Chalet times
It was a small hut. Just like Esteban had said. In one of those rich people retreats everybody else called crazy. There was a big main house with a nice gym, library, laundry and the garage.
The huts were scattered around, only walk ways towards them. Esteban had called ahead and somebody had started the fireplace and bought some groceries. One of the services they provided. It was made completely out of thick tree trunks. You opened the door and almost stumbled into the dinner table. Four people could sit on it, in a cozy way. The little kitchen was built like an U, a little breakfast bar having two folding chairs hooked underneath. The living area was next to it. A couch that took over most of the space, as well as the huge book cupboard. There was a tv above the fireplace. The fireplace was able to get used from two sides, the living room and the bedroom, holding a kingsize bed and a closet next to the door. The only other bedroom was behind the kitchen, a little smaller and without heating. Esteban had a portable heater for that one, he would start it the morning his parents would join them for Christmas. The little bathroom had a toilet, a sink and a shower. The things you needed. The stove was with gas. There was electricity, of course, as well as running warm water and wifi. Logan understood why Esteban loved it.
They had spent most of the day outside, building an army of snowmen, visible through the window, before they cuddled up on the couch with some hot chocolate and books.
“Don’t stop.” Logan said to him when they were laying on the bed later, looking into Esteban’s eyes “Just go ahead.” He then said, kissing him deeply. They were laying on their sides, Esteban pulling one of Logan’s legs over his hips, pulling him close. He slid his hand over Logan’s butt, concentrating on Logan’s reaction. He moved his fingers over Logan’s hole, letting him gasp, but he didn’t pull back. Esteban started rimming Logan with his finger a little bit, pushing against the ring of muscle but not entering him. Logan moaned, enjoying the ministrations. Logan pulled back from their kiss, turning his upper body around and getting something from the nightstand’s drawer. Lube. Esteban looked at him for a moment, then spread some over his index finger, giving Logan some time to stop it before sliding his finger over his hole, spreading the lube before pressing against the ring of muscle again. Esteban watched Logan’s face, buried in his neck, his mouth partly open, breathing heavily. He tensed up when the finger moved past the ring of muscles, entering only a little. Esteban kissed Logan’s face, stroking his free hand through his hair. Logan relaxed, but also hugged him closer, trying to get more. Esteban wanted to move his finger further, when he felt Logan pressing himself against it, making him slide in deeper slowly. Logan didn’t stop until he felt the knuckles against himself, having the full finger inside of him. Logan lifted his face from Esteban’s neck, looking at him a little flushed. “Can you move?” Logan asked and Esteban smiled, slowly moving his finger back about half way before sliding back in, repeating the movement a couple times slowly before starting to curl his finger a little, letting Logan moan loudly and rip open his eyes, staring at Esteban, who smiled at him, kissing his forehead. Logan whined, burying his head in Esteban’s neck.
“You want a second one, Cherie?” Esteban whispered and Logan nodded shakily. Esteban used some more lube, entering a second finger inside him. He tensed at first, not used to the stretch, but enjoyed it really soon. Esteban started curling his fingers again, hitting the bundle of nerves inside Logan, letting him moan and mewl, moving his body against Esteban. He came about a minute later, spreading his cum in between them. They laid in a little silence until Logan started kissing Esteban’s chest before looking behind himself, rummaging in the drawer again before pulling out a condom.
“What?” Logan asked, a little bit startled “You don’t want to?”
“Well, I do, I do, are – are you sure?” Esteban stuttered.
“Yes” Logan said and put the condom on Esteban, taking his hand and pulling them around, Esteban laying on top of him. Esteban kissed him deeply, pulling himself onto his elbow, the other hand in between them, slowly moving his tip in between Logan’s cheeks, sliding over his hole a couple of times before entering slowly. He was thicker than the two fingers and longer. He took his time, pushing in slowly until he settled inside Logan. He stayed still, waiting for Logan, who after a while started kissing his neck before they shared a deep kiss. Logan had his hands on Esteban’s cheeks, smiling nervously. Esteban pulled back his hips, sliding back, almost pulling out before stopping and then pushing back forward, burying himself in Logan again. They went slow, Esteban giving Logan the time to get used to him. They didn’t go much faster, kissing a lot in between, Logan came again, followed not long after by Esteban, letting out a loud and long groan. They laid still for a long time, not moving at all.
“Are you alright?” Esteban asked, stroking his cheek.
“Yes” Logan said “Can you move out?” he then asked, his hands starting to shake.
“Of course, of course, give me a moment.” Esteban said, slowly pulling out and got rid of the condom.
When he came back from the bathroom, Logan had turned to the side and curled together. “Hey, what do you need? Logie?”
“I don’t know, it, it, it just feels … empty.”
“Can I hug you, please?” Esteban asked and Logan nodded, Esteban coming, close, running his hand up the side of his body “I’ll lay behind you, okay?” and Logan nodded again. Esteban cuddled up to him from behind, holding him in his arms. Then he heard a sob. “Cherie? Please talk to me, what’s wrong?” Esteban asked and Logan turned around, tears in his eyes.
“Nothing is wrong, Estie, nothing at all.” Logan said, holding his face and kissing him “I just … I didn’t think it would feel like this as well.”
“You didn’t think you would enjoy it?” Esteban asked.
“I don’t know. I – I – I didn’t think I would enjoy it this much.” Logan admitted “I thought I would enjoy blowing you more than having sex with you.”
“Really? But you like it just as much? Or more?”
“Hmm. More.” Logan said.
“Good. I like this more, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I like … that we enjoy it together, you know. It’s not like one is getting it first and then the other, you … we have it together.” Esteban tried to explain.
“Yeah, I know what you mean … now. I really like that, too.” Logan said and cuddled against Esteban, kissing him.
They picked up Sabrina and Laurent from the airport two days later. They celebrated Christmas on the evening of the 24th, as tradition in most of Europe. They gave each other a couple of things, but no excessive spending, as they agreed before.
“Wait for it, I’ve got one more thing.” Esteban said and got up, running out of the room.
“You’re going to love this.” Laurent said to Logan, earning a little shoulder punch from his wife.
“Don’t spoil this for them!” she hissed, not calming Logan at all. Esteban came back a minute later, carrying a little box.
“What the hell is that?!” Logan let out.
“No jewellery” Esteban said smiling and Logan took the box, opening it. It held a little plastic toy.
“A bush?” Logan asked confused.
“Well, it symbolizes a tree.” Esteban said, sitting next to him as if that would explain everything.
“Okay” Logan said, looking at the bush “Well, it is a really pretty bush – tree. I’m just … I’m not sure what to do with it.” Logan said.
“That is because Esteban is terrible at explaining.” Laurent said.
“Esteban told us that you told him about reading some kind of list people do to count as an adult. The only thing missing, apparently, is planting a tree. Now, we know that you don’t have a garden or something, but we thought that, in spring, you could plant a tree in our garden.” Sabrina explained.
“Oh” Logan said, looking at the little plastic bush “You would just … let me plant a tree in your garden?”
“Yes, we will.” Laurent said with a smile “When it’s warmer, of course.”
“Thank – thank you.” Logan said, a little overwhelmed.