Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2017 10:51:38 +0100
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: The Flower that Bloomed in the Snow - Chapter 3

A Flower That Bloomed in the Snow

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based
on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes
of sex between adult and a minor under 18. If this topic disturbs you,
please do not read any further

Author's note: This is a third installment of my new story. We're getting
closer, and closer to Chris and Nick getting to know each other one more
physical level. Thanks to all of you, who took time to send feedback
regarding the previous chapter. Your support means a lot! I hope you are
going to enjoy this chapter just as much.

The series is going to have seven more episodes, each posted between
saturday and monday and I hope that you will stay with Chris and Nick until
its's time to go home.

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Day Three

Next morning I was awaken by a strange and irritating sensation of someone
tickling my nose. As I opened my eyes, There was a gentle smile in front of
my eyes and a hand hovering over my face, with a feather between its
fingers. As my vision focused, I saw Nick laying on his side and concealing
his laughter as he continued to tease me. I quickly grabbed his head,
hugged it to my chest and started ruffling his hair. We both started
laughing as he playfully tried to fight me off. Finally, when I was
satisfied with my revenge, I let go of him. His face was red, and he was
breathing heavily, but he was smiling broadly.

"You should've wake up before me like you always do. When I'm bored, I get
silly ideas."

"Sorry for making you do silly stuff - I replied in a mocking tone - can I
make it up to you somehow?"

"Yes, breakfast in bed. Toasts, strawberry jam, orange juice. And pronto!"
- he ordered, laying back down with his arms on the back of his head.

I came back with a small table for breakfast in bed (I was amazed at the
thoughtfulness of the staff) laid with two plates, each with stack of
toasts, glass of juice and a little spoon in a jar of jam. As Nick sat up I
placed it on the bed, and joined him.

Although our moms taught us not to play with our food, Nick and I needed
almost an hour to finish our toasts. Nick insisted that we feed each other,
often pretending that the toast he was about to feed me, was an aeroplane,
with adequate sound effects. It was becoming more and more like some sort
of honeymoon.

"So, we're headed for the slope after the breakfast?"

"I was thinking that today we should do something different - I said, first
offering toast I held to him and then taking it away before he could take a
bite and eating it myself - like go out to town. What do you think?"

"I think that you are an asshole, but I like your idea. Let's go and visit
the town!"





Since Nick told me about the ice rink, once we were ready, we took our
skates and set out in a car. Since it was Wednesday morning, the town was
filled with families that came here to spend their winter holidays just
like us. I noticed how Nick's face became somewhat pouty, so I put my arm
around him.

"Hey Nick, how about hot chocolate before we go to the rink?"

He just nodded his head, so as we walked around the streets. I've spotted a
small café near the park, where we were headed anyway and told him that
we're going inside. As Nick chose the seat near the window I went to the
counter to place an order. When I joined him at the table, he was looking
out at the winter scenery with his head resting on his palm. I was worried
since he looked really sad.

"What's wrong Nick?" - I asked as I sat on the opposite seat.

"Nothing is wrong. I'm just a bit tired." - he replied, not even looking at
me.

"Tired from a twenty minute long car ride? How come you've become such a
wimp all of a sudden?"

Nick looked at me angrily and wriggled on his chair. Then finally he
decided to speak.

"I just don't feel like talking, ok?"

"Can I do anything to cheer you up?"

"You think you can?"

"I don't know. That's why I asked in the first place. Talk to me, Nick."

"Are you trying out this psychology bullshit of yours on me? Because if you
do, then stop."

I looked at him aghast, as the waiter came up to us and placed our order
before us. He probably sensed the tense atmosphere as he quickly turned
around and walked away.

"Nick, I'm just trying to talk to you. There's no trick in that. If you
don't tell me what the problem is, I won't be able to help you!"

"Maybe there are problems that can't just be fixed?"

"Then at least you'll feel better if you let it out. Please, tell me."

He rolled his eyes, then took a sip of chocolate and finally decided to
spill the beans.

"It's just that I have a feeling that it's not how winter holidays should
be. Look - he motioned to the window and I saw three families walking by -
why can't I be with my mom now?"

His tone was plaintive. I needed to talk some sense into him and try to put
him at ease.

"Before everything, winter break is about having fun. Are you bored?"

"I'm not, but I feel like all those parents really love their children and
mom prefers her job." - he growled.

"Don't say that, Nick, you know that's not true! There is no right or wrong
way to express love, if it's there, just as much as there is no right or
wrong way to spend winter break if you're having fun."

"True, but it's not like I can just turn a switch and be happy all of a
sudden."

"You were happy just twenty minutes ago. Look, if there's one thing-
anything that would cheer you up, just tell me."

Nick sank into his chair and took two sips of chocolate while looking deep
into my eyes. I didn't dare to move, as I felt him scanning me perhaps for
the traces of insincerity. Then, with his eyes squinted, he proposed:

"My condition is that whenever we're in public I get to call you 'uncle'
and you will call me 'kiddo' or `buddy'. That should help to make me feel
better."

I had to step on my foot with the other to suppress my smile as I knew that
it cost him a great deal to articulate this need. I pretended to hesitate
for few seconds and then with a warm smile across my face, I complied. He
brightened up instantly and complimented me for ordering such a yummy
chocolate and choosing a nice place to drink it. As I was occupied with his
problems for last few moments, it was first moment when I allowed myself to
actually look around. This was hardly a place that could suit a taste of a
thirteen year old. The walls were papered with big format photos of the
town that must have been taken sometime in 20's, all the tables in the
café were covered with dark red tablecloths. There was a small candle
burning on each of them and we could hear soft saxophone music coming from
the concealed speakers. Tables were separated by water painted screens that
added to the atmosphere and guaranteed privacy of a conversation. The place
was mostly empty since it was still early in the day, but few customers
were couples close to my age. Some of them were openly kissing. When I
pointed that out to Nick, he giggled.

"This must feel really amazing, swallowing each others spit!" - he said,
licking off the remains of chocolate from his upper lip.

"Kiddo, you're obnoxious." - I stated, already trying out my new role.

"Sorry, uncle Chris. Just a thought that crossed my mind." - he replied,
returning to spying on a couple.

The way he pronounced the word 'uncle', prolonging each letter, as if he
was savoring its sound, made my boxers feel tighter around my dick. Oh, how
I wanted to swallow some of his spit right now!

After spending about half an hour at the café, all the Nick's blues were
gone and we were ready to visit ice rink. Of course first we had to go back
to the car for our skates. When we got to the rink, we put them on and
entered the ice. Surprisingly, he wasn't as skilled in this department as
he was with snowboard.  For first few minutes he moved like a robot, then
hilariously swung his legs and landed on his ass. I slid up to him and
grabbed him by his hands. I've noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed, so
I quickly asked him:

"It's been a long time since you last used those, huh?"

"Yes, uncle Chris. And my butt hurts like hell!"

"Grab my hand buddy, and I'll show you how it's done."

Nick complied eagerly. There was nothing to worry about, since many parents
or older siblings were showing younger kids how to ice skate properly. Nick
quickly caught on, but didn't seem willing to let go of me. I even started
suspecting that he might have been pretending before, just to get us to
hold hands. I didn't mind obviously, but I was beginning to understand that
he was quite the character!

When we got tired, we returned to the car to leave the skates there and
went for a walk.

"Let's go back to park once again!"

"Sure, but let's go and do a little shopping first."

I asked to show me a shop where I could buy wine. Nick looked at me
quizzically, but shrugged his shoulders and told me to follow him. Once we
made it there, I bought red wine, an orange and few spices. From his
expression I could see that he was dying to figure out what did I plan on
doing with these things.

After we left, me carrying a paper bag, and reentered the park, he finally
asked me in excited tone.

"Are we going to drink alcohol today?"

"No - I lied - wine's for me. And this is for you." - I took out a lollipop
from my pocket and presented it to him.

"For fuck's sake, Chris." - he growled, but accepted my gift.

"Mind your language, kiddo." - I replied, swatting him on the head. As he
was wearing his hat, I doubt that he felt anything more than a light
pat. Nick smiled at me and put a candy in his mouth. As we were straddling
through the alleys, between snow covered trees he switched between lapping
at it and putting it in his mouth just to take it out with a loud pop. I
don't think I have to tell you how it affected my imagination.

"So where exactly are we headed?"

"I don't know if it's there this year. And I don't wanna spoil the
surprise. Let's go!"

So I obediently followed him. I regretted not putting away my acquisitions
in the car as people were giving me questioning looks, seeing a clear
outline of the wine bottle. But I stopped bothering with that when we
entered a square with a display of ice sculptures.

"Wow." - was my first reaction, as I felt Nick's hand wrapping around mine.

"They're amazing, aren't they?"

I nodded my head as we walked around, admiring the detailed work. There
were some ordinary ones like swan with spread wings, or a ballet dancer in
the middle of a pirouette. But there were also masterpieces like
Cinderella's Chariot , Harley Davidson motorcycle or the Eiffel Tower with
all the details replicated. Nick was especially excited about full sized,
39 feet tall T. Rex, while I stopped for about two minutes to admire a
statue of Darth Vader with a lightsaber in his hand and every detail of the
armour reproduced. We had a lot of fun, taking photos, even though it was
forbidden to touch the statues. Then Nick showed me to an open-air
marketplace where he bought himself knitted socks, and I decided to buy a
hat and a scarf that matched his.

Then we've gone to check out some toy stores where we pissed off salesmen
by making them think that I was interested in buying a present for my
'nephew's' birthday. First we would go into shop and walk around the isles
to catch their attention, then I would explain my demand and then they
usually would guide us to the section with the most expensive toys. Nick
would look at some of them, say that they're 'kind of lame' (salesmen's
face acquires a priceless expression of anger mixed with politeness). Then
I'd tell him that either he chooses something, or he'll get nothing for
next ten years (shocked glance from salesman), to which Nick would react
with choosing the most expensive item (salesman becomes ecstatic). Then I'd
tell Nick that it's 'probably too expensive' and try to bargain with
salesman and asking him 'if he wants to make someone really happy
today'. Most of them told us that the price was set and there's no point in
bargaining, but some of them would offer 20-40? discounts. Either way, we
would try to convince them to lower the price, or give us even bigger
discount and whenever they (more or less politely) told us to fuck off, we
would walk out the door and burst into laughter just after we left their
earshot.





Finally, at 4 PM we came back to our cottage. I left a car after Nick, but
this short moment was enough for him to make a snowball and throw it at
me. Of course, I abandoned the thought of bringing groceries inside and ran
after him. All along I was trying to hit him back, but he dodged each of my
snowballs and finally found cover around the corner of the hut. As for me,
I squatted behind the bushes and started preparing myself some
ammunition. Whenever Nick would look out of his safety, I sent a quick ball
towards him. I actually got to land a headshot on third try. Unfortunately
at the same time I've given away my position, so soon after, three handfuls
of snow landed atop of my head and of course, got beneath my
collar. Furious, I grabbed some snow in my hands, ran up to him and rubbed
it in his cheeks. His screaming brought our neighbours to the windows and
probably caused an avalanche somewhere. As they looked at us, he put his
arm around me and waved at them with a sincere grin. When they waved back
and returned to minding their own business, Nick was momentarily on top of
me, landing a fistfull of snow on my nose. I shouted and threw him off
me. We rolled around laughing until he got up and escaped from my hands
again.

When we finally got inside, we were drenched. I ordered Nick to get dressed
in something dry while I got down to kindling a fireplace. He was upstairs
for a rather long while, so I figured he called Alice. Once he got back, I
ordered him to sit on a bear rug in front of buzzing fire, gave him a
blanket and went to change myself. Then I went to the kitchen and made two
mugs of mulled wine. When I passed it to him and he smelled it, he looked
at me in disbelief.

"You said I can't have alcohol!"

"Just wanted to piss you off." - I replied, laughing maliciously.

He placed his mug on the floor and extended his arm, inviting me under the
blanket. I gladly accepted, sitting myself behind him and wrapping my arms
around his waist. For few minutes we just listened to cracking sparkles and
looked on, fascinated by flames, warming ourselves with small sips of wine.

"So, do you like how it tastes?"

"I love how it warms my chest. And the taste is amazing."

"It's mostly because of the spices. Liking just the wine requires getting
used to."

"So if you're that experienced, did you ever do other bad things, likr
smoking?"

"Just to try it when I was a bit younger than you. But never been to keen
on it. You?"

"Nope."

"Would you like to give it a try while we're here?"

"Would you let me?" - he asked me in a whisper, as if he was afraid to
speak out loud.

"Yeah, why not. Most of the people get addicted because at first they do it
in secret and get the thrill from that. The cigarette itself isn't anything
special."

"Jesus, you sound sooo smart, uncle Chris."

He said it while looking into my eyes. With sparkly eyes, rosy cheeks and
breath smelling of oranges, cinnamon and ginger, he was
irresistible. Before I could think, my lips were kissing his softly, and
parting them for my tongue to enter in between.

For a split second he was breathless and stiff, pressing his hands in my
chest. I was moving my tongue around awkwardly in his gaping mouth. But now
I went too far ahead to just back out. I took a gamble and I was prepared
to pay the price. And even if Nick was to push me away, call his mother, or
cops it was still worth it.

To my relief, soon after, the boy relaxed and wrapped his arms around
me. With soft sigh he finally gave in and started mimicking me, getting his
first tutoring in fine art of kissing. I can't even describe how it
felt. He was greedy and subservient at the same time. Curious and shy. He
had his eyes closed during this first kiss, probably immersed all the way
in his emotions and sensations. His lips were a bit chapped from the cold
and he was getting slight tan on his nose and cheeks from the sun. I loved
the tickling sensation of his hair on my forehead, the view of his slightly
furrowed eyebrows and long eyelashes. The soft sensation of the skin on his
nose and his brisk warm tongue in my mouth. Finally we had to part to take
a breath. When I looked into his eyes, he gave me a questioning look. Or
was it longing? I took another bold step. I grabbed his pert butt, lifted
him a bit and laid him down on a bear rug. I hovered over him, supporting
myself on my elbows. I looked him in the eyes and licked my lower lip,
waving my eyebrows. He smiled and brought my face to his for a series of
small pecks. It was probably wine that made us abandon the common sense and
any notion of shame, even when our boners brushed against each other. I
just pressed my pelvis into his and kissed him again, listening to his soft
moans, breathing in his sweat and tasting his spit. Feeling his warmth and
his heart beating just as hard as mine.

"Chris, what the fuck?" - he whispered after he got his breath back after
another round of making out.

"I figured we came here to break rules." - I smirked at him.

"You sure are devoted guy then."

"Pardon me if I didn't take notice of your resistance. Oh wait, there
wasn't any!"

"The lack of agreement doesn't mean you can just have your way with me, you
know?" - he chirped, rubbing his thigh against mine.

"I'm sorry your Honour, I just took the dick that was poking me all along
as a sign of compliance."

"You're assuming too m-"

I interrupted him with another kiss. He obviously accepted it, grabbing me
by the neck and mashing my body against him. I felt our dicks and nipples
rubbing through the thin fabric of our underwear.

"Don't you think Nick that our clothes are in the way?"

He was hesitant. I wasn't surprised. One thing was just letting someone
kiss you and go with the flow. The other was to give your full consent and
take half of the responsibility. He looked up at me a bit panicked and
tense.

"Hey kiddo, if you don't want to, we can just cuddle. But if you want us to
take a step further, I need to know that from you."

"Let's just take off our t-shirts for now?" - he asked as if it was for me
to decide whether this was enough or not. It puzzled me. With all the
teasing he gave me in previous days, it was clear that he was no stranger
to sex, having to at least watch porn already. And yet he was
apprehensive. I thought for a minute, trying to come up with something that
would make him more decisive.

"Ok, Nick, I can see that you're scared. Let's just kiss and cuddle some
more."

"No. - he replied sharply - Let's take the t-shirts off."

I straightened up and for a second we struggled with our t-shirts. Before I
took mine off completely, I felt his warm soft hands on my hips, just above
the waistband of my boxers. I looked at him in anticipation, but his ideas
were different than mine, so instead moving downwards, his palms slid
upwards, over my six-pack. I grunted as he lightly scratched my skin. I
circled his skin just with my fingertips. I reveled in every curve and
dimple on his body. My hands moved to his pecks and my thumbs brushed
against his nipples. Nick reached under my armpits, dug his fingers in the
skin on my shoulder blades and pulled me to him. The kissing got even more
exciting now, with our bodies rubbing together. We were sweating from all
the action, and blazing fire just two feet away from us, so I got curious,
what Nick would taste like. I supported myself on my elbows and looked at
him. Then, without a warning, I started licking his cheek like a dog. The
boy started giggling like a maniac and squirming under me.

"Stop it! What are you doing?!" - he shouted in ecstasy as I enjoyed the
touch of his creamy hot skin and fresh, spicy taste.

"I'm just enjoying my sweet nephew." - I replied before pinning his arms to
the rug and licking his hard nipples and lapping the sweat off his hairless
pits. By now he stopped giggling. Instead, he would just take sharp breaths
and pant from time to time. When I straightened up, he sat up and kissed me
and then kissed my biceps, in the dimple on the inner side of my
elbow. Then he licked my pointing finger and sucked it in his mouth, while
looking me straight in the eye.

"Are you suggesting we should take another step?" - I grunted out.

"I think we should go all the way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Let's take off our trunks and go all the way."

His voice sounded deeper, as if his lust made it harder to speak. I
couldn't believe my ears. If I understood him correctly, he told that he
wants us to have sex, make love, fuck. There was a little problem with that
though. As I didn't think that he would be so eager, I didn't equip myself
with lube. I cursed myself for this oversight and then remembered the
little convenience store in the resort's lobby.

"Ok, then stay here. I have to get something from the shop."

"What?" - he looked completely disappointed.

"I won't be gone more than fifteen minutes, ok? Just stay here and prepare
yourself for a wildest night of your life."

"Sure." - he replied with a meek smile.

There was no time for convincing him. I ran upstairs, put on some hoodie
and boots and ran out to the reception. The store was located in the
farther part of the building, so there was only a small chance that the
clerk saw me checking in with a teenage boy. Still I felt a bit weird, so
aside from the bottle of lube, I put a bar of chocolate and a pack of
condoms in the basket. Once I walked up to the counter, I've noticed that
the clerk was a guy close to my age. He looked inside my basket and gave me
a knowing smile, while he scanned the products. I smiled back at him. How
could I not?

After paying him with cash, I ran back to the cottage. Once I was back
there, I almost cried out in disappointment. Nick was lying on his side,
breathing calmly with his eyes closed. I couldn't believe that he had
simply fallen asleep! Then I thought about how tired he must have gotten
after active day, having an alcohol and so much fooling around. I sighed
deeply and with shipping bag hanging from my wrist I took him in my arms
and carried him over to the bed. Then I stripped off my own clothes and
crawled in beside him. For sometime I couldn't sleep. Itching in my balls
was killing me. But I just couldn't interrupt Nick because of my selfish
desires. With that conclusion, I promised myself to compensate the lack of
relief in the morning and after cuddling up to Nick, I've fallen asleep
listening to his calm breathing.