Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2017 18:41:39 +0100
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: The Flower that Bloomed in the Snow - Chapter 9

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 penultimate installment of this story. The last
time we saw Nick, they were burried under the snow after triggering off the
avalanche. What happened later? You can obviusly find out below! Thanks
again to all the people, who took time to send feedback regarding the
previous chapters. Your support means a lot! I hope you are going to enjoy
this chapter just as much. The series is going to have one more episode. I
hope you all will stick around for that!

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Day Nine


When I've recovered my consciousness, I panicked. I didn't see shit and I
felt that there was very little air for me to use. I tried to move my hands
around and came across the snow rocket. At that moment I was the happiest
man on Earth! And the one most determined too! At the beginning I only
could gully in the snow, but the benefit was that I was warming up with
every move. Soon I was able to dig properly and finally get to the surface.

The cold air of the night made my head spin for a moment. I closed my eyes
and focused on breathing in as much as I could. Then I slowly crawled out
on the snow and laid on my back, enjoying regained freedom. Only then I was
hit by the fact that I didn't know where the hell Nick was! At first I
wanted to call out to him, but I was to afraid of another avalanche, so
instead I got up and looked around, searching for a pit, like the one I've
made while digging myself out. There was none to be seen from where I was
standing but the snow around me was creating the downslope.

'If Nick was running away from the avalanche, he must have gone somewhere
in that direction!' - I reasoned, as I started walking.

My mind was still a bit fuzzy, but I started remembering what happened just
before we got swept off. I was still confused as to why Nick lashed out at
me for introducing him to Matt and trying to get them to become
friends. After all it was nothing bad, was it? I regretted failing to
explain to him that it didn't mean that I was more interested in the other
boy than I was interested in him (although I wasn't entirely uninterested!)
and that there was literally no reason for him to be jealous or angry. I
promised myself that once I find him, I'll explain everything to him and
that from now on, I won't make any decisions concerning him without talking
to him first. Maybe if I did so yesterday, we wouldn't and up in this
situation!

My thoughts were interrupted when I fell face-first in the snow. When I got
up, my frustration washed away. The hole that I nearly fell into was deep
enough that the boy of Nick's height could easily fit inside it! I almost
started dancing out of joy and relief! Nick was alive! I just needed to
find him.

I wasn't overly worried about him now that I knew he survived. After all he
was a boyscout and as a snowboarder with experience, adapted to the harsh
conditions of winter in the mountains. I just needed to figure out where he
went. First I tried to call him, but my phone had no reception. I looked
around, but there was no sign of his footsteps. Then I remembered that at
one point Nick gave me the compass. I concluded that knowing this, perhaps
he would choose going North. Besides that was the direction, from which we
came.

I used the instrument to indicate the proper direction and without further
delay, went North. It wasn't easy to walk uphill even in the snow rockets,
so I was hoping that Nick didn't walk to far away. Even though it wasn't
that cold, there was still a possibility of him dying of exhaustion,
starvation or even worse, dehydration. It may not be very optimistic of me,
but as I walked, I kept looking around to see if his body wasn't lying
somewhere abandoned and half covered with the snow.

Then something got my attention. In a distance I saw a flickering light. My
first guess was that it was a fire, but then I felt stupid. I mean, who
would go camping in these conditions? Nevertheless, I decided to go in that
direction and investigate what was the source of that strange phenomenon.

`If Nick was going that way he certainly saw it too.' - I reasoned, hoping
that I'll be able to finally confirm his survival.

And Nick I found. After my mind exploded with joy, I started becoming more
and more angry as I was taking in the details of what was before my eyes.
Nick found sort of a cave, where he managed to start an actual fire. But
that wasn't all! He was sitting comfortably and roasting two sausages over
the fire!

"Hey, may I gatecrash?" - I asked sarcastically, when he didn't acknowledge
my presence for about a minute.

"Chris! I thought you were dead!" - he exclaimed and run up to hug me with
the hand that wasn't holding a stick with the sausages.

"Thanks for being so worried. So, how exactly organising a picnic was
supposed to help you find me?"

Nick stepped away from me with surprised expression.

"I didn't know where to look for you. My priority was to get by until
tomorrow and try to find help!"

"And where did you get all that stuff?" - I asked, gesturing to the fire
and the food.

"I told you I'm good at packing, right? Your food is in your backpack,
dumbo! You have flint and tinder too!"

"Do I?" - I growled and threw my backpack on the ground, crouched over it
and started going through the contents. Nick sat back by the fire and
observed me with a nonchalant smile. Of course he was right. He packed the
bread, sausages and thermos with hot tea (or coffee). "You could have told
me that before we were buried under the snow."

"Oh sure - he hissed sarcastically - since avalanche already happened, let
me go back in time and tell you about the food!"

I didn't have a reply to that so I simply sat by the fire and used one of
the sticks to roast my sausages. The smell of lightly burned meat and
melting fat and a chug of hot, bitter tea cheered me up a bit, so I decided
to go a bit easier on Nick.

"You know, it was a smart move on your part though. Bringing the food and
something hot to drink."

"It was a common sense - he replied after swallowing the first bite of the
sausage - but I must admit that I intended it for a different use."

"Which was?"

"I wanted to make a campfire once we made it to our destination."

"Which was where?"

"There is a lake at the foot of the mountain a couple miles from here. It
would make a great scenery for our last date before going home."

"Wow - I gasped, truly amazed - That's actually a great idea! So... that's
why you didn't want to tell me where we were headed?"

"Yup."

"Nick, I'm such an asshole."

"Yup."

"It's all my fault."

"Yup" - he replied again, still without a sign of his resentment
disappearing.

"I'm so sorry. I should appreciate you a lot more than I already do."

"You really should! Next time you act like a jerk, I'm gonna kick you in
the butt!"

Unfortunately Nick didn't think we would need signaling flares so we
couldn't call for help. We couldn't fall asleep either, as it was crucial
to keep up the fire.That wasn't too much of a problem though. We've spent
the rest of the night chatting. Nick went on how it would be awesome to
keep our secret relationship after we came back home. We agreed that if
everything worked out, we would go on a vacation for a week during summer
holidays. I must admit that I liked that idea. I was just a bit worried how
is it gonna work out. With the age difference between us, we'd have so many
suspicions to avoid and so many secrets to keep from the people we loved. I
couldn't be really bothered by that at the moment though. With Nick nestled
under my arm and fire slowly burning in front of us I was literarily
hypnotized.





"We need to gather as much wet wood as we can." - announced Nicholas at the
break of the dawn on the next day.

"There should be no problem with that. But aren't we stocked with dry wood
already? Why not use that?"

"Because if we want to get out, we should mark our location. Have you ever
seen 'Pirates of Carribean'?"

"U-huh."

"Remember when Elizabeth burnt all the threes on the deserted island and
signaled the ships?"

"Oh! So you want to make enough smoke to attract someone's attention! Okay,
so I'll get busy finding wood, while you take care of the fire."

"Too bad there isn't any food left for breakfast." - moaned Nick and rubbed
his belly.

"The sky is pretty clear, so someone will definitely spot us - I assured
him, although I didn't feel much confidence while saying that - the lack of
food will be our motivation to work harder."

Once I got out of a cave, I must say I panicked a bit. At night I thought
we didn't stray that much from the path we were on before. In the daylight
though, our surroundings have changed completely. I had no idea where the
fuck were we and could only hope that Nick's plan works before we starve to
death. After taking few deep breaths to calm myself, I walked into the
forest to gather some wood. Luckily there was enough lying around. I picked
up as much as I could, all the time fearing that a bear or some other
fucking beast might jump out from behind the tree and attack me.

'I wonder if they teach boy scouts to fight off bears?' - I thought to
myself briefly on my way back and chuckled at the image of a thirteen year
old boy waving a torch at a bear, or some other deer, and me cowering
behind him.

"How is the fire?" - I asked once I came back. Nick was on all fours,
blowing at the embers. Despite the peril we were in, I couldn't help
admiring the beauty of his buns.

"It could use some wood. It's good to see you back."

'You could use some too!' - I thought to myself and felt slight swelling in
my boxers.

"What are you laughing at?" - asked Nick when he turned to me to accept the
wood that I've collected.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just happy that I didn't encounter any bears out there,
you know? I wouldn't know what to do!"

Nick looked at me as if I told him that from now on I'm going to ride
monocycles for a living. Then he replied.

"Chris, bears hibernate during winter. You were in no threat whatsoever."

"Well, I'm not a bear expert, Mr. Whatsoever. I may have not been in a
threat, but I felt threatened!" - I replied in a mocked irritation and we
both chuckled.

Meanwhile the wet wood created so much smoke that we had to get out of the
cave to be able to breath.

"Wow, this should really get some attention!" - I commented as we both
looked up at the grey strip of smoke that we've created.

"We should get some more wood, or it goes out. Let's go!"

We circled around the cave for another two hours. Finally Nick announced
that we have enough to last us until the evening. When I half-jokingly said
that by that time I may done eating his left leg, he looked me dead serious
in the eye and said that it will happen only if I'm able to take away his
knife. As you can imagine, I decided not to dwell on that subject. Luckily
before it came to a fight, we've heard distant whirring. At first I thought
I've misheard it and said nothing to Nick, but as we looked at each other,
it became obvious that we both could hear it.

"Oh God, Chris, we're saved!"

"Unless it's a pack of bears that kidnapped the chopper!" - I replied. I
had to raise my voice so that Nick could hear me over the whirring.

"What are you even talking about? - he laughed, then got up and started
jumping around and waving his hands - Bears don't live in packs!"

And true to his words, there weren't any bears aboard the chopper. The
three paramedics that came down to us performed first check to see if we
were able to walk on our own. We told them about the avalanche and how we
had to survive through the night. After they've learned we were just a bit
bruised and a little cold, I could see the relief on their faces.





After we put out the fire, the chopper carried us to the nearest
hospital. After I gave them the number of my insurance, me and Nick were
checked by the nurses. Luckily neither of us was harmed internally or
externally so there was no reason to keep us there. After ordering a taxi,
we were finally back at the cottage.

"Nick?" - I called out when I came down to the living room after getting
changed.

"Yeah?" - Nick's head popped from behind the kitchen door frame. He was
still wearing his jacket and backpack. He also had a slice of cheese
between his teeth and a slice of bread in his hand.

"I need to go and get our car. You think you're going to be fine by
yourself over here?"

"Yup." - he replied and disappeared back in the kitchen.

Two hours later, me and Matt's dad (who agreed to drive me to my car) came
back in our respective cars. Surprisingly, on our way back, Matt chose to
ride with me. According to what he told me, he and his dad were the ones
behind our rescue. After we didn't come back for the evening, they called
for help and told them where we were headed. After explaining it, the boy
asked me a lot of question about our experience. Obviously, the most
important part for him was to know how it feels to be in an avalanche! Of
course, as I recounted the events I made a point of expressing how our
survival basically rested on Nick's shoulders. I'm sure that by the end of
my story, I earned him a new groupie!

"Chris, can I come over later?" - asked Matt, when we pulled up in front of
my cottage.

I almost said `yes', but then remembered about the promise I gave to
Nick. I smiled bitterly at Matt.

"Sorry buddy, but we both are very tired. Maybe some other time?"

"B-but I'm going home tomorrow! Who knows when I'm gonna be able to see you
both again?"

I hesitated. On one hand I felt like an asshole towards Matt, but on the
other, I didn't want to piss off Nick once again. Plus I was kind of tired,
hungry and horny, so this evening was definitely reserved for just the two
of us.

"Sorry Matt, but it's a special situation. Don't take it the wrong way,
ok?"

He gave me a scornful look, which made me doubt my point again.

"Okay. But I'll drop in tomorrow morning to say goodbye, okay?"

"Sure Matt, you can come tomorrow, but for now..."

"Yeah, I know, piss off." - scoffed Matt and nudged me on a shoulder with a
malicious smile. Then he got out of the car and returned to his cottage. I
sighed and felt unpleasant burping in my stomach. It was really time to go
back!





When I went into the living room all thoughts of hunger abandoned me. I'm
mostly a realist, so I kind of expected Nick to prepare himself some dinner
and then go to the rec room to chill out. Instead, while I was away he
started the fireplace, undressed and laid down on his side on the bear
rug. The flickering light accentuated the curves of his body as shadows
danced on his skin. Nick smiled and patted the space beside him. A sign for
me to join him.

I threw my jacket on the floor and sat down on the bear rug, still
completely dressed. I bent over and kissed Nick on his lips. I felt his
heartbeat quicken as I rubbed my fingers across his soft chest.

"Damn, your hands are so cold, uncle." - he gasped.

"And you feel sooo hot, kid. Let me steal some of that warmth." - I replied
and laid down on my side as well.

I grabbed and squeezed his buns, and pressed his body to mine while sharing
another kiss. Fuck, he really felt hot! Or was it just heat from the
fireplace? Well, at that moment I really couldn't care less! We were still
kissing when Nick reached down and started unbuckling my belt and fly of my
jeans. For a moment we stroked each other, but then Nick broke our kiss and
moved down. It wasn't even 48 hours since he last had my dick in his mouth,
but when I felt his velvety soft lips on my cockhead, I was almost ready to
nut! I resisted that urge by focusing on unbuttoning my shirt, it was hard
to concentrate though! For entire 3 minutes that took me to complete that,
Nick was very busy. He used his little wet tongue on the underside of my
shaft, sucked my balls and took my rod all the way down to his throat. When
I looked up after baring my chest I was treated to the hot sight of a
thirteen year old boy with my dick between his stretched full lips. His
cheeks were red and glistening and he had a little tears from all the
effort in the corners of his eyes.

"Take it easy Nicky. Take my pants off and let me kiss those sweet lips!"

"Okay uncle, but no games today, just fuck me hard and cum inside me!"

I pressed our hot bodies together and turned us around on a bear rug, so
that Nick was underneath me. Unconsciously, I began grinding my dick on his
as we were dueling with our tongues. He put his legs around my hips and
moaned into my mouth as he squeezed my pecks. I couldn't take it anymore. I
forgot about bringing lube, but I thought my cock is already dripping
precum. So I grabbed my dick and aimed at his bum. At first I just made few
thrusts, sliding it across his sweaty crack. Then I decided to go for
it. There was a bit of resistance until my dick head made it past his
sphincter, but then my rod sank in his hole like a hot knife in the
butter. We both exhaled with satisfaction and for a moment remained
perfectly still.

"Welcome back." - moaned Nick.

"It's great to be back!" - I replied.

I began pumping away. Nick's moans got louder and he pressed his legs even
tighter around my waist. The waves of heat from the fireplace made us sweat
even more than we normally would, so soon our hair was damp and little
drops of my sweat were dripping on his face. As I plowed him harder and
faster, taking my dick completely out and then slamming it back, Nick
cuddled his head into my chest and started sucking the sweat off my
nipples. After a while I pushed myself in and stopped completely, to have a
moment of rest. I grabbed Nick's face and gave him long kiss with a lot of
tongue. Then I slid my hand down from his neck, across the chest and tummy,
until it reached his thigh. Then I smiled at him and slapped his buttcheek.

"Ow! What was that?"

"It was me slapping your ass, so it clams down at my cock like a vice." - I
explained and slapped him once again, which felt as amazing as the first
time.

"Would you stop doing that and get on with cumming? I want to get off
already!"

"That's not a nice way of asking, Nick." - I teased and slapped him
again. This felt too good to be over that quickly.

"Just start fucking, Jesus!"

I slapped his ass once again and chuckled. Then something unexpected
happened. It was like being struck by the lightning! Nick's hand moved from
left to right in front of me and the stinging pain spread across my
cheek. His eyebrows were frowned.

"Now that you know how being slapped around feels, will you finally move?"

I was speechless. I still couldn't comprehend what just happened. To that
point I thought I was the one calling shots in our relationship. But if
Nick could bitch slap me instead of asking nicely for my cock when it was
denied to him, maybe he just let me think that I was in charge? Anyway, not
wanting to be slapped again, I returned to fucking him, or rather
jackhammering him since in the end his cheekiness impressed me and turned
me on. Nick closed his eyes and with a content look on his face he gave in
to an orgasm. When his ass muscles squeezed my cock, I started shooting as
well. Gasping, I put my weight on his body and pressed my cheek to his. For
a few seconds there was a complete silence.

Then, out of blue my stomach growled for about five seconds. Nick looked at
me surprised and then we started giggling.

"I need something to eat, I completely forgot!"

"Bring it over here. We'll have an indoor picnic!"

"Sure, whatever you'll say." - I replied and got up, hoping for no
avalanches from now on. And maybe for some more bitchslaps too!