Cold


Wrapped bodily around him he can feel every shiver of Richard's body, hear every clack of his teeth. The cold seeps through three layers of clothing to crawl over his skin.


"Jesus Christ, Rich! You're fucking freezing."

No reason he should expend the energy it would take to confirm the bleeding obvious, not when it's accutely needed elsewhere.

"Are you sure you shouldn't be in hospital?"

The team have pronounced him to be fine, Jeremy knows, or they wouldn't have let him leave the medical centre. But there's apparently a canyon difference between being alive and being warm.

"Let's get back to the hotel."

James drives. Jeremy is in the backseat of the ridiculously big Land Rover, Richard huggled against him, stealing his warmth through sweaters and coats and a blanket James found in the boot. Still he's shivering.

The movement of the car away from the facility brings about another kind of movement - Richard twisting against him, under all those layers, getting closer, seeking a more effective warmth. Short arms wrap around his neck and waist and he bites his tongue to stop from shreiking as ice cold skin touches his own and he hears a voice murmur, "Please, Jez."

It takes a moment for him to work out what Richard's asking for, a moment when he realises that the arms are gone from around him and he can hear a zip being worked down. He slides his hands into the waistband of Richard's jeans, touching smooth, chilled skin, helping his lover push them and his boxers down over a tight arse and narrow hips.

His own fly is next, Richard's almost numb fingers making hard work of it. He knows when those fingers touch his hard flesh it's going to have to opposite effect to the one Richard's aiming for. He takes the slim wrists in his hands and brings them to his thick clothed shoulders, then he slides his own hands down over the firm buttocks, Richard wriggling into an almost impossible position made possible only by his lack of height - jeans at his ankles, knees parted, up around Jeremy's hips.

Sliding his fingertips over the slick ring of muscle, still lubricated from the gel they used to aid the insertion of the thermometer, Jeremy feels Richard tense and knows he must still be sensitive. Bigger, bulkier things have been up there - Jeremy and James to name two - but under different circumstances.

"Were you scared?" he whispers, and Richard nods against his shoulder. He pries the small buttocks apart and positions himself with difficulty. Richard moves, shifts. Jeremy meets James' eyes in the rearview mirror and knows he's waiting, as aroused as they are, for the moment they both cherish... that moment, when Richard impales himself, head of Jez's cock puncturing the tight ring, sliding through into the slick channel of his body.

Richard's cry is muffled in Jeremy's hair.

"Jesus, Rich...." He's so cold. Even deep inside where the heat's usually as unbearable as the choking pressure, he's cold.

Pulling the blanket tight around him, over his thick sweater and winter coat, Jeremy pulls up his sleeves and slides his arms around Richard's trembling body, holding him close, giving his warmth as best he can as his lover rises and falls, the movements jerky but determined.

He keeps his eyes on the rearview mirror, catches James glancing back when he should be watching the road. He's gentle with Richard - as gentle as Richard will let him be - giving him the control, letting him dictate this. And he dictates short rises and brutal falls, taking Jeremy as deep as he can in the awkward position.

But the friction is already warming him from the inside out, his lips on Jeremy's temple are warmer than they were before, his dick's hard - trapped between them. And when he comes, his cum soaks hot through Jeremy's shirt. He comes too, filling Richard, feeling hands gripping his shoulders and a shaking body coming down from the orgasm high.

~

Under the heavy duvet in the bed in Jeremy's hotel room, Richard slides into James' body, warming up the bits of himself that are still cold.