Derrick stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows of the master bedroom. Cooper was in the shower. Over the soft hissing of the water, Derrick looked out over the frozen landscape. He wished it was summer. In summer the two men would open the windows and listen to the loons calling on the lake. Loons had always been special to them.
Coop came out of the shower area of the open bath in the corner of the bedroom. He was drying his hair. Derrick smiled as he walked toward him. The man was beautiful: broad shoulders, narrow waist, legs of a skier, deep chest covered in soft dark hair and well defined arms. Derrick had a sudden longing to be held in those arms right then.
His eyes were drawn to the thick triangle of black pubic hair. Almost black anyway, the fact that it was wet darken
