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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Jason Edding's One Fire, One Ice mixes enough Grant, Babhru, schnapps, and steamy cocoa to melt slopes and loving hearts. This story is part of the anthology Melting The Slopes
eBook Publisher: MLR Press, LLC/mlrpress,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [91 KB]
Words: 20239
Reading time: 57-80 min.

The Bunny Slope

"You have the hair of the darkest raven, darling."

That's what his mom had always said. Hers too, which was a perfect match for his. His eyes were as hers. Gray, and so light, contrasting with his hair, that he'd been accused of staring at people even when he was not. He was actually very adept at surreptitiously staring at attractive people--guys really.

"You have the most piercing eyes, young man. I feel you're looking right through my clothes," one man had whispered to him one evening. It was during a Halloween party his parents had thrown where everyone wore a costume that resembled those worn in ancient Rome. Babhru came as Pan, and won most popular costume.

The man had obviously decided to try once more with Grant. His second attempt to whisper in his ear came after most people had moved outside for something or other he didn't have any interest in. Grant stood alone, leaning on the banister when the guy suddenly appeared next to him. Grant hadn't realized it, but earlier in the evening the guy had been wearing a white robe, loosely tied about the waist. It must have warmed up or something, because he had doffed it, and was now dressed as a gladiator. That, of course, meant he wore some very skimpy looking leather things around his privates, and even had a sword stuck in his belt. Grant made a mental note to ask his parents why on Earth they had invited him to the party in the first place.

He didn't know which part of the man's getup was more creepy. The lack of clothing, which might have been sexy if the guy was better looking--or the sword. But the costume--mostly the fucking sword--had given Grant a case of the willies so immense it tightened his sphincter and made his balls feel as though they were going to shrink back into his groin, never to fall again. Thank God Babhru had come out of nowhere and excitedly exclaimed that Grant really had to come check this out. Babhru gave him a wink on the way upstairs and mentioned that the guy had also come on to him that evening.

Grant watched Babhru wander off in search of his father with whom he'd promised to play cards. Grant closed his bedroom door and turned the latch. Being safely behind a locked door gave him some relief. He'd pretty much gotten tired of mingling with all those people and wanted to lie down and be alone. It gave him time to ponder things. He was pretty sure that guy had been trying very hard to get into his pants, or in this case, his party attire. His comment about Grant's eyes had been an obvious come-on line. Grant was just glad that's all the man had said. What if he'd gone so far as to pinch his ass or...?

Grant checked his door, making sure it was indeed locked, then pulled off his robe and sat on his bed thinking about the "what ifs" of the incident. If the guy had been twenty years younger and a little better looking, even with the skimpy clothes that didn't hide much, or the sword that Grant thought for certain was a real one, he may have even considered a quickie in a small out of the way nook, just off the kitchen. He ached for the chance to perform that first blowjob, with his finger playfully up to the knuckle in his partner's asshole, but he was glad he hadn't, since he wanted more than anything for his first to be with Babhru. Of course he knew as soon as he masturbated before bed he'd feel terribly guilty for even a moment thinking about sucking off that weirdo in the gladiator suit. Time passed, and of course, he did jack off that night, feeling a slight pang of regret, but that was quickly forgotten as soon as his head hit the pillow...