“For fucks sake!” Brian cursed as he fell over for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “I’m never going to get the hang of this!” 

Justin laughed as he took Brian by the hand and helped him back to his feet. “Can’t we just go back to the lodge and fuck?” Brian pleaded.

“We did not come on a ski trip to fuck,” stated Justin, “This may surprise you but we actually came here to ski.” Brian muttered something under his breath, but Justin chose to ignore it. 

Just to piss Brian off even more, Justin skied off down the mountain with expertise, occasionally glancing back to stick his tongue out. “Smart-ass mother fucker.” Brian thought to himself as he tried to pursue Justin. Justin stopped halfway down the slope to allow Brian to catch up with him. 

After five more tumbles Brian finally made it to the smirking blond. “Fuck this!” Brian complained as Justin tried to help him along only for both of them to fall on their asses. “Right!” Brian grumbled kicking off his skis, “I’ve had enough, come on.” 

He tucked the skis under his arm and grabbed Justin by the hand. “This way!” Brian trampled through the snow pulling Justin along behind him.

“Brian, where are we going?” Justin asked nervously. Brian didn’t answer but just made his way, almost dragging Justin, into the stretch of towering pine trees. 

Once they were quite deep in to the forest Brian stopped abruptly and released Justin from his tight grip. “I guess this spot will have to do.” Brian said as he looked around.

“Do? Do for what?” asked a puzzled Justin.

“A blow in the snow.” Brian replied a smile materializing. 

Justin burst out laughing, “You can not be serious Brian.”

“I’ve been freezing my cock off all day, and now it is in need of your services to warm it up.”

“But it’s almost dark Bri, we really should be getting back,” worried Justin.

“Come on Sunshine,” coaxed Brian, “Besides, you owe me for the hand job last night remember?”

“Well…” Justin started his doubts soon dismissed, as Brian began to unbutton his pants. Justin knelt down in the snow in front of Brian and assisted him in the pants unfastening. 

Brian leant back against one of the trees and gasped as he felt Justin’s warm, velvety, mouth surround his hard-on. Brian ran his fingers through the silky blond hair as Justin’s head bobbed up and down. 

Brian let out a final moan and came, fast and deep in Justin’s throat. Justin swallowed every drop of Brian's sweet come as he stood up so that he was face to face with a panting, but much more cheerful Brian. Brian caressed Justin’s cheek fondly and drew him in for a hot-blooded kiss. 

“We really must get back now,” Justin sighed as he looked up into the shadowy sky. Brian put his arm around Justin and they began their journey through the trees and back to the lodge. 

A rumbling sound suddenly filled the air and the two men looked around them warily. 

“Fuck!” Brian shouted as he saw a cascade of snow heading directly towards them, “Avalanche!” 

They tried to run but the snow mercilessly chased them. “Brian!” screamed Justin, as the snow seemed to absorb him. 

“No!” Brian cried as he too was swallowed up by the ruthless snow.