“It’s really fucking cold,” Callum groused with chattering teeth. He was bundled in one of those fluffy padded jackets, with a scarf around his neck, a knit beanie on his head and gloves covering his hands.

They had arrived at the rental cabin the night before, far too late to appreciate the beauty of the untouched snowfall, but in plenty of time for Callum to miss the sunshine of California winters.

Jack stepped onto the deck and passed him a mug of steaming hot chocolate with a small chuckle. He was also dressed warmly, but not as bundled as Callum, his blood still accustomed to a brisk New York winter.

“It’s not so cold,” Jack mused, taking a sip of chocolate from his own mug.

“You’re wearing pants!” Callum protested with a dramatic flourish of his gloved hand. He looked down, at his bare legs, covered in gooseflesh from the hem of his jacket to the middle of his shins where his wool socks started. He was wearing snow boots, thankfully, but his cock was frozen and probably not much larger than a walnut.

“I told you I wanted to fuck you while you counted the snowflakes.” Jack set his mug down on the snow-covered deck rail and pushed himself behind Callum, the heat of Jack’s body quickly warming him up.

“I thought you meant from the inside. Like, through a window or something,” he grumbled.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jack asked, tugging his pants and briefs down, laying the warm heat of his groin against Callum’s ass.

“If you stick your dick in me, it’s likely to freeze into an icicle and snap off.”

“Are you regretting our choice of honeymoon locale?” Jack questioned, pulling a bottle of lube from the pocket of his jacket and squirting the cool, but admittedly warmer than the air, liquid between the split of Callum’s ass.

“No, but I’m thinking now might be a good time to take you up on that whole fight-me-for-it hint that you keep dropping.”

Jack’s cock smacked against his ass, causing a tingle inside of Callum, somewhere around his prostate that sent sparks of life straight into his freezing cold dick.

“Oh, Daddy, you do.”

“Settle, kitten,” Jack warned, a bare hand wrapping around Callum’s hip.

“What if I don’t?” Callum tested, the lube already sliding down his thigh.

Jack pressed a hand between his ass cheeks in warning. Callum turned in Jack’s arms and sidestepped him toward the back door that led back into the cabin. Jack reached for him, fingers curling around the edge of Callum’s sleeve, but Callum shook him loose.

“Come on, then, Daddy,” Callum teased over his shoulder, “work for it.”

He pushed the door open and had barely made it through the threshold when Jack was on him, strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him backward. Callum managed to haul himself and Jack through the door before Jack secured enough leverage on him to spin him around.

“What happened to doing as you’re told?” Jack questioned, fingers wrapping around the zipper of Callum’s jacket. He pulled, spreading the teeth apart then violently pushing the sleeves down Callum’s shoulders.

Callum just raised a brow in question and unwrapped his scarf, dangling it between them as an offering.

“Maybe I need to be reminded who’s in charge,” he said, licking his lips before following up with a sexually explicit sounding, “Daddy.”

Jack flew into action, discarding his own jacket and advancing on Callum at the same time as he snatched the scarf from Callum’s hands. Jack slammed their bodies together, backing Callum into a wall and wrestling his hands together behind his back, wrapping them quickly with the scarf before flinging Callum over the arm of the couch, face first.

He was warm now, in the heat of the cabin, under the weight of Jack’s body, and Jack’s attention. It had in fact taken months for him to get Jack to treat him this way, as though he was more than a breakable mass of bones. Jack had been terrified about being rough with him after the attack, when in fact Jack being rough with him had been the best thing he’d done. It gave Callum control even as he yielded, a strong reminder that with Jack he was safe.

Jack’s hand connected against his ass with a stinging shock that he felt in his toes.

“That’s one,” Jack said, bringing his hand back and smacking Callum again.

“Two, Daddy,” Callum panted, wriggling under the strength of Jack’s grip. His cock was completely hard now—hot and needy.

Jack’s fingers tightened in the knit of the scarf as his other hand rained sharp hits against Callum’s ass. Callum’s cock rubbed against the warm leather of the couch and he groaned, pumping his hips to gain friction.

“None of that now,” Jack warned, pulling Callum up off the couch and spinning him through the room, dropping his chest down onto the large window seat that overlooked the back deck.

Callum’s knees hit the thick carpeted floor with a thud and he didn’t even have time to think about fighting back before Jack’s fingers pushed into his already lube-slicked hole. He arched up with a gasp and Jack’s arm wrapped around his chest, hoisting him higher.

“Who is in charge here?” he grunted, scissoring his fingers apart before pushing in a third.

“You are,” Callum panted, his cock leaking against his leg.

Jack’s fingers were gone, but he was quickly filled, Jack’s thick cock stretching him open with ease.

“Who am I?” Jack bit out, sinking his teeth into the lobe of Callum’s ear.

“Daddy,” he whispered. “You’re my Daddy, fuck.”

Jack pulled out and slammed back in, pistoning in and of Callum with a rarely used speed and intensity.

“Fuck is right,” Jack grunted, fucking him so vigorously his knees left the floor with every jerk of Jack’s hips against his ass.

“I need to…” Callum trailed off, his body covered in a cold sweat that raised a different kind of gooseflesh over his exposed skin. He felt like a rubber band, pulled back tight and ready to snap. He grinded his ass back against Jack in desperation.

“Come, then,” Jack told him, grazing his teeth across Callum’s bare shoulder. He loosened the scarf from around Callum’s wrists and freed his hands. Callum promptly pulled his gloves off and reached for his cock.

He stroked himself with a long pull and a longer groan that made Jack’s cock thicken inside of him. Jack pressed his face against the floral patterned fabric of the window seat and readjusted himself to a new angle, effectively dropping his cock into Callum’s ass with every pump.

“Catch it,” Jack ordered him just before his orgasm crested, exploding out of his cock with a hot fury. He cupped the head of his dick, catching his release in his palm.

Jack pulled out and flipped him around, laying him out across the floor before burying himself back inside. He arranged Callum’s thighs under his shoulder and bucked into Callum a handful of times before shouting out his release.

The hot heat of Jack’s cum coated the inside of his channel and he could feel the warmth settle against his muscles. He raised his cum-soaked hand between them and lapped at his fingers, licking his orgasm from the folds of his skin. Jack leaned down with a moan and sealed his mouth around one of Callum’s fingers, battling their tongues together for the thick drops of his release.

Callum could taste the desire in Jack’s mouth and he moved his hand, spearing his fingers through Jack’s hair and holding his face steady while they kissed.

“I love you,” he panted when Jack finally pulled away for a breath.

Callum spun on the carpet like a starfish so he could look out the sliding glass door. It was snowing again, a layer of white already settled around the edges of their forgotten cocoa mugs.

Jack stripped out of the rest of his clothes, pulling Callum’s socks and boots off as well before he lay on the floor and pulled Callum close. The only sound in the room was that of their labored breathing, which slowly quieted and eased into whispered breaths against each other’s skin.

Callum turned so he was facing Jack, a lopsided smile on his face.

“There’s too many snowflakes to count,” he said, dropping a delicate kiss against Jack’s lips.

“I know,” Jack admitted, returning the kiss.

“It’s beautiful,” Callum considered, looking over his shoulder at the fresh snowfall. He looked back and found Jack’s stare enamored and absolute, and one-hundred percent focused on him.

“I know.”

The end.