Single Blanket

I am in hell. When this affair began the weather was cold but clear. Illya checked the weather forecast and told me there was a storm front due to hit the area in two days. It got here sooner. Now we are trapped in a tiny hunter’s cabin. I honestly thought we were going to die when the blizzard hit. It was only luck that brought us to this cabin. There was a small pile of wood near a potbellied stove but not enough to do more than take the chill off. While Illya was building the fire I looked around and found a small pantry with a few cans of survival food. We warmed a can of stew and opened another of brown bread. Not exactly the Ritz but at least we don’t have to go to bed hungry. So what is the problem you ask? One single bed, one single blanket, one very cold night, one Ice Prince and one closeted Queen. So here I lay, next to Illya, trying to ignore the erection that being so close to him is causing. He keeps snuggling up closer to me, mumbling something about body heat. If he doesn’t stop rubbing against me he is going to have more body heat than he knows what to do with. This is going to be one long, painful night. Maybe it would have been better if we had frozen to death out there in that blasted blizzard.

I am in heaven. When the blizzard hit a full day early and caught us out in the open I actually feared for our lives. If we had not stumbled upon a hunting cabin I am not sure we would have survived. But we did and now we are out of the weather. In the morning, if the snow is still falling we will have to try and get more wood so we can keep the cabin warm. Napoleon says there are enough canned goods to last us for several days if we are careful. By then, the blizzard will have passed and U.N.C.L.E. will be able to find us. For now I have a full stomach, a warm bed and Napoleon to snuggle up against. What more could I ask for? I shouldn’t tease him so but I can’t seem to help myself. I have been forced to watch him seduce every woman who has crossed his path since we were first partnered; I have spent many nights in my lonely bed thinking of him while pleasuring myself so it only seems fair that I should get a little payback. I figured out that Napoleon was not what he appeared to be rather early in our partnership; I am a spy after all. I thought about letting him know that I too was not entirely heterosexual but he was so determined to be straight who was I to disturb his perfect self delusions. I have noticed him watching me lately and I recently have been dropping small hints that I would be interested in something more than friendship but so far he has been abysmal in catching my hints. I really can’t be blamed for taking advantage of this situation we find ourselves in and turning the tables on my partner. Although I must admit that when I rubbed my leg against his erection, my own member became somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe now would be a good time to drop another hint. After all there are better ways to keep warm than feeding hard to find wood into a potbellied stove.