Touching Frost (A Crack in the Ice: Post-Apocalyptic Tales of Man-Love Book 2) Read online

  Touching

  Frost

  By

  Leigh Harde

  Copyright © 2016 by Leigh Harde

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Touching Frost

  Chapter One

  It was the old nightmare. Tumbling over and over. Jarring, searing white hot pain. Then darkness. Elijah Frost opened his eyes. For a moment, time seemed to reverse itself. He was twelve years old again and back in the hospital. Panicking, he fought to sit up.

  A gentle hand on his chest pushed him down to the bed and a soothing voice said.

  “It’s ok. Don’t try to move.”

  Elijah’s head was pounding and the room was spinning. He felt sick to his stomach. He concentrated and forced his eyes to focus through the pain. The man who spoke was wearing a white lab coat like a doctor. He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders and dirty blond hair that curled and framed the flawless features of his face. Elijah immediately noticed that he was very handsome, but what grabbed his attention and held it were the man’s eyes. One was green, and one was blue. It was his only imperfection. He still had a hand on Elijah’s chest.

  It all came rushing back to him at once. Out of food, they were forced to forage for supplies. It had been ten months since the Impact and that was the first and only time that they had ventured from the safety of the bomb shelter.

  Elijah was a history teacher at the high school when it happened. After the meteor hit Asia, it set off a catastrophic freezing event that killed most of the life on the planet’s surface. He and nine other people made it to the school’s bomb shelter just as the flash freeze began. They thought that they were the only ones that had survived. But they were wrong.

  “Where am I? Where are the others?” Elijah asked, but he was afraid he already knew the answer.

  The man’s face twisted with sympathy, and the thumb of his big hand gently rubbed back and forth on Elijah’s chest through the hospital gown he was wearing. “I’m sorry. You were the only one we found alive.”

  Mitch “Mayor” Reid watched as the young man’s face crumbled, and he began to sob quietly. He wasn’t handsome or ugly, just plain with dark brown hair and eyes. He really wasn’t exceptional at all except for his scars. They covered one side of his face starting from his temple where the bullet had grazed him and disappeared under the neck of his hospital gown. The small man’s long brown bangs hung forward over his bent face. Mitch lifted his hand from Elijah’s chest and used his thumb to wipe away a tear trekking its way through the puckered skin of his left cheek. Elijah raised his eyes, startled, and Mitch removed his hand.

  “Two of my men found you after the Marauder’s slaughtered your group,” Mitch said. “They brought you back here with them.”

  “Where are we?” Elijah asked glancing around the room.

  “The Colony. We’re an underground bioengineering facility. I’m Mitch Reid, but everyone calls me Mayor.”

  “Why?” Elijah asked.

  Mitch cocked his eyebrow. “Why, what?”

  “Why do they call you Mayor?”

  “It’s a nickname I got when I was an RA in college. The guys on my floor gave it to me.” Mitch smiled, but his eyes were serious. “They said I liked to be in charge.”

  Something in the big man’s smile and tone made Elijah feel uncomfortable. He shifted in the bed and groaned as the pain and nausea intensified. They were in what looked like a hospital room, and the Mayor rose and gathered some supplies from one of the cabinets. He began to prepare an injection.

  “You know you were lucky. The bullet only grazed you. Head wounds bleed a lot, so they probably thought you were dead.” He shrugged his large shoulders as he tapped twice on the syringe and squirted some of the liquid back out. “Of course, maybe they just didn’t want to waste another bullet and figured the cold would finish you off.”

  “Why did they attack us?” Elijah asked as the Mayor walked back toward him. “We were just looking for supplies in the school.”

  “Marauders are scavengers,” he said. “They take who and what they want and kill anyone that gets in their way.” He sat down on the chair beside the bed. “They probably didn’t know about the bomb shelter, or they would have attacked it a long time ago.” Mitch noticed Elijah’s fingers anxiously plucking the corner of his blanket, and he covered his smaller hand with his own.

  “Don’t worry,” Mitch said and gave his hand a little squeeze. “You’re safe here. The Colony is separated from their Camp by mounds of deep snow we call the Drifts. So far they haven’t attempted to make it through them.”

  Mitch released Elijah’s hand and injected his IV with the medicine in the syringe. “We’ve been monitoring their movement,” he said. “That’s how we found you.” He stood up as Elijah’s eyes started to close. “Rest now. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

  It had been a long day, and Mitch was glad to be heading back to his quarters. He needed some stress relief after having to tell the young guy with the sad eyes and ruined face—shit, he didn’t get his name—that he was the only one that had survived. It wasn’t true either, but it was kinder than having to explain that several of his people had been taken to the Camp to be used as the Master’s playthings.

  Mitch opened the door to his quarters and quietly crept inside. He kicked off his shoes and removed his clothing, neatly folding it, and placing it on the kitchen counter to deal with in the morning. His quarters were the most elaborate in the Colony with a full size kitchen and dining room connected to an open living space. To the left was a hallway with two bedrooms and a bathroom. And at the end of the hall was a master bedroom that contained another full bath. He walked naked down the hallway enjoying the cool air on his skin, his huge cock already semi hard with anticipation.

  He entered his bedroom. The table lamp was on, and he saw that Grant was asleep on his stomach, sprawled naked across the large round bed that took up most of the room. He had kicked his blanket off in his sleep. The Mayor grabbed some lube from the nightstand and coated his penis with it. Slowly stroking himself, he admired Grant’s muscular back and ass.

  Grant already had one leg hiked, and the Mayor crawled over his sleeping form. He lined his penis up with Grant’s anus and slowly pushed in.

  Grant Spencer woke up quick when the Mayor’s penis started to enter his ass. They had been lovers for years, but it was still an effort to take his giant cock without any preparation which is why he didn’t provide any. The Mayor liked to watch him struggle and moan as his body tried to accept the invasion, and Grant didn’t disappoint. His body tensed, and his hands grabbed at the bed sheets. He pushed his butt up higher trying to find some relief, but it only allowed the Mayor to sink his thick cock even deeper inside him. Grant moaned painfully as the Mayor began thrusting inside him. His big balls slapped against Grant’s ass with each hard stroke.

  Eventually the pain turned to pleasure as it always did, and Grant was m
oaning for a different reason. He wished he could masturbate himself or a least hump against the bed, but he knew better. The Mayor had made it clear that the first time they had sex each night, Grant was to come just from the feel of his thickly veined cock sliding in and out of his ass. The Mayor changed the angle of his thrusts hitting his prostate just right with each stroke. Grant could feel his orgasm building, and his body tensed.

  The Mayor could tell Grant was close, and he pounded him harder until he felt his ass spasm around his cock. Only then did he allow himself to come.

  After he emptied his seed deep into Grant’s bowels, he helped him turn onto his side. The Mayor spooned him making sure to keep his softening penis inside his body. He was big enough that he didn’t have to worry about slipping out, and they both liked to sleep that way. Grant turned his head toward him and they kissed.

  The Mayor reached over Grant and turned off the light then snuggled close to his back. He cupped his cock and balls possessively with his hand.

  “How’s the boy doing?” Grant asked.

  “Better than I thought he would,” the Mayor said sounding groggy.

  “So are you claiming him?”

  Grant’s question hung in the darkness. The Mayor had allowed him to be brought to the Colony. He was his responsibility now, and he took his responsibilities seriously. He thought about his too thin body from lack of nutrition, his nondescript features, and his terrible scars. “I already have,” he told him and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Two

  Elijah woke to a different nightmare this time. And like the old one, it was just as real. He relived it in his head once again in his first waking moments. He and Nathan and a couple of the others had gone out searching for supplies. The Marauders ambushed them inside the school. They were forced at gunpoint to lead them back to the bomb shelter where everyone was waiting inside. The Marauders marched them out onto the snow and had them kneel. Elijah was the first one they shot. He remembered being so angry that after everything he had lived through this was how he was going to die. He heard screams and several more shots before he completely blacked out.

  He shook his head and wiped tears from his eyes. Elijah didn’t really get close to anyone. Not even the group he had lived with after the Impact. But he did care, and he certainly didn’t want anything bad to happen to them.

  Since the car accident that killed his parents and disfigured his face, he found it hard to be around people. They either looked at him with horror or pity or both, and he would try to go unnoticed if possible sinking into the background.

  He was twelve and sent to live with his alcoholic uncle after the hospital released him. His uncle wasn’t a bad person, just completely unprepared to care for a child. Mostly ignored, Elijah could remember as a kid just wanting someone to hug him. It was so bad sometimes that he would wrap himself tightly in his blanket at night and pretend that his mom was still there.

  He thought about the big man who visited him last night, the Mayor. He didn’t seem at all bothered by his scars. Actually, it surprised Elijah so much when he touched his cheek that it distracted him from his grief. As a matter of fact, the Mayor seemed to like touching him. It wasn’t something that Elijah was used to. People normally avoided even brushing against him almost like he was diseased. He had to admit, the Mayor’s touch had been strangely comforting.

  Elijah heard the door open and a slender young man entered the room carrying a tray. “Hi, I’m Jessie,” he said with a smile. “How are you feeling?” Jessie had shoulder length light blond hair and big blue eyes. He moved gracefully as he pulled a portable table over the bed and laid the tray on top. “Brought you some breakfast if you feel like eating.” Elijah was literally starving, but he had another pressing matter at the moment.

  “Hi, I’m Elijah. I’m sorry, but I have to… Is there anywhere….?” Elijah was starting to blush, and Jessie saved him from his embarrassment by saying, “Oh yes, the restroom’s right in there.” He indicated a closed door to the side of the room. Jessie quickly moved the table back out of the way. He put a slender arm around Elijah’s waist and helped him up from the bed then grabbed his IV and walked with him to the restroom.

  Elijah was small framed, but he felt big next to Jessie. He tried not to lean on him too much for fear he would pull the little man down. “Thanks,” Elijah said at the entrance to the restroom. “I’ve got it from here.” He took the IV from Jessie and closed the door. Jessie was waiting on him when he came back out and helped him back into the bed.

  “How do you still have power and running water?” he asked. Elijah’s face was filled with awe. “It’s like a miracle.”

  “Oh, the Colony was built to last in an emergency,” Jessie said. “We have geothermal energy for power, and heated cisterns for water.” Jessie pulled the table back over the bed and removed the lid on the tray. Elijah couldn’t believe his eyes. Fresh vegetables and real meat.

  “How?” he asked and started eating before Jessie had a chance to answer. Jessie giggled. “Slow down. There’s plenty.”

  When Jessie Taylor left Elijah, he headed to the break room for some coffee and company. Coffee was actually one staple that they had well supplied before the Impact, and they took advantage of it while they still could. Cole and Grant already had mugs and were leaned against the counter talking. “Morning,” he said brightly.

  “Morning,” they replied in unison. He subtly checked out Cole as he poured coffee into his mug. Cole Mathews was his obsession. He was lean and manly with shaggy light brown hair. He always looked like he needed a shave. Jessie could feel Cole’s eyes on him as well and made sure to push his little bubble butt out some as he put creamer in his coffee.

  Cole’s hazel eyes flicked to his rear and back up. “How’s the kid?” he asked. Cole and Grant were the ones who found Elijah and brought him back to the Colony.

  “He’s good,” Jessie said. “Poor thing was starving. I didn’t think he would ever stop eating.”

  “I bet,” Cole said. “They were all malnourished. I just wish we had known about the bomb shelter sooner...”

  “Well,” Grant said with a sigh breaking their gloomy silence. “I guess I need to get to the lab.” He sat his mug on the counter. “The Compound requested more antibiotics for the next trade.” The Compound was a secret government bunker designed to protect top level military personnel. It and the Colony were both underground and built by the government to complement each other in an emergency situation. They were a half mile apart and traded goods for survival.

  “You coming?” Grant asked Jessie. Jessie was his lab assistant.

  “I’ll be there in a minute,” he said. “I’m just going to finish my coffee.” Grant nodded and left. Jessie took Grant’s place next to Cole.

  It was right before lunch when Mitch went to check on Elijah. Jessie had told him earlier that he was doing well and had eaten breakfast. Mitch knocked softly on the door to his room and entered. He immediately noticed that Elijah’s face was tensed, and he was making little distressed noises. Worried, Mitch rushed to his bedside and realized he was having a nightmare. He sat down in a chair beside the bed and leaned close to Elijah’s sleeping form. “It’s ok,” he soothed using his fingertips to lightly brush Elijah’s hair back from his forehead.

  Elijah opened panicked eyes, but his breathing calmed once he realized it was the Mayor that had woken him.

  “You were having a nightmare,” the Mayor said. His face was close to Elijah’s, and he continued stroking his hair.

  “Yeah, it happens a lot,” Elijah said softly, staying still and looking up at him.

  “Was it about what happened with the Marauders?” he asked.

  “Not this time.” Elijah closed his eyes and took a breath. “The car accident.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  Elijah wasn’t sure he could. It was too painful. But he could hear the concern in the Mayor’s voice, and it made him want to try. He kept his eyes closed and spoke in mon
otone.

  “We were leaving one of my football games,” he said. “The roads were icy, and my dad lost control of the car. We went off an embankment. The car caught on fire. My parents died, but me…”

  Elijah opened his eyes and gave a short bark of laughter. He put his hand to his cheek. “It’s why I’m so handsome.”

  “Don’t do that.” The Mayor said angrily and grabbed his hand. Elijah’s eyes widened, and his mouth made a little o shape.

  The Mayor leaned forward and Elijah flinched back, but all he did was press his lips to Elijah’s scarred cheek. When he pulled back, a flood of tears filled Elijah’s eyes and spilled down his face. The Mayor wrapped his big arms around him and pulled him close as heart-wrenching sobs wracked his entire body.

  When the Mayor kissed his cheek, Elijah came apart. No one had kissed him since he was twelve, and his skin felt starved for human contact. It was too much to take in, and he couldn’t process it. He buried his head in the Mayor’s chest and cried and cried while the Mayor rubbed his back and told him it was ok.

  When he was finally able to regain some control and his sobs turned to little hiccups, the Mayor pulled back. Elijah was embarrassed. He hung his head until the Mayor put a hand under his chin and raised it. The Mayor held his eyes as he ghosted his lips against Elijah’s.

  “I think we can get rid of this now,” he said when he pulled away. He walked to the other side of the bed to remove the IV from Elijah’s arm. Elijah sat numb and brushed his fingertips across his lips.

  It was Cole’s night with the Mayor, and he faced it with an equal mixture of excitement and dread. He was completely naked, as sternly requested, and sitting on the edge of the big round bed in the master bedroom.

  He thought about how his life had changed since the Impact. Cole had been laid off from the city’s street department, and a temp service had sent him to the Colony to fill in as security until the regular security detail returned. He had worked there less than a week when the Impact occurred.