Clay P.O.V

     Son of a bitch, who the hell was that! I was pissed, on the inside of course, but I mean...come on. I finally got to fool around with Max, something I had been doing in my dreams way more often than I'd like to admit, and some dumb fuck decides its a good idea to prance around, loud as hell, and ruin our post oral sex shower! The nerve of some people.

     Max had completely stiffened in my arms...and not in a good way. He cast a horrified glance back at me with those gorgeous amber eyes, wide with fear at the rather unnerving prospect of getting caught.

     "So, do you wanna place your bet on the folks or Emmy?" I asked. I already knew exactly what he was thinking. I could see it as plainly as if it was written on his face.
     What if our patents found out.

     ...not going to lie, there is a part of me that finds that notion incredibly thrilling. I'm kind of messed up. The other, far more sane part, is picturing the expression on my dad's face if he found out I was taking a sexy shower with his girlfriend's son...it's miraculous how a kind face, understanding, easygoing father could resemble a grizzly bear.

     Oh God! I would get the 'corrupting the innocent' speech that Franky got! I already felt embarrassed and we still didn't know if it actually was our parents in the house or just an incredibly inept burglar and I was hopping it was the latter.

     "What do we do?" Max whispered urgently.

     "If it's our patents we lie through our teeth and it it's a burglar we shoot the basterd."

     Max gave me a rather disapproving look that was adorable. "Good plan." He said sarcastically. He was chewing one is bottom lip nervously.

     In all seriousness though, what did he expect: we creep out into the hall, roll down to the master bedroom, pick the lock and jump out the window, then I'll hot-wire the truck while you keep watch and we get the fuck out of dodge.

     Sounds like a badly writen James Bond movie. Before I could devote more than two brain cells to a plan, the answer came to us in the form of a pretty, familiar voice calling through the door.

     "Drop your cocks and grab your socks! I can't believe you're having shower sex and didn't invite me!"

     Oh thank God it was just Emmy. "Jesus Emmy! You scared the hell out of us! We though it was somebody important."

     She laughed and I heard her pick the lock and swing the door open. "I'm so glad you guys are together!" She sang happily.

     "Emmy!?! What are you doing?! We are in the shower!" Max cried indignantly, covering himself, even though we were behind the curtin.

     "What tipped you off?" I asked Emmy curiously, planting a kiss to the nape of Max's flushed neck, inyending to calm him, but making him shudder ever so slightly. His cheeks we're burning bright red as he leaned further against me.

     "Well," Emmy said in a tone like she was going to regale us with a thrilling tale. "I happened to notice it was first snow and you weren't answering my attempts to contact you via text. I skied over and found all your stuff strewn about near the back door. You really should mop up the melted snow by the way, it's not good for the floors."

     I didn't have to see her to know she was smirking. "I was undoubtedly curious, considering previous...conversations, " again I knew her devious little smirk was curling her smart mouth. "So I crept silently upstairs and low and behold somebody had made quite a mess of the sheets and the function and purpose of a laundry hamper seems to be lost on the two of you since you just let your clothes drop to the floor by the bed."

     "Yes yes, you are very clever. Nice work Sherlock, so you just slammed the door because?" I said rinsing the shampoo out of my hair. Max was looking at me, interested in what Emmy ment when she mentioned my conversation about Max with her. I pretended like I hadn't noticed. The thought of telling Max how rediculously into him I was made my heart pound and my cheeks darken.

     "I wanted to make you guys sweat a bit." Emmy said laughing happily. "So Max what do you think?  Clay's pretty stacked right? Built like a bear and hung like a horse."

     Thank god Max had cover his face in embarrassment, because like that he wouldn't be able to see my own face.

    "Jesus Christ Emmy." I muttered, choosing to hide my own face in the soft skin of Max's neck, maybe tilting his chin up so I could place a few kisses to his throat and Adams apple. I made a mental note the next time she was around Bradly to casually discuss the exact color of her nipples though. Revenge is a dish best served cold.

     "Alright I have clean up to do," I said turning Max to face me, cupping his face and kissing him full on the mouth. I didn't want to leave, fuck that I didn't even want to stop kissing him! If I could have had things my way, I would have stayed in that shower with Max till the water ran cold.

    As it was though, I hopped out and took one of the towels from Emmy, ignoring the steamed vanity she was sitting against, and left the bathroom. "Come on Emmy don't harass Max."

     "You don't want me to scare him away," Emmy asked in a cutesy tone as she jumped on my back and mussed my hair. "I promise I won't harass him that much." She hugged me around the neck, making it rather difficult to dress properly.

     Sitting on my back the whole time, Emmy and I mopped up the wet floor and I threw Max's sheets in the wash. Well I did both actually, Emmy just acted as dead weight.

     "So how did it happen?" She asked for the fifth time.

     "If you really weren't listening the last four times-"

     "Alright don't get so tense I was just confirming." She said passively as she clung to my shoulders.

     I dumped her unceremoniously onto the couch before flopping down next to her. She climbed over top of me and laid against my chest.
     "You know, it's still first snow." She said tantalizingly, tracing the tattooed cross from over my shirt. "Why don't you give Max a taste if the mountains?"
     This was an intresting thought. Max wasn't exactly one for the cold, but he was too damn cute when uncomfortable to not take him with us.
     "It would be a real shame to break the tradition." Emmy said heaving a huge sigh. I cracked a grin as a smirk played around her mouth.
     "Call Bradly." I said sitting up and quickly taking to the stairs. I still had to present the idea to Max.
     He was finishing changing, a towel over his head, when I walked in. He looked around as he pulled his socks on.
     "Do you ski or snowboard?" I figured being blunt would probably be best.
     I watched as his eyes widened slightly. "No, whatever your thinking no. I was outside once today." He said quickly.
     "Yeah, but look how good that ended."
     He tried to bite back a smile and failed, still casting me an aprehencive glance. He shuffled over to me and hid his face in my chest, muffling his half groan, half scream.
     "You are determine to kill me, aren't you!?" He allowed me to wrap him in a hug, not moving. "Snowboard." He muttered after a bit of silence. "If I get killed by a bear ridding moose, I will never forgive you."
     "That's what guns are for," I reassured him, taking his hand and leading him out of the room and down the stairs where Emmy was giggling into the phone. He looked far from ressaured.
     "Bradly will meet us at Bum Fuck Mountain." Emmy said happily hanging up.
     "Bum Fuck Mountain?" Max asked half amused half concerned.
     "It doesn't have a real name. Bradly's oldest brothers named it. Every first snow we go and ski it." Emmy quickly explained. "It's a lot of fun, don't worry."
     "Has anybody ever been eaten by a bear?" Max asked grimacing.
     "Bears are hibernating, it's the moose you really have to worry about." I rolled my eyes at Emmy. She was right of course, but she was making it seem as though we were often picked off by a sniper moose hiding up the mountain.
     "You will be fine." I said trying not to smile at the distressed frown on Max's face. I kissed him on the temple. "I'll make you coffee and then we will go."
                                ~***~
Max P.O.V
     I was starting to understand why it was called Bum Fuck Mountain. It was in the middle of nowhere, much like everything else in this place. I was sandwiched between Clay and Emmy on a snowmobile, zigzagging between snow covered trees and heading up Bum Fuck Mountain.
     It was cold, windy and, though I hated to admit it, it was beautiful. The view over the mountains was stunning and what Clay had said earlier about loving winter almost made sense, almost. It was still absolutely, rediculously freezing.
     Clay pulled the snowmobile around onto a flat top and parked next to one that was already there. That had to be Bradly, but Bradly was nothing like I expected.
     Brutal Bradly was very tall and lean with a head full of short, wild, bright red hair. His skin was pale and covered in freakles, his cheeks were pink with cold and he was sitting in his shirt sleeves with ear buds in, clearly oblivious to the world around him.
     Clay cut the engine and scooped up a handful of snow to chuck at Bradly. It hit him in the back of the firey red head, knocking one of his ear buds out. He jerked his head around quickly and grinned when he saw who it was.
     "Clay! Emmy!" He said shaking the snow out of his hair.
     "Have you been waiting long?" Emmy asked, pulling the skis and poles and snowboard off the snowmobile.
     "No, I just got here. You're Max right?" Bradly asked, stretching a long arm out to grasp my mittened hand. "Nice to meet you, I've heard some pretty brutal things about you." He said it so happily I was a bit thrown off.
     "That's a good thing." Clayton confirmed for me.
     "Uh, it's good to meet you too." I said. I had expected a, brutal, looking person, not a skinny red head with a goofy grin. "I've heard some... brutal things about you too." I couldn't help but laugh and the rediculously happy look he gave me.
     "Brutal! So you do know how to board right? Ever done it down a mountain like this?" Bradly asked gesturing out over the brink of the slope, way, way, way, down over the snow covered mountainside.
     I'd been snowboarding before, but never like this. The mountain brats had a system of doing things that was rather impressive.
     Emmy took a snowmobile down the mountain with one end of a rope, rather several tied together, the other end was secured to a wench on Bradly's snowmobile and when the wenchs were started they created a crude moving rope that would pull them back up the mountain. I couldn't help but be impressed, I never would have thought of it, hell I would have never gone outside in the winter in the first place.
     "First run!!!" Bradly called jumping off the ledge with his skis and shooting down into the trees.
     "Take the second Max, we will bring up the rear." Clay said stomping into his skis.
     Damn...it was a long way down. I guess, you only live once, but I had hoped not to die on Bum Fuck Mountain. I slid off the ledge and... it was really awesome.
     By far the best run I had ever boarded. The mountain was steep, the snow not to sticky, and the trees were dispersed enough that they didn't pose an immediate crash threat, but were a suitable challange.
     I guess I could understand why they did this every year, even if it was cold as hell.
     Bradly was waiting at the bottom by the snowmobile, grinning.
     "What do you say city kiddy? Brutal?" He asked ducking under the rope and grabbing the side opposite me.
     "Alright, it was kinda fun."
     He laughed.
     The day slipped by quickly. It was starting to get late into the afternoon and the cold was really beginning to sink in as the sun dissapear behind heavy clouds, threatening snow. I was starting to wonder where the others went, when I spotted Bradly. He was sitting on the slope, not moving.
     He looked alright, but I moved that way just to be sure. I had forgotten how long his arms were. When I got close one shot out and yanked me face first to the ground, sprawled in between his legs.
     I made to jerked up and ask 'what the hell Bradly' but then I saw the reason Bradly was sitting in the snow in the first place.
     Damn...damn...damnit...moose were way bigger in person than I would have ever expected. The top of my head would have brushed his undercarriage. Bradly and Clay could have both lain in it's antlers and it was staring down it's big scarred nose right at me and Bradly.
     I felt a small frightened sound escape me. It was not ten feet away. How in the fuck had I not noticed a huge ass moose!?!?!
     "Max, don't move," Bradly breathed softly. "Don't breath." His hand was still gripping my coat front. I could feel his lanky legs tremble under me, his ear buds were out and thrumming softly with music.
     The moose's long legs were carving trenches in the snow as it moved towards us, it's shoulders hunched, eyes never wavering from us.
     "Don't look him in they eye." Bradly whispered, barley audable over the sound of my heat jackhammer in in my ears.
     He got closer and close and oh god he was right fucking there! It dipped it's thick snout and brushed its nostrils against Bradly's head, snorting once and blowing his hat off his red hair.
     Then the basterd just left. He turned and walked away.
     Bradly and I sat motionless for another twenty minuets before Bradly let out a low whistle.
     "I can't believe old Harbinger just let us go." He whispered as he sighed out in relief. He started laughing, scooping his hat out of the snow and plopping it on his head. "That's the first time he hasn't tried to kill me."
     Oh god please tell me he wasn't serious.
     "I think I pissed my pants." I choked out horsely. Bradly only laughed harder, helping me to my knees and then my feet.
     "He treed me for three hours earlier in the spring and the scars on his nose is from when he totaled my oldest brothers truck, then my dad's truck. Harbinger has got it out for my family. I think he has something against red heads."
     I was still shaking as Bradly steadied me on my feet. "He totaled your dad's truck?"
     "And my brothers, actually he destroyed two of my brothers trucks. That's why we named him. He is pretty brutal and destruction follows him."
     "He could have killed us?"
     "I'm shocked he didn't try, he must be feeling his age."
     Damn....I'm never going outside again. I wasn't going to surived, I almost died!
     "Don't freak out, Max. The time to panic is over, but we should probobly get ahold of Clay and Emmy." Bradly said clapping me on the shoulder. He smiled encouragingly at me before pulling out his phone. "Clay, moose on the west side. I think it's a sign." He hung up. "Come on we are meting him at the bottom."
     We went back to Bradly's house which was closer to Bum Fuck Mountain. Bradly was playing the theme to Pulp Fiction on his gutiar, sunk deep into the couch, Emmy was leaning against him with her feet in Clayton's lap, the pad pressed against mine as my feet shared his lap with hers.
     He was rubbing my feet as he laughed at Bradly, watching his fingers work quickly along the strings.
     "Bradly you could make a girl pretty happy with those fingers." He said wiggling his eyebrows at Bradly, who went as red as his hair.
     He glanced at Emmy and the blush spread to the very tips of his ears and down his neck.
     "What the fuck you talking about man." He mumbled looking away from Emmy, putting his gutiar aside.
     "You're right I'm gay, ask Emmy." Clay said grinning.
     Emmy turned pink as she kicked Clay. "Clay!" She said indignantly. "Don't be stupid."
     "Alright we won't listen, I promise." Clay said trying to be serious. He dragged me into his lab by my knees and laid over top of me, kissing my face and neck.
     I gave a gasp and wiggled, trying to push him off of me. "Clay stop!" My face was red and I was trying not to giggle stupidly.
     "Shhhh, Max, we aren't listening." He whispered into my skin.
     "Come on, no sex on my couch." Bradly said shoving us. "You guys staying over tonight?" He asked when Clay got off of me.
     "Yeah my brother is still in town. Emmy you staying?"
     "Of course." She said.
     "Two take the couch and two get the bed, unless you guys want to bite the bullet and all four of us could take the king bed in my brother's room." Bradly said, his face still pink as Emmy laid against his chest.
     "Last two have to take the middle." Emmy called jumping up and sprinting up from Bradly's basement bedroom and through the kitchen to another flight of stairs.
     I lost, but so did Clay. Bradly cheated and jumped at the balcony over the living room and heaved himself up over the railing instead of going around through the kitchen to climb the stairs.
     It was crowded with four of us, but I was nice and warm between Emmy and Clayton. Clay wrapped his arms around my waist, slipping his warm rough hands under the borrowed shirt, letting his fingers rove over my stomach, playing with the waist line of my boxers and rubbing circles into my hips. He kissed my neck as he nuzzled against me.
     "Clay, what are you doing?" I whispered as quietly as I could.
     "Nothing," He said innocently, his hot breath against my ear as he nibbled along the shell. "I'm just getting comfortable."
     "Is it my turn yet?" Emmy whispered.
     "Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low, put some music on that's soft and slow," Bradly sang in a low deep voice.
     We all started laughing. It was pretty awesome. Everything was just so comfortable and warm. I couldn't think of a time when I felt so safe.
     It was pretty weird, considering this morning I was single and in bed with Clayton, then I skied a mountain, was almost killed by a moose, and now I'm feeling safer then ever, sandwiched between four people. I was content.
     "Night you guys,"
     "Night broskis,"
     "Brutal dreams,"
     "Nighty night."

~***~ A lot of stuff happened in this chapter. Max had one hell of a day. I don't know about you guys, but four people in a bed is pretty tight, but it can be done. Also, moose, don't fuck with them, please. Sorry I'm slow at updating, keep with it! Vote, comment, foursome! \^~^/