Cold Feet

The loft door slammed shut with a resounding thud that filled the quiet loft.

“Brian, come to bed,” Justin demanded irritably.

Justin stood on the steps to the bedroom, shuffling his feet back and forth against the cold wood. He wrapped the duvet more tightly around his body as he blinked blearily from the abrupt interference of his sleep.

Brian was actually surprised the kid was up at all.

“I'm cold,” Justin complained.

Of course he was, Brian had just jostled him out if his little cocoon. Not that he regretted it. Brian locked the door and set the alarm.

Justin teetered a little as his foot tangled in the duvet, but Brian caught him and kept him upright.

"Better," Justin muttered, snuggling against Brian as the duvet was adjusted to cover them both.

Brian’s arms came around him, but the tickling fingertips on Justin's spine made him shiver and he wiggled away, grunting huffily.

Spoiled brat. Brian smoothed his palms over Justin’s back, using broad, brisk strokes like he was rubbing heat back into frostbitten limbs.

“Mmmm…” Justin sighed, pressing closer and laying his head on Brian’s shoulder.

A moment later, Brian could feel the drool trickling down his neck. If he'd had any doubts before, that definitely confirmed Justin was still drunk. Not that he'd had any doubts. Brian could smell smoke, sex, and sangria wafting off his boyfriend, but he didn't mind that. What he’d minded was having to bounce the trick out of the loft when he found him passed out on top of his equally unconscious boyfriend.

Some people just overstayed their welcome.

“Hey.” Brian nudged Justin awake again and started moving them back up to the bed. They tripped a few times as Justin’s unsteady feet tangled with Brian’s, but Brian kept them from falling.

Brian pushed Justin down onto the bed and Justin automatically curled into a ball, tucking the duvet around himself. Brian glanced at him crossly before undressing and then he unrolled the other man and slid under the duvet with him.

“Feet are cold,” Justin mumbled, burrowing closer.

“Keep them away from me,” Brian snapped out of habit though he knew it was no use.

“’Kay…” Justin replied sleepily as his cold toes nudged Brian’s calf anyway.

Brian hissed at the first contact as the little ice cubes slid along his leg, down to his ankle and back up again. But the cool slide against his warm skin sent tingling bolts of pleasure to his dick. He rolled Justin onto his back and laid on top of him, feeling his lover’s legs instinctively rise up and wrap around him.

The heat and friction naturally generated between them rapidly drove up their combined body heat. Sweat slicked their skin as they ground together, yet Justin’s feet rubbing behind Brian’s knees and over his thighs to his ass still reminded Brian of ice cream dripping on his skin as he fucked the other man all the harder.

Brian finally passed out, spread over his content boyfriend, with Justin’s cold feet wedged under his legs to thaw.