think Jason noticed but I couldn't tell. He spent the night nestled in my arms, leaving very early the next morning so he could shower and get ready for school at home.

I hoped I could make Jason happy this week. I didn't want to disappoint him.

As the plane began it's descent into Whistler, Jason squeezed my knee to awaken me.

"Is your seat belt on?" Jason asked quietly as he adjusted his belt.

"Mmmm hmmm."

"You still nervous?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"Do you want to hold my hand?"

I nodded as an answer. Jason took my hand into his and held onto it. I wasn't scared about the landing, I loved flying, but meeting more of his relatives positively terrified me. Jason leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek as the plane banked onto final approach and the landing gear deployed. The graceful aluminum bird glided down the approach path and met the runway gently. The engines whined as they reversed thrust, slowing the plane down.

We deplaned on the tarmac and walked the 200 feet to the Terminal building where we could see people waiting inside. I clung to Jason's hand as we met up with Mr. Rawlings and made our way into the building.

"Jason!!!"

I looked towards the voice and saw a cute young boy running towards Jason and myself. I released my grip on Jason's hand just in time for him to catch his cousin.

"A little hyper, Jacob?"

"Well, it took forever for you to get here. We've been skiing already!"

"I had school on Friday and I had to go. So how is the powder?"

"It's great. Will you go snowboarding with me this week? Please, please?

"Jacob, settle down," a large imposing man who I assumed must be Uncle Bob said as he sauntered over, "They haven't even picked up their luggage yet."

"Yes, dad."

"You must be Taylor," Bob said as he reached out with his hand, "I'm Jason's Uncle Robert, but you can call me Bob. We've heard a lot about you."

"Pleased to meet you," I replied as I returned the handshake.

"And this ball of energy is my son Jacob."

"Hi, Jacob," I said as I extended my hand in greeting.

"You're Jason's boyfriend?"

"Uh, yeah."

"But you're so old!"

"Jacob!" Uncle Bob said in shock.

"Um, pleased to meet you," Jacob said as he shook my hand.

"Boys go get your luggage," Mr. Rawlings said as he walked up to the group and shook Uncle Bob's hand.

Jason and I walked over to the luggage return and quickly retrieved our suitcases. Jason had a big smile on his face as he continued looking over at me.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing, nothing at all. Oldtimer!" Jason said as he darted back towards his dad.

I smiled and shook my head as I slowly walked back to where everyone was waiting. "Sorry I took so long," I said coyly as the group began to make it's way to the parking lot, "It's these old bones of mine, not used to all this activity."

Jason burst out laughing and grabbed my hand. "Come on, oldtimer. Don't want you to go senile before we get to the car."

Jacob just looked at us as if we had gone mental, as Jason and I walked hand in hand to the waiting vehicle. Jason and Jacob talked about the ski conditions, and which runs were open and which runs were closed. I just listened as the two cousins chattered away a mile a minute.

"Oh, Jason. Mom and Dad said that I could stay with you and Taylor in the 2 bedroom cabin if it was okay with you guys."

"Um, I don't have a problem with that, do you babe?" Jason asked as he looked over at me.

"Doesn't matter to me."

"Cool. I brought my Play Station so we can play games all night long."

"And just when are we going to sleep?" Jason asked slyly.

"Well, yeah, I guess we'll have to sleep sometime if we want to ski in the mornings." Jacob replied sheepishly as he looked towards the ground.

The ride to the cabins where we were going to be staying took almost twenty minutes. Although the roads were in relatively good shape, the four wheel drive capabilities of the Blazer came in handy. Jason and Jacob kept talking about skiing and what they had been doing in school. I stayed quiet as they talked, choosing instead to stare out the windows at the glorious mountain scenes around us. I had never seen the mountains before. Having been born and raised on the prairies, all I had seen were big hills and flat grasslands and fields.

The Blazer came to a stop in front of a cabin and Uncle Bob told us to hop out. Jason and I grabbed our bags and carefully made our way up the snow covered path to the front door of our home for the next week. Jacob had leapt from the vehicle and was waiting for us at the door with a key in hand.

"Check this out, Jason."

Jacob pushed open the door and ushered Jason into the cabin. I followed just a few steps behind. The cabin was just a three room affair, with the two bedrooms, and the bathroom opening directly off the main room. It's most surprising feature, though, was a hot tub inside the cabin, against the back wall.

Jason dropped his stuff by the door, and quickly shucked his shoes, as his cousin dragged him around, showing him every nook and cranny. I removed my boots and picked up Jason's stuff. I went over to the room which Jacob had informed Jason he could have, and put the bags in the room before going over to the couch and taking a seat.

"Come on, old man," Jason said with a chuckle as he walked back into the living area after his forced tour of the cabin, "We're supposed to go meet Dad, Uncle Bob, and Auntie Judy for supper."

"Old man, huh?" I said as I grabbed Jason's arm and pulled him into my lap. "I'll show you who is an old man." I said as I began tickling Jason. Jason struggled to get free of my grip, eventually rolling onto the floor.

"Okay, okay, you're not old. I give up," Jason said as he caught his breath. I reached down and helped him onto the couch. Jason smiled at me and we began kissing passionately."

We broke apart when Jacob cleared his throat. "Come on Jason, we have to get going."

We made our way over to the cabin where the adults were staying and from there went on to the restaurant where we grabbed a quick supper. Jacob kept asking Jason about grade 12 and about Saskatoon. Although Jason did his best to try to introduce me into the conversation, Jacob plainly had no interest in talking to me.Ê And so I sat listening to their chatter. After supper, Jason, Mr. Rawlings, and I went to the rental place and picked up our lift tickets, skis, poles, and boots for the week. The guy who gave me my skis told me to come back later in the week if I wanted a bigger pair of skis.

After putting our equipment away for the night, Jason and Jacob began playing a game on the Play Station, while I sat on the couch watching and reading my book. Jason asked several times if I wanted to play but each time I politely declined and returned to my book.

At about 10 pm, I decided that I'd like to give the hot tub a try, so I went to the bedroom and grabbed my swim suit. I quickly changed, walked over to the tub, and took off the cover. I dipped my hand into the hot water, and looked around for the controls for the jets. Quickly finding them, I turned the jets on and slipped into the relaxing water.

I closed my eyes and soaked in the warmth and comfort of the surging waters for almost 30 minutes, just listening to the hypnotic sounds of the jets humming, before I heard someone else slip into the water. I felt the small waves created by his movement as Jason sat down beside me and placed his hand on my thigh.

"Having a good time?"

"Mmmmm."

"I take it that's a yes."

"Mmmmm."

"Talkative tonight, aren't we?"

"Mmmmm."

I placed my hand on Jason's thigh and was just about to kiss him when a wave of water hit us both in the face.

"Gotya!" Jacob yelled as he continued to splash us.

I put my hands in front of my face to deflect as much of the water as I could while Jason reached for Jacob and grabbed his Speedo clad body. The two cousins continued splashing each other and I decided to beat a hasty retreat before they turned on me. I had spent enough time in the hot water anyway. I climbed out of the tub and told Jason I was heading to bed. I don't think he heard me over Jacob's squeals but I figured he'd know where I was.

I went to the bathroom and showered away the chlorine from the hot tub and then quickly dried on one of the many bath sheets that were provided. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to our room, where I put on a pair of boxer's to sleep in. I crawled into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke the next morning to find Jason holding me tightly. He was still asleep, but he had the makings of an erection hidden in his shorts. I gently massaged the bulge in his underwear, until he had a full blown erection. I gently started jerking his penis, driving him closer and closer to the edge until he unconsciously thrust his hips and spewed his sperm into his underwear. I released his softening member and was about to go back to sleep myself when I heard Jason ask if I always masturbate people who sleep with me.

"Only people I love." I replied and placed a kiss on the tip of Jason's cold nose.

Jason moved closer to me and we reveled in the warmth of each other's bodies. It was so peaceful, so relaxing, until Jacob threw open the door and turned on the light to wake us up. I just groaned and pulled the blanket over my head to block the light from my eyes while Jason yelled at Jacob to turn off the light and shut the door. I saw the room go dark and heard the door shut as Jacob complied with Jason's orders. I pulled the blanket from my head and told Jason that we should probably get up so he could teach me how to ski.

Jason just groaned and rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of underwear and his shaving kit from his bag. "I'm gonna go have a shower. Care to join me?"

"No thanks. I had one last night, and I don't have cum all over my body."

"Jerk," Jason said playfully as he opened the door, "I'll get you tomorrow."

"Promises, promises," I said as I rolled in the bed to make myself more comfortable. I quickly fell asleep but was just as quickly awakened by Jason when he came back from the shower.

"Come on lazy. Time to go learn to ski."

I opened my eyes and looked over at my naked little angel standing with a towel in his hand. "You look good enough to eat."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, hairball. Get your lazy butt out of bed."

I rolled out of the bed and began dressing for the day of skiing. Jason had emphasized the importance of layers to me when I had gone shopping for some long underwear. I pulled on two layers of undergarments and a sweat suit before following Jason into the living room where Jacob was sitting.

"Hey guys, I thought you would never be ready. Ready to hit those black diamond runs?" Jacob said as we entered the room.

"Actually Jacob, I've got to teach Taylor how to ski before we do the black diamonds. We're just going to stick to the easy runs today, you know, to get the feel of it. You're welcome to come with us, but you'd probably have more fun with your dad and my dad."

"Oh, uh," Jacob began as he glared at me, "I'll come with you guys. I could use a little practice I guess."

"Cool," Jason said as he nodded his head. We quickly got our coats and windpants on before donning our heavy ski boots and heading outside. Our skis sat waiting for us in the rack where we had left them, and it took me a few seconds to get mine on properly, while Jacob and Jason were in their skis in no time flat.

When we were all ready to go we skied over to the chair lift. Jason gave me a quick lesson on how to get onto the chair lift and then the three of us were off. On the way up the lift Jason gave me some quick pointers on how to do the snowplow and assorted others tidbits of information. Jacob added some thoughts on skiing and then he and Jason joked about their last trip to the mountains.

The first run we went on was an easy run for beginners and Jason and Jacob were having few problems. I, on the other hand, was getting a lot of practice in the art of getting up after I fell. Jason had me ski down to him and then he gave me a few more quick tips. We continued this slow learning pace for the remainder of the morning. I could tell Jacob was getting impatient with me. He was ready to hit the big hills and I was keeping them on the bunny slopes. On the final run of the morning, Jacob finally had enough and told us he was going to ski with the adults for the day. He turned and blew past me down the hill.

"Um, Jason, if you want you could go join Jacob and I'll practice what you taught me by myself after lunch."

"I don't think so. I'd be too worried that you would hit a tree and that you'd be lying in the snow for hours that I couldn't enjoy myself. Besides, this'll give Jacob a chance to hang out with my dad."

"You sure?"

"Positive. Now less talk. Concentrate on your skiing."

"Right."

Once at the bottom, Jason and I grabbed a quick bite to eat at the resort cafe, before we headed back up the mountain to ski. Jason spent the rest of the afternoon trying his hardest to get me to ski, but by the end of the afternoon he was becoming exasperated with me and I was so frustrated that we skied back to the cabins seperately. I was actually kind of happy with my skiing. I figured I had learned a lot and now that Jason wasn't around I was doing okay. Then I hit a little bump and fell.

I lied back in the snow and shook my head before I slowly sat up.I carefully got back up on my skis and was rewarded with a twinge of pain in my knee. I grimaced slightly and carefully made my way down the remainder of the hill. Jason had already removed his skis and gone into the cabin when I arrived. I slowly pulled my skis off and put them in the rack then walked into the cabin.

Jason was sitting in the hot tub looking at the door and scowling when I limped in. What had started as a twinge was now intense discomfort. I undid the releases on my ski boot and stepped out of the hard plastic. I limped over to the bedroom and closed the door behind me as I slowly undressed. I had just gotten down to my t-shirt and briefs when there was a soft knock at the door.

"What?"

Jason pushed the door open and looked at my leg from the doorway. "What happened?"

"I fell and hurt my knee. It's nothing serious."

"Sit for a second so I can look at it." I sat down on the bed and let Jason take a look at my injured leg. He carefully poked and prodded it. "Come on. Get your swim suit on and we'll sit in the hot tub. Maybe that'll make it feel better."

I slowly crawled into my still damp swimsuit before joining Jason in the hot tub. Jason had me sit in the tub in such a way that my sore knee was resting on his lap so he could massage it. After a little bit the knee was feeling pretty good. The hot water and the massage had done the trick.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you, Taylor. It's not your fault. You're trying your best."

"It's okay. I'm kind of a klutz. You should ditch me and go skiing with Jacob tomorrow. You'd enjoy it more."

"No I wouldn't. I'd spend the day thinking about you. Besides you came to ski and you will ski."

Jason slowly shifted my legs out of his lap and let them drop to the floor of the hot tub. "I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get out before I turn into a lobster."

"Sounds like a good idea to me." I slowly put some weight on my legs and didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. I put my full weight on my legs and still didn't feel any discomfort as I stepped out of the hot tub and slowly dried off. I let Jason go shower first while I lied down on the bed waiting for him to finish. I closed my eyes and started fantasizing about kissing Jason and gently squeezing his butt cheeks in my hand. My cock began lengthening and hardening as my fantasies became more and more detailed. I felt a gentle tongue flick on the head of my now fully erect cock and my eyes snapped open. Jason quickly engulfed my manhood swallowing it all the way down to the root. I moaned loudly and spread my legs to give Jason better access.

Jason went to work on my balls and my cock. He knew all the right buttons to push. I was nearing a roaring climax and Jason knew it as he attacked the head of my cock with gusto. I thrust my hip twice and blew a load of my hot cum down his throat. Jason kept suckling his favourite plaything, trying to draw as much of the warm seed out of my softening member as possible. Gently, he let my cock slide from his mouth before he lied down on the bed next to me and kissed me on the forehead.

"Was it good for you?" He asked coyly as he snuggled up against me.

"Oh yeah, baby. The best."

"Good to hear that I'm not losing my edge," Jason said with a grin, "We're going to have to practice something else tonight."

"Mmmmm, I'm up for that, but won't Jacob hear us?"

"Not if we're quiet."

"So when he hears you scream out in ecstasy what do you think he will do?"

"I can be quiet when I'm cuming."

"Sure you can, and I'm a member of the Canadian Olympic Ski team."

Jason slapped my belly playfully before telling me to hit the showers. I slipped a pair of boxers on and walked over to the bathroom. I opened the door and locked it behind me. I wasn't in the mood for a long shower so I just hopped into the shower enclosure and turned on the water. It didn't take me long to wash my hair and the more useful parts of my anatomy. I hopped out of the shower and quickly dried off on one of the enormous bath sheets. I slipped back into my boxers and walked back into the living room. Jason had dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater and was plopped down in front of the TV watching Much Music. I walked up behind him and kissed his cheek. Jason turned his head and we kissed again. I slowly broke off the kiss and walked back to the bedroom to put on some clothes.

After I got dressed, I walked back into the living room and sat with Jason on the couch. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and gently pulled him closer. We sat together on the couch just enjoying the warmth of each others bodies when the cabin door blew open and a snow covered Jacob ran in.

"Hey, my parents said I can go night skiing if you guys want to go. It's going to be so cool! You guys want to go right?"

I sat quietly on the chesterfield letting Jason answer this one. I wasn't up for skiing tonight, but I thought that Jason might want to go out with his cousin for a while.

"Actually we'll have to pass tonight Jacob. Taylor hurt his knee earlier and we are just going to relax tonight."

Jacob's elation quickly vanished and he stormed into his bedroom. I looked at Jason for a second. I was kinda surprised that he didn't get up and try to talk to his younger cousin.

"Aren't you going to go talk to him?"

"He'll get over it. Why don't you whisper sweet nothings into my ear until supper."

I sat cuddling with Jason on the chesterfield 'til supper. We heard Jacob have his shower but he didn't come and talk with us before supper. He didn't want to have anything to do with Jason or I. After supper Jason and I went into town and looked around. I was kinda worried that Jacob might be really upset, but Jason assured me that he was a big boy and that he'd get over it. By the time we got back to the cabin it was late and Jacob had already gone to bed.

"So are you up for a little practice?" Jason asked as he gracefully pulled his sweater off.

"Actually I'm a little tired. Can we put off practice until tomorrow night?"

"Umm, okay," Jason replied. He sounded disappointed but I wasn't really up for sex after the hard day of skiing. "Can we at least cuddle?"

"Mmmm, there's nothing I'd rather do than cuddle with you."

"Taylor you should be writing Hallmark cards with such deep thoughts."

"Smart ass."

We quickly undressed and slipped under the covers. Jason scooted close to me and wrapped his arms around the small of my back. I mimicked his gesture and pulled him even closer. "Good night, babe. I love you."

Jason smile's shone out in the dark room. "I know you do. I love you too."

CHAPTER 21

I awoke at 7:14 the next morning, according to the digital clock that was in the cabin, with a twinge of pain in my knee. I looked over at the sleeping form of my love and gently began untangling our bodies. I managed to get free of Jason and let him sleep some more. I grabbed the boxers that I had tossed on a chair the night before and pulled them on before I left the bedroom. I walked into the bathroom and released the pressure on my full bladder. As I stood at the toilet I thought that a dip in the hot tub might be relaxing so I let my boxers drop to the floor and grabbed my trunks off the curtain rod. I carefully pulled the boxer style trunks up and flushed the toilet. I was a little surprised when I walked back into the living room. I could hear the jets of the hot tub going already. I slowly walked over to the tub and found a very quiet Jacob sitting in the hot water with his eyes closed.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Jacob just looked at me for a second before replying. "Actually, I was just getting out."

"You sure Jacob, 'cause I'd really like to talk with you for a while," I said as I slowly dropped into the water.

"Why would I want to talk to you? You're almost ten years older than me. We have nothing in common."

"I don't know why you'd want to talk to me. I just thought you might. You know you might be surprised. We might have a lot in common."

"Like what? I don't fuck my cousin so that topic is out. Why did you even come? You can't ski. Last year Jason and I were mogulling by the end of the week. This year I doubt Jason will get to ski the black diamond runs 'cause he feels sorry for you, 'cause you can't ski."

When he had finished yelling at me Jacob hauled himself out of the hot tub and walked back to his room dripping water all over the floor. I sat in the water for a few more minutes trying to figure out what to do. I came upon a plan in a few seconds and quickly set it into action. I pulled myself out of the tub and slowly began drying myself off. I walked back into the room Jason and I were sharing and woke my prince charming with a kiss.

"Mmmm, morning," Jason mumbled as he slowly rejoined the land of the living.

"Morning yourself. I'm going to go the clinic this morning. Why don't you and Jacob go hit the big hills together."

"Your knee still sore?"

"Yeah. I think I should have it looked at before I go skiing again."

"Okay, well you and I can go to the clinic, Jacob can ski with the parents."

"I can go to the clinic myself daddy. I'm a big boy. You go ski with Jacob. I'm sure he'd like to spend some time with his cousin."

"Are you sure? It's not a problem to miss a little skiing."

"Positive. You are here to ski and I am sure that you would have more fun on the big hills with Jacob than in a clinic."

"Okay. I'll go skiing with Jacob. We'll come back here at lunch to see if you can come skiing with us in the afternoon."

"Sounds good. If I'm not here though I want you to keep skiing, Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay, I'm gonna get dressed and head out. You and Jacob have a good time."

"We will."

I quickly grabbed a couple of pairs of long johns and some warm clothes and walked over to the bathroom to get dressed. I had no intention of going to the clinic, but I knew if I told Jason where I was going he'd insist on coming with me. Jacob needed a little time alone with his cousin, and I needed to learn to ski. So it was off to the ski school for some lessons on skiing.

I quickly got dressed and went out into the living room where my ski boots and the liners were waiting for me. I pulled on the boots and walked over to the ski rack where my skis were. I quickly snapped the boots into the bindings and headed over to the ski school were I signed up for private lessons.

I spent the morning and the afternoon with Monique learning how to turn, stop, and a whole host of other tricks. She quickly built up my skills and my confidence and by the time the lifts closed for the afternoon I was skiing black diamond runs. I followed Monique back to the ski school and paid for my lessons with my Visa, making sure that I included a large tip for Monique for being such a patient teacher. I knew I wasn't one of the easiest people to teach. As I skied back to our cabin I tried to figure out how I was going to tell Jason and Jacob that I was ready to ski the big hills. When I got back I put my skis into the rack and walked into the cabin. The cleaning staff had done a great job cleaning the place up and I tried not to get too much snow on the dry floors. I shucked my boots carefully and hung the liners to make sure they would dry.

I walked over to the bedroom and pulled off all my clothes, content to toss them in a heap. I walked over to the washroom naked, and had a nice long shower. I grabbed my suit after I had finished showering and walked over to the hot tub. I pulled the cover off and turned on the jets. I had just sat down when Jason and Jacob walked into the cabin. Jacob had a big smile on his face, and Jason was laughing along. I smiled to myself and sat down in the tub. I heard Jason call first shower, and Jacob said that was okay by him, he wanted to go sit in the hot tub.

I sat quietly, enjoying the force of the water against my back. Jacob came out of the bathroom wearing his speedo's, and walked over to the tub. Jacob looked at me for a second then asked if he could join me.

"It's a free country. Have a seat."

Jacob sat in the hot water and just looked at me for a few moments. It was beginning to unnerve me and I was going to ask what his problem was when he spoke.

"Why did you do it?"

"Why did I do what?"

"I saw you on the ski hill with one of the ski school instructors. Why did you lie to Jason? He said you went to the injury clinic."

"I lied to Jason because if I told him I was going to get some skiing lessons I would hurt his feelings and he'd want to come with me. I was pretty sure I could get him to go skiing with you for the day if I lied to him. Besides I thought you guys want some time alone."

"Taylor, I'm sorry I was such an asshole this morning. I thought you were trying to keep Jason and me apart."

"Don't worry about it. You were wrong about one thing this morning though. We do have something in common. We both love Jason, just in different ways."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. You know for an old guy you're still pretty cool."

"For an old guy? You young whipper snapper."

Jacob began laughing and I joined him. "Can you promise me one thing Jacob?"

"Anything?"

"Don't tell Jason, all right? I want to tell him."

"Tell me what?" Jason asked from the door of the bathroom. He walked over to the hot tub in a his swimsuit and sat down beside me. Jacob gave me a little look as he pulled his speedo clad body out of the hot tub. Jacob walked over to the bathroom and when he was in the washroom I turned to talk to Jason.

"Jason I have something to tell you."

Jason thrust his hand into my swim trunks and grabbed hold of my balls began to squeeze. "You fucked my little cousin didn't you. He's only fourteen but you just had to have him didn't you?"

A look of sheer terror appeared on my face as Jason began to squeeze harder. "No, Jason we didn't do anything. Honest, I swear to God."

"I know. You look so cute when you are terrified. So do you want to tell me why you lied to me this morning. I saw you with one of the ski school instructors, Taylor."

"Can you let go of my balls please?"

"Only if the answer is good enough."

"I thought that you and Jacob needed a little time alone today and I figured if I told you I was going to go get some lessons I'd hurt your feelings."

"Really?" Jason asked as he loosened his grip on my balls.

"Honest."

Okay, I believe you," Jason said as he kissed me on the cheek. "You are probably right. I would've felt hurt, even though I knew you needed a better teacher. So how good are you now?"

"Good enough to keep up with you and Jacob. You up for a little night skiing? I think Jacob would like to go."

"Sounds good. The adults are going to a restaurant in Whistler for supper tonight. Did you want to order pizza from the resort restaurant?"

"Sounds like a plan. So what did you and Jacob talk about?"

Jason filled me in on the conversation that he and Jacob had. Jacob told Jason that he was mad at me for trying to keep them apart, and that he was surprised that I didn't try to make Jason come with me to the clinic. Jason straightened things out with Jacob and they spent the rest of the day talking about guy stuff and having fun skiing. Jason finished telling me about his day just as the door to the bathroom opened and Jacob walked out clad only in a pair of skimpy briefs.

"Hey Jacob," Jason called loudly, "You up for some night skiing with Taylor and me?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yep."

"Cool! That'll be so much fun."

"What kind of pizza do you like?" I asked, thinking about supper.

"Any kind is good, why?"

"Well, we figured we'd eat some pizza, then go do some night skiing." I replied matter of factly. "How does that sound?"

"That sounds so cool."

Jason ran into his bedroom and Jason and I turned our attention back to ourselves.

"You know, he is kinda cute." Jason said coyly.

"He's your cousin Jason. And he's fourteen."

"I wouldn't do anything with him if that's what you are implying. I just think he's really cute. If he was a couple years older and not my cousin I'd do him."

I looked at Jason's swimsuit and saw that his cock had started to rise. I thought for a moment and then yelled for Jacob.

Jacob poked his head out the door of his bedroom and looked towards the hot tub. "You called?"

"Can you do me a favour, Jacob. Open the front door."

Jason looked at me oddly for a second before he realised what I was going to do. "Don't you dare, Taylor!"

I reached across the tub and grabbed Jason. Jason began struggling and trying to get away, but I managed to get him all wrapped up. I lifted him into my arms and slowly made my way to the now open front door. Jason was kicking and trying to get away, but I hung on tightly. Jacob just started laughing as I took my nearly naked boyfriend and tossed him in a deep snowbank. Jason leapt out of the snowbank and ran back into the cabin. His teeth were chattering and he was shivering.

"It's not that cold." I said with a smile as Jason submerged his head.

"I'm going to get you for that Taylor."

"Hey, now. I was just retaliating for the painful way you were questioning me in the hot tub. I'd say we are even now."

Jason looked at me for a second. "Okay, we are even. I think you got the better end of the deal though."

"Maybe. Let's order some pizza."

Jason, Jacob, and I spent the rest of the week having a blast skiing and snowboarding. I was having no problem keeping up with Jason and Jacob now that I had a clue in the skiing department and Jacob was getting along with me a lot better.

In the bedroom Jason and I practiced a little bit, and the sex was as good as ever, though I was a little concerned that we might be keeping Jacob awake with our moaning and groaning. Jason had been trying to keep quiet but he was still letting out little screams when he came. Jason gave me my birthday present on my birthday after the three of us had celebrated with pizza and beer. Jacob had gotten a little tipsy after the one bottle of beer and I made him swear that he wouldn't tell his parents. I also made Jason swear that he wouldn't tell his dad. He may be 18 but he wasn't legal drinking age either.

After our last day of skiing Jacob surprised me by telling me that he was going to go hang out in the arcade down in the village from 7pm to 11pm if Jason and I wanted to have sex without worrying about him. I just smiled at Jacob and asked if he had heard Jason and I going at it.

"Yeah, I heard you guys. But I knew you were trying to keep the noise down so I didn't want to disturb you guys. You need your time alone."

"You are a very mature fourteen year old, Jacob," I said with a smile, "You're going to make some girl very happy."

Jacob looked at me for a second before speaking. "And how do you know I won't make some cute guy very happy," Jacob said with a wink before he walked out the front door on the way to the arcade.

I stood in the middle of the living room with my mouth wide open. I didn't have a clue on how I should respond to Jacob. I did know what I could do with Jason though. I walked over to the bedroom where Jason was packing his clothes away in preparation for our flight home the next afternoon. He had put all his dirty clothes in the suitcase and I could see his rosebud as he bent over to grab a pair of socks that were under the chair.

Quietly, I snuck up behind Jason and wrapped my arm around his waist. I began rubbing his belly, occasionally letting my hand drop down to his soft cock. Jason moaned and rubbed his bum against my cloth encased organ, before he stopped.

"We have to wait till Jacob has gone to sleep lover," Jason said with a trace of disappointment in his voice.

"I have it on good authority that we are alone until eleven pm tonight, so I can't think of anything I'd rather do than make love to you."

Jason turned around and started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You, you sound like a walking Hallmark card," Jason said as he continued laughing, "'I can't think of anything I'd rather do than make love to you.' You have the soul of a poet you know," Jason added sarcastically.

"Ha, ha. If your not in the mood..."

Jason grabbed my now hard cock and gently started massaging it through my jeans. "I didn't say that." Jason undid the button holding my jeans closed and slowly pulled the zipper down exposing my jockey confined manhood. He let my jeans fall to the floor and pulled my sweater and t-shirt over my head. I felt Jason's hands as they slid between the fabric of my underwear and my cheeks slowly pushing my underwear down.

Finally, I stood naked with my love at the foot of the bed. I wrapped my arms around the small of Jason's back and pulled him close. Our lips met in a passionate explosion as our erect cocks rubbed against each other. Jason slowly ground his hard cock against my hip in an attempt to relieve the pressure that was building in his balls. I broke our kiss and eased down onto the bed.

"Would you make love to me Jason?"

Jason nodded his head and reached into his suitcase for a tube of lube. Lifting my legs to his shoulders, he slowly, gently worked the lube around my hole, probing his fingers in and out gently to get me to relax. I smiled at Jason as he looked up at me, waiting for my approval for him to start. I nodded my head and he smiled back.

I felt the head of Jason's straining cock as it rested against the entrance of my quivering hole. Jason gave a slight push and the head of his cock slid in to the tight orifice. I moaned at the invasion, but was surprised by the lack of pain that I felt. Never had Jason felt so right inside of me.

"More," I hissed greedily.

Jason kept easing his cock further and further into my bowels. Finally, I felt his pubic hair on the base of my sac and I knew he was all the way in. I groaned at the fullness I felt and tried adjusting my legs to get more of Jason inside of me.

Jason slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained before he drove back in. He kept up this slow, maddening pace for what seemed like hours, torturing me and driving me wild. I could feel every bit of Jason's cock as it slid across my prostate. Every last inch of skin, every vein and wrinkle, I could feel as strongly as I could feel the ridge of Jason's engorged head.Ê I could feel it all, and I was in heaven.

"Harder, Jason. Please." I moaned as I began gyrating my hips ever so slightly.

Jason increased the tempo and force of his thrusts. I could see his muscles flex as he pounded his cock in and out of my tight little hole. I was so incredibly turned on. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him. I wrapped my legs around the small of his back and started yelling at him to fuck me harder.

Jason began slamming into me as hard as he could. We were both possessed. He had an urge to fuck me as long and hard as possible to make me happy, while I had an insatiable urge to have more of him deep within me. Jason started yelling and groaning that he was cuming and I felt his cock expand. I felt a strange pressure build in my balls just as my hole clamped down on Jason's cock and, for the first time while getting fucked, I came. I let out a loud scream and wrapped my arms around Jason pulling him tight against my body. His cock fired load after load of sperm into my intestines, while my cum exploded out between us. My hole began twitching as it slowly relaxed it's grip on Jason's softening cock.

Jason kissed me and slowly pulled himself out of my grip. He slowly removed his cock from my hole dragging it across my sensitive prostate one last time. I squealed with delight as one final surge of cum oozed out of my now soft cock. I felt Jason slowly wipe the excess lube and cum from my cheeks. I could feel some cum as it ran out of my hole, but Jason caught it before it could hit the bed.

"Come on lover. We should get you cleaned up."

I sighed and closed my eyes. I lay there limp not wanting this to end. Jason took my hand and pulled me up. I made my way to the washroom with my cheeks clenched, trying to prevent cum from dripping all over the floor. I sat down on the toilet and evacuated my bowel of the cum and lube that remained from the sex Jason and I had just shared. Jason washed his cock off in a quick shower. After I finished cleaning myself up, I sat on the toilet watching Jason while he dried off. My cock slowly started to harden as I watched Jason dry his thighs.

"Jason?"

"Hmmm?"

"Could I fuck you?"

"I was hoping you would ask. I wasn't sure if you were up for it. Are you?"

I nodded my head, flushed the toilet and stood. My cock was bobbing in front of me, looking like a sucker begging to be licked. I took the towel from Jason's hand and let it fall to the floor as I began to caress his firm, muscular cheeks. I lifted Jason up into my arms and let him wrap his arms around my neck. The door to the washroom was easily opened with my foot and after I was in our bedroom I kicked the door closed. I didn't want any interruptions.

I set Jason down on the queen-sized bed where he had just made love to me and began nibbling on Jason's erect nipples. I took my time, teasing all of Jason's pleasure spots before I worked my way down to his growing cock. I flicked his manhood with my tongue before I continued down his leg, gently rubbing his calves and thighs. Jason lifted his knees and exposed his rosebud to me. I smiled as I gently rubbed the sensitive flesh with a spit-soaked finger. Jason moaned loudly as he tried to get the finger to enter him. I kept teasing Jason, causing him to writhe in pleasure. Finally though, it was me who broke down. I needed to be inside him.

I grabbed the tube of lube Jason had used on me and squirted some onto my index finger. I gently smeared the cool gel over Jason's tight entrance, finally pushing into the tight, hot tunnel, where my cock would soon be. I smiled as Jason continued squirming. I knew how much Jason loved being fucked. I loved pleasing him, sending him over the precipice into the valley of pleasure on the other side. I continued preparing Jason for the forthcoming penetration, making sure that he would love every minute of it as I did. Finally, when I was sure he was ready, I smeared a dollop of the gel on my engorged cock. I was ready. Jason looked into my eyes and nodded. I placed my cock against Jason's rosebud and pushed.

My cock slipped past the muscular ring easily, like it had many times before. Jason let out a little gurgle of pleasure before he began physically coaxing me to drive deeper into him. I continued my assault on Jason's nether regions slowly. I didn't want to hurt him, I'd never be able to forgive myself if I did. My cock continued sliding into the hot canal, until my pubes came to rest on the base of Jason's tight sac.

I looked up at Jason to make sure he was all right before I began thrusting in and out of him. The first few strokes were heavenly for me, but Jason didn't seem to be enjoying them as much as I was. I changed my angle of attack, attempting to drive my blood filled prick across Jason's super-sensitive prostate in an attempt to drive him mad with pleasure. Jason let out a loud groan and started thrusting when I successfully hit his magic button and I renewed my assault on that spot of his body.

I continued thrusting in and out of Jason's distended hole causing him to cum twice before I felt the inevitable build-up in my own sperm factories. I began thrusting into Jason like a mad man in a desperate attempt to cum. The dam broke and my seed gushed into my lover. Jason let out a loud unearthly scream as his body let loose a squirt of clear liquid from his still hard cock. I gently jerked Jason's cock for a few seconds, causing Jason to shot one last time that night. I slowly withdrew from Jason, being careful to clean up any spillage. Jason was still breathing heavily after I cleaned him up. I lifted him into my arms once more and took him to the bathroom where I set him on the toilet. There was a loud whoosh of air as Jason relaxed his bowels and tried to expel the cum and gel that was in his body. I started the shower, making sure that the water was just the right temperature before I lifted Jason off the toilet.

Jason just smiled at me as I washed the evidence of our activities of his, then my body. After I thought we were clean I shut off the water and grabbed a couple of towels off the shelf. I wrapped one around my waist, and wrapped the other around Jason's shoulders before I began drying him. Once Jason was dry, he smiled at me and pulled the towel from my waist. He dried me off, making sure that my genitals and butt were dry.

I smiled at Jason as he finished drying me and followed him as he walked back to our room. He pulled on my boxers and a t-shirt, before tossing me a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. I slipped into the cool underwear and the t-shirt before I walked over to Jason.

"So what should we do now?" I whispered as I kissed Jason's neck.

"It's almost eleven. Did you want to go watch TV till Jacob comes in and then the three of us could play on his Play Station?"

"Sounds good to me."

When Jacob came home from the arcade we sent him out for some pop and chips for us to munch on while we played video games. When he got back, Jacob stripped down and put on a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and the three of us stayed huddled under a blanket while we played Play Station until early the next morning. The three of us eventually fell fast asleep, until late that morning when Uncle Bob called to wake us for lunch.

That afternoon in the airport, Jacob and I traded e-mail addresses and he promised he'd write. When Jason and I finally boarded the plane there were tears in Jacob's eyes. I hoped that I would see him again. He was a cool kid.

End Segment VI Story to be continued...