The month of December in central Maine is fucking cold. Let there be no mistake about that. As Logan Temple walked briskly back to his dorm one afternoon not only could he see his breath, but it turned into tiny ice droplets before evaporating, while each intake of oxygen through his nose burned his nostrils. It was the first time this boy from California wondered why the hell he had chosen to go to college in Maine.
It was the week of final exams, the last few days of college before the semester ended and the campus shut down completely for a month. Logan had just finished his Math exam, required of every freshman, and he knew he had aced it. That was a good thing considering he was majoring in accounting and finance. Logan had always liked numbers, had been fascinated by them actually, so it seemed a natural fit to major in something he wanted to deal with for the rest of his life.
He arrived back at his room to find it already occupied by his roommate and best friend Aidan Simmons, who had obviously finished the exam early, sitting on the bed resting his back against the tall, narrow drawer that bordered between his desk and the bed.
Aidan lifted his head and, judging by Logan's expression, knew immediately his friend was cold. "It's a bitch out there isn't it?" he asked, knowing full well the answer.
"Fuck yes. What the hell?" Logan answered, tossing his backpack angrily to the floor and blowing into his hands. "I've never been so cold in my life. It's fucking crazy up here. How the hell do people live like this?"
"Ha! Welcome to New England, my friend. Nobody goes outside much until the end of March," came Aidan's reply. "Why do you think everyone around here is so miserable all the time? Cold and lack of sunlight will turn anyone into an asshole."
"Well, no offense, but I can't wait to get the hell out of here and back to sunny California." Logan had crossed the room and was now standing next to the heater that ran along the floor under the large picture window that accompanied each dorm room.
"Speaking of that," Aidan began, putting aside the history notebook he was studying. Swiveling around on his bed, he sat on the edge and looked over at his roommate. "I've been thinking about something."
"Oh shit -- again?" Logan said sarcastically, staring out the window at the frozen lake in the distance.
"Ha-ha," his friend answered dryly. "It isn't about sex this time. Well...at least, not directly." Aidan started chuckling as he stood up.
Logan looked over to see the familiar twinkle in Aidan's eyes that was always present when he was up to something mischievous. "Well? What is it?"
"I think you should come and stay with me over semester break." Aidan stood in the center of their room and tried hard not to look like he was pleading. Truth was, he had been thinking about this since they had returned from Thanksgiving break, but it never felt like the right time to discuss the possibility.
Logan stared at his roommate for quite a while in silence, considering what Aidan had just said and trying to work it out in his mind. Finally, he shook his head. "I can't. There's no way. My folks are expecting me home for Christmas, and I can't spring this on them with less than a week to go." His disappointment was evident.
This was exactly the reaction Aidan had been anticipating and was prepared for just such a discussion. "So?" he argued. "Go home and spend Christmas with your folks. Stay for New Year's too if you want. Then come to Massachusetts and stay with me until the spring term begins. That would give us over two weeks together."
Logan looked as though he had been slapped in the face. It had never occurred to him that he could accomplish both things. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He could fly home for the holidays and then have the rest of break to hang out with his best friend. It was genius. Yet, just as he grew excited, another more pressing matter entered his mind. "How cold does it get in Massachusetts?"
"Hmmm...it's a wicked pisser," he said, although with his New England accent it came out as "wicked pissa." He continued, "So, about the same as here. Maybe a few degrees warmer." When Logan's expression turned sour, Aidan pressed on with a twinkle and a smile. "At least we'd have each other to keep ourselves warm."
Logan still looked doubtful. "What about your mother? She not going to be around?"
"Yeah, she'll be there but she keeps busy with work, and if you're around I know she'll give us plenty of space." Aidan approached his friend. Wrapping his arms around Logan, they kissed briefly. But when Aidan began kissing and sucking tenderly on his friend's neck he could feel Logan practically melt. The neck was his soft spot and it got him every time.
While Aidan focused attention his on roommate's neck, he paused between each kiss to speak a word. "Please. Come. Stay. With. Me." It was too much for Logan and he turned his face to kiss Aidan fiercely on the lips. The rest of the afternoon passed by very pleasurably for both of them with no mention of the cold again.
Ever since they began college together as roommates in August, Aidan and Logan had been inseparable. They were drawn together initially by all the things they seemed to share in common, including birthdays that were only two days apart in February. Then, they developed a mutual physical attraction for each other which led to them messing around together on a daily basis through various sexual activities.
