Let It Snow

By Debbie

EMAIL: Debbie


The snow was falling even heavier than it had ten minutes ago. Jim stood at the balcony windows, watching the white flakes. It was accumulating on the ground and on the streets. Jim tore his eyes from the scene, not wanting to risk zoning out on the individual flakes. He walked over to the cordless phone, pushing the speed dial for Blair's office at Rainier. He hoped his lover had enough sense to stay where he was.

"Blair Sandburg."

"Good, you're there. Don't venture out. It's snowing harder than it was just ten minutes ago."

"Gee, not only are you my personal blanket, my thermometer and my Blessed Protector, but now you're my own weatherman. I do have windows in my office, Jim. I can see the snow falling. I thought I would venture out in a little while so I could get home. I don't want to spend the night away from you." There was a slight whine in Blair's voice at the end of his speech.

"No! Stay in your office. The streets will be as slippery as hell and all it would take would be one stupid driver to wipe you out."

"Jim, Jim. You worry about me too much. I'll be careful, I'll drive slowly and I'll stay on my cell phone the entire trip. How about that?"

Jim seemed to consider Blair's conditions. He still didn't want to chance it. All it would take was some slip-up…

"Wait a while, baby. Or maybe I could come to you. We could both spend the night in your office."

"No, Jim. If I'm not driving in this stuff, neither are you. The same things could happen to you."

Jim knew Blair's logic was sound. He really didn't have a case. If they stayed in constant contact…

"Okay, baby. I don't want us apart either. Is your cell phone fully charged?"

"Yep. I made sure it was this morning. And I haven't used it at all today."

"As soon as you get into your car, call me. Before you start your car, connect it to the hands-free headset so we can keep in touch on your slow drive home. You understand that, baby?"

"Yeah, Jim. I understand perfectly. I'll talk to you soon. I love you, honey."


It took Blair almost an hour to make a trip it usually took no more than a half an hour to make. But he made it home in one piece, without incident. He disconnected the headset and the cell phone and got out of his car. He got inside the building, noticing it was still snowing. He was glad he was home. And maybe they would get lucky and have several days of snow and no way to leave the loft. He could think of several fun things he and Jim could do to pass the time. Most of which didn't even require them getting out of bed. Blair laughed as he bounded up the stairs to the third floor, full of energy and needing to see his love.

Jim heard when Blair pulled into the parking lot beside the building. He smiled and let out the breath he had been holding. Even though Blair and he had kept up a running dialogue between them, Jim was worried that something could happen.

By extending out his hearing, Jim heard Blair practically skipping up the stairs, laughing. Jim's smile became wider, happy Blair was home. He walked over to the door, opening it just as Blair reached the door. Blair practically jumped into Jim's arms and Jim buried his face in the riot of curls that were all over the place.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." Blair kept repeating the words. Jim chuckled and pulled them both inside the loft, kicking the door closed with his foot.

"I'm glad you're home, baby. I was worried, even though we were talking with each other the whole way."

"I was a little worried too, hon. Now, it can snow all it wants to. I have all kinds of fun things we can do together, without leaving the bed."

"I like the way you think. Let's get you warmed up, I'll finish dinner and we can eat by the fire."

"Sounds romantic, Jim." Blair pulled out of Jim's hold, taking off his coat and going upstairs to put on sweats. Jim watched Blair going up the stairs, then turned to finish the dinner he was preparing -- spaghetti. He checked on the garlic bread, pleased it would be okay for a few minutes.

He went to start a fire in the fireplace, making sure it would give off enough heat for Blair. Blair came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the taller man. "I do love you."

Jim turned around in Blair's arms, lifting his hands to stroke Blair's face. "I love you too." Jim leaned in to kiss Blair, holding the young man as close as he could. They only broke apart when they needed air.

"I'm already warmer, thanks to your body."

"Glad I could oblige, baby. Dinner is almost ready. Why don't you set things up over here and I'll bring it over when it's ready?"

Blair kissed Jim again, not wanting to let him go. But he finally did, pushing Jim towards the kitchen and following behind, watching Jim's ass. And a mighty fine ass it was too. Blair got the plates, silverware and wine glasses, and a bottle of their favorite wine, taking it all to place in front of the fireplace. He got a sheet from the spare closet by his former bedroom, spreading it out on the floor.

A few minutes later, Jim came over with the food. They sat down, side by side, dishing up the food on the plates and feeding each other, while sipping at the wine. They were able to watch as the snow continued to fall outside, but they were together, safe, and warm inside. A perfect combination.

When they finished eating, Jim took the dishes into the kitchen, while Blair poured more wine for them both. Jim came back to sit down beside Blair. Blair handed him the glass of wine and Jim made a toast.

"To my love, may you never be caught in the snow without me by your side."

"To my love, may I never be alone ever again in my life."

They drank the wine, continuing to watch outside as the snow fell. Blair snuggled up close to Jim and Jim put his arm around Blair. Blair rested his head on Jim's chest, closing his eyes. "I love this."

Jim hugged Blair, kissing the top of his head. He knew they would have to move upstairs before either of them fell asleep. Jim finished the last of his wine and placed both glasses off to the side. He turned his head to whisper in Blair's ear. "You want to take this upstairs?"

Blair only nodded against Jim's chest but made no move at all. Jim shook his head and started to get up, rousing Blair at the same time.

"Okay, okay, man. Just give me a minute here." Blair scrambled to his feet, turning to help Jim to his feet, and then pulling the older man to him for another kiss.

Jim loved it when Blair was passionate. He knew it was going to be an eventful night. He patted Blair on the butt.

"Why don't you go on upstairs, get ready and I'll make sure everything's secure down here and take care of the fire?" Jim gave Blair's butt another pat.

"Okay, hon. But don't be too long or I'll start without you."

"Yeah, like you'd even think about doing that." Jim laughed at the notion.

"Hey, I'll have you know I've thought about it." Blair was laughing also.

Jim turned Blair around and sent him towards the stairs leading to their bedroom. "I'll be up there before you can miss me."

Blair turned back to face Jim, throwing him a kiss and then heading upstairs to their bedroom. Jim smiled and cleaned up the rest of the floor in front of the fireplace, placing the sheet on the chair there. He put the dishes in water, locked up, secured the doors and windows, and turned out all the lights except the one in the kitchen. He made his way upstairs, noticing Blair watching him from between the rails. Yes, it was going to be an eventful night.