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foot on the bed. He reached out and felt the blankets. Elliot moved, the sound of his breathing a welcome comfort. Jens loved sleeping with another person, but in the last few months Bruce hadn’t spent the night. Any thoughts of snuggling were pushed aside as he remembered that he and Elliot didn’t know each other at all. He wouldn’t force himself on this man.
    The shushing sound of the snow falling outside was audible now that neither of them were talking or making any other noise. Jens rolled to his side, turning away from Elliot. He wished he could roll to him or back up and feel the warm press of Elliot’s torso against his. Once he got home, he’d find a guy who actually wanted a real relationship. The last few years had been wasted with Bruce. They’d started off great but had nothing now. He sighed heavily and rolled to his back.
    “I looked while you were in the bathroom. It’s beautiful out there,” Elliot said in a near whisper, his deep voice vibrating all the way through Jens.
    He closed his eyes and rolled to face Elliot. He hadn’t just turned over but actually moved closer to the man, wishing he had the right to move even closer. “When I was a baby, my dad was a ski instructor in Kongsberg, Norway. I grew up in the snow, learning to ski long before I should have been on the slopes.”
    “You don’t really have a pronounced accent.”
    “My mom’s American and my dad a Norwegian, who grew up in England. They were into free love and being themselves, hippies after their time. Anyway, they spoke English at home, so I have an accent when I speak Norwegian.”
    “Your voice really is beautiful. I think I could sit and listen to you talk for hours.”
    He laughed and reached out with his hand, not trying to touch Elliot but needing to be closer to him. “Thanks. I sometimes say things wrong, but I try to get everything right. I’ve been living in America for the last few years. That helps.”
    “So you have dual citizenship?”
    “Actually I’m Norwegian, English, and American.”
    Elliot groaned then snorted.
    “What?” Jens asked.
    “Nothing. It was a very dirty thought, and I’m glad the lights aren’t on. I’d be mortified if you knew what I was thinking. I’m sorry. You’re probably so pissed that you have to share this room with me. I can leave if you want me to.” Elliot rolled away.
    “Wait.” Jens reached out and caught his arm, holding him in place.
    The snow on every surface outside reflected light, allowing him to see Elliot turn to him, a pained expression evident on his face. Jens sat up and moved, his breath stalling as he drew closer. Jens didn’t want Elliot to leave. He wanted to kiss him, but would Elliot be okay with that?
    “Would it be okay if we just laid back down and...I don’t know, maybe I could—God, I’m so bad at this.”
    “I want to kiss you,” Elliot said.
    His gaze shot to Elliot’s, locking on as they both gulped in air. He leaned forward, and Elliot closed the rest of the distance, their lips brushing over each other’s so sweetly, his throat closed up. Elliot moved slowly, his fingers trailing over Jens shoulder and behind his neck. Jens allowed Elliot to lead their movements. He didn’t even realize what Elliot was doing until he was flat on his back, Elliot hanging above him. The light pressure on his mouth increased, and he moaned. Elliot’s tongue licked at his lips, and he opened, allowing Elliot to dip in, brushing his tongue over his. He moaned again and arched his hips up, searching for relief.
    His blood boiled, and heat spiked as Elliot took the kiss deeper. Their tongues swiped against each other, Elliot taking a long lick over his lips before diving back in again. Elliot’s hands skated over his chest, barely touching as he ran his palm over Jens’ pec, brushing against his nipple.
    Jens reached for Elliot and pulled him closer. The sweet speed of their kiss from before was abandoned for wrestling under the covers. He