Ice Fairy 3: Coming Together: Ice Fairy, #3

By S.L. Danielson

With Olympic Gold in his possession, Sam is the newest darling of the skating world. Brett does his best to be supportive but the brighter the light shines on his boyfriend; the more he is left in the shadows. Cracks appear and the relationship begins to break down. 
Their friends try their best to assist however they can. Their advice and support is crucial when Brett suspects Sam's creepy agent is up to no good; and even more so when a dastardly plot by Sam's own father is uncovered.
Can this couple finally come to terms with fame and find the peace they crave? An offer by Ryan and Caleb might provide the answers they seek...if they're brave enough to take a leap of faith.
Is it too late for Brett and his precious Ice Fairy or can they come together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. L. Danielson
• Release date: Feb 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386996064

S.L. Danielson

S. L. (Stephanie) Danielson began writing at the tender age of five. She knew it was her calling from the moment she put pen to paper. In her teens she began writing alternative works and the genre stuck. She created ever more elaborate tales and finally in her college years began to create works with her new love; male/male romance. She has since written more than 30 works (both solo and collaborations). S. L. is classically trained in business, accounting, and HR/training, possessing both an undergrad and graduate degree. She also owned and operated Romance First Publishing where the ultimate goal is to help other unknown, as well as known authors get their start in the publishing world. Other than writing, her other hobbies include: figure-skating, knitting, painting, gaming, shooting pool, and spending time with her husband and cherished cat. Her blog is www.sldanielsoncom.wordpress.com and her email is [e-mail]

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Dedication: to figure skaters everywhere and boys in love

Ice Fairy 3

Written by: Stephanie (S. L.) Danielson

Edited by: Helgaleena

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by Dan Skinner

Copyright: 2018

Chapter One

Brett curled up on the couch in the basement; waiting for Sam to return from the bathroom. He’d muted the movie they were watching, Star Trek; Into Darkness. It’d become one of their new favorites in the very brief hours that they usually had together now. It was the only saving grace for Brett, who felt not only very left out of Sam’s newly found fame; he felt cracks forming in their nine month old relationship.

He had to chide himself for feeling and sounding like a woman to himself; a woman who missed her man more than anything and wished that they could have a lot more time together. But that just wasn’t happening. Not with how things were now. Brett was in college and was luckily on spring break. But it was only a week. What was a week in the life of his now very famous lover? The one that people called incessantly, especially his agent, or was it his accountant? Maybe his now very famous coach too? Or was it a reporter again?

Whoever the fuck it was, Brett wished they would vaporize. He wanted Sam to himself this evening, if they didn’t mind, thank you very fucking much!

After a grunt of a breath, Brett tried to stave off the headache that gnawed at every muscle and nerve in him. Why did it have to be this way? Everything before the Olympics had seemed so simple. They were a couple of guys in love, just living happily, going to college, skating, having some laughs, seeing their friends, and having sleepovers.

In fact, things had been awesome with Sam’s life; his father had apologized for all that he’d done and said; which wasn’t taken very seriously at first, but he'd convinced them and was back living at home with his wife and daughter. His now very famous son, Sam, was able to buy his own place if he wanted to. He stayed with his folks on a limited basis; the rest was traveling, making appearances, etc. But they weren’t with Brett at his side.

That, worst of all, tore at Brett’s heart. Jealousy. Suspicion that someone else would get to Sam’s heart the way he had, but maybe just did it way better, sans the teasing and tripping and bullying. Would he lose Sam to his newly found fame? It was heading straight to his beautiful head; and Brett hated every bit of it.

With every second that Sam was away from him lately, even though it’d been only two months since the Olympic win and their lives had changed forever...Brett missed his boyfriend. Even now, he wished they could spend the whole week together, uninterrupted; but he knew that was a pipe dream.

He grabbed a throw pillow and leaned his jaw on it, waiting for Sam’s return. As if he’d wished for it, he heard the door close and felt Sam’s strong arms around him once again.

Hey, handsome. Sam straddled over Brett’s lap, after he’d ditched the pillow of course, and they kissed deeply.

Now this was more like it! Holding Sam, getting to touch him, kiss him, taste his lips and his face, feel his body, and savor every cell of him.

Mmm, there’s my Sam. I get to have you in my arms for more than a few minutes. Brett was trying to be a good sport about all of this and to take his lover’s fame in stride. It was still tough, though.

Sam sat back and pouted. Boy, did that guy have such adorable expressions even when he was pouting. I’m here right now, Brett. No one’s calling or bugging me. You have me all to your heart’s content. He leaned in and kissed Brett again; they hung on for a long time after.

Well there was a small blessing anyway; not once had he heard Sam’s phone. Of course, it was likely on silent after the looks he got last time. They’d been interrupted no less than a dozen times on their last date. He could see a few; but that much? Hell no. He figured Sam likely took care of the messages while he was in the bathroom for almost ten minutes.

Putting aside his harsh thoughts on the whole situation, Brett just wanted to soak up all he could of his love. He held Sam close. Stay with me? My folks are good about us being here; you know that. Hell, they buy breakfast for us sometimes. He’d do anything to keep Sam there with him just that much longer.

Brett...

Shit, not this again. The now famous I’d love to but I’ve got a... fill in the blank from there. Photo shoot? Interview? Public appearance? This has gotten too old too fast.

I know, I know, Brett digressed. We can be quick about it though; or just sit down here and hold each other under the blankets. He waggled his brows. Naked of course. He held his lips open, so unsure of what Sam’s reaction would be, he wasn’t sure if he should smile or frown at this point.

Brett... you know I want to... Sam responded slowly, his dark eyes just peeking out from under his dark hair. There was a 'but' coming though; Brett knew it and he expected it. Sam had not been the same since his glorious win and the gold medal that had hung around his neck now dangled between them; not literally, but metaphorically. Though he wouldn’t be at all surprised if Sam wore the damn thing all the time.

Sam, we don’t have to be out in the open here, we could go to the back bedroom or my room... he was desperate just to hold his lover again. It’d been nearly three weeks since they’d been together sexually and he was about at the end of his rope. Dammit, Sam. I need you, alright? I want to make love with you again; it’s been way too long. He didn’t want to beg; but the situation was that bad.

At first, it looked like Sam would turn him down again, because he didn’t respond. But as the seconds passed and their eyes met, it looked like comprehension finally took hold. Sam nodded.

Okay. I miss you too, Brett. Very much. Don’t you think I do too? I love sleeping with you and being naked together; it’s one of my favorite things. Time just...

Brett held up his hand. I know, baby. I know. But right now we’re here, and we’re good, and I want you. He held Sam tighter and massaged his tight body. Damn... am I ever ready. He smiled and felt his cock pushing on his jeans. Upstairs or here?

They kissed deeply and savored each other’s mouths for a long moment before they answered that. It was more of a test to see just how horny the other one was. The answer was: very horny. Sam bucked against Brett and started to unbutton his shirt. Down here. I couldn’t run all the way to your room.

Smiling wide, Brett picked up Sam in his arms and they jogged to the back bedroom, which was at the far corner of the basement, and shut and locked the door behind them.

Not wanting to waste time, Sam stripped off his own shirt and toed off his shoes and socks, and was working on removing his pants and underwear quickly. Brett was just as fast about it, and they were both nude inside of a minute.

Damn, baby. Brett smiled as he took Sam’s body into his arms again and they lay back on the bed, Brett straddling over his lover, kissing him everywhere and running his hands over everything he could. He saw Sam was nearly erect already; but he’d help that for sure. Without waiting, he kissed his way down to Sam’s cock and took it into his mouth, sucking on it like a straw. Sam writhed in his arms and moaned aloud, but it was a happy moan.

Brett....omig....mmm....oooh ooh! Yes! Ahhh ha ha...Brett... Brett glanced up and saw Sam running his fingers through his own hair, anxious to do something with his hands. He’d grip the corners of the pillow or ball his fists; it was a marvelous sight. He massaged the ball sac until it was hard, and when the moment came, he swallowed the load that Sam’s dick delivered. Sweet as could be.

He leaned up a little over Sam, and stroked his lover’s chest. Did that feel good, baby? Brett teased. He knew damn well it did, just by the reaction.

Fuck, are you kidding me? Sam replied, his brow damp with fresh sweat. He held Brett to him and ran his smaller hands all over his body, which Brett adored. He loved Sam’s touch, his feel, his smells, his everything.

Let me suck you now...but just for a minute. Sam had a playful glint in his eye.

Brett cocked a brow. Just for a minute? Why not all the way, hon? He kissed Sam’s soft skin and found he couldn’t stop himself.

Sam sat up in Brett’s arms and kissed him deeper than he ever had before. His entire expression had changed. He looked deadpan serious, and different than Brett had ever seen him before.

I want... Sam licked his lips. I want you to come into me, Brett. I’m ready now.

A euphoric rush went through Brett’s body and he tingled all over. Baby, are you sure?  He cupped Sam’s face and looked into those dark eyes. All he could see was love. It made him gasp for air; he’d never felt like this before.

I’m sure, Brett. I asked the doctor and as long as you don’t go in all the way, I’ll be fine. That was a weird chat to have; but I did it. I did it for me, and for us. He leaned on Brett’s arm and kissed it slowly. I want you inside of me, baby. My hot Brett, shooting your puck... he laughed softly and Brett couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him again.

If you’re sure, baby, I’d love nothing more. Brett was nervous now; they’d never done this. Ever. Ryan had told him the more intimate details of how he and Caleb, who was a full two inches longer, and his weight was 100 pounds more than him, had handled the size difference. He’d found his friend’s advice very helpful; and after some research on the topic, Brett knew he was more than ready.

Well, Sam had stated he wanted to get Brett going first, by sucking on him. A sixty-nine would be perfect for what they wanted. He lay on his side and spun his finger in the air. Turn this way, Sam; I can prep you and you can get him all nice and ready. He licked his lips in anticipation. This was huge for them. They’d held off for so long; now it was finally going to happen!

Sam eagerly started in on Brett’s cock, and used his hands to massage Brett’s firm butt, something which he greatly enjoyed. Brett used his hands in a far more intimate way; he began to put one, then two fingers inside of Sam’s hole, stretching it, preparing it for his larger cock. Sam writhed and moaned, and Brett used his other hand to softly stroke Sam’s fit ass, which was one of his favorite things to do.

Finally, all was set. Brett pulled away, feeling he would come at any moment; and he didn’t want to spoil all the prep work he’d so lovingly done. Sam lay back and propped his legs up high on Brett’s shoulders, and held out his arms; he had tears in his eyes already. Tears of happiness, judging from the huge smile on his lips.

I love you, Brett, Sam whispered as Brett slowly worked his cock inside the warm cavern of Sam’s body.

I love you too, Sam, Brett replied as he kissed Sam’s ankles and gave a little push, which led to another and another until he knew he would come. Sam gasped and moaned and looked like he wasn’t sure how to react; it was a very unique sensation, he was sure. The moment finally came though; and Brett emptied into Sam’s body, and then waited for himself to soften and leave his warm sheath.

Sam gripped Brett’s body, holding him close. That was indescribable, Brett! He wrapped his leg around Brett’s hip and they held on as closely as they could. He stroked Sam’s back and they kissed over and over.

My Sam. He sighed and didn’t know what else to say right now. They’d shared something so personal that both were speechless. He pulled up the covers and made sure they were warm as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter Two

Sam never thought things could be like this for him in his entire life. He had money, he was popular, his father had seen the light and come home again, his sister was doing great, school wasn’t even an issue right now, and he had the most awesome boyfriend a man could ever want. So what was the problem?

It didn’t even take a word to Amber to find out just what was wrong; and that was lack of time, and a swelled ego that’d taken over in Sam’s head. Ever since his first series of commercials and photo shoots; his shyness had been quickly overcome, and Amber’s tongue lashed at him when he began to take calls during their time together, especially when he was with Brett.

Last night had been marvelous; sleeping with Brett again, finally having anal sex for the first time in his entire life, he woke up with such a sense of peace and calmness. But it was short-lived. As they sat together at the breakfast table, Sam’s phone began to go off again, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was his agent, Chad.

I’m sorry, Brett. I gotta take this one. I’ll be right back. Sam exited the table, tucking Brett’s shirt around him. He got an eye roll from Brett before he took it.  He walked to the family room and plopped down on the sofa, tucking the shirt under his butt before sitting down.

I’m here, Chad. What is it? He crossed his legs and listened intently. He watched Brett watching him as if he were an outsider now.

Sam, you’ve got a shot on another commercial for some skates. Can you make it today at 2? They love the outfit you wore in your long program too.

Ah, yeah. I loved that one too. It was the blue one with glittery stones on it. Sure, I can make it. What’s the payout?

Never did Sam see the day he’d be interested in how much money he’d make on a single ad. But he was making so much and had smartly stashed it away for a down payment on a house for himself and Brett.

It’s not bad, Sam. About forty-five. Not bad for an hours work. We get kickbacks from every sale, too.

Sam’s eyes lit up and he shifted his position on the sofa. He saw Brett get up and put their dishes away, and he patted the seat of the sofa, wanting his man to come over.

Nice! Hey, Chad? Think they’d do one with me and Brett? Ya know, for Logo or someone? He wanted his hot boyfriend on film with him too; that’d be awesome.

Brett joined Sam on the sofa and started to pluck at the buttons on Sam’s shirt, slowly undressing him of the only article of clothing he had on. Sam swatted his hand away.

Baby! Not while I’m on the phone, you horndog! He pretended to chastise Brett, but softened his words with a kiss to his lover while holding the phone away. Wanna be in an ad with me?

Today? Brett asked; he seemed kinda interested at least.

"Chad? When can we get one of Brett and me?" He hoped for maybe a sexy magazine layout or something too; show their love to the world.

Not yet, Sam. I’m working on it. You’re hot in the skating world, and you’re getting hotter in the gay world, buddy. I’ve got some calls in. Hang tight, Sam.

Sam pouted. "I want Brett in an ad with me. He’s hot as hell, Chad. Next one I want the both