Post-sexed on the cabin’s only bed, he whispered, “I’ll be hibernating soon. Six to seven months. What do you think of that?”
I smelled our homoerotic stench of sweat and semen mixed together, loving it. “I can work over the winter, save some of my money, and maybe convince Howard Steinmann, the owner of this cabin, to sell it to me. You and I can start repairs in the spring.”
He chuckled, drawing fingertips against my chin. “You’ve already thought about this, haven’t you?”
“It might have crossed my mind.”
He kissed me and said, “You’re a good man for putting up with me.”
“Men who love each other will do that. It comes with the territory.”
Timber pulled me closer to his naked frame, kissed my neck, and asked, “So, you’ll eventually move up here to the Deep, even if you want to live i
