[center][b]Trading for Warmth[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



The movement of the covers woke Martin a fraction before the cold scales had a chance to do so. It wasn’t much of an improvement, really. Instead of just getting jolted awake by icy feet brushing him he instead had a few disoriented fractions of a second to [i]anticipate[/i] the cold contact ruining his nice warm cozy slumber, so all in all it was probably worse.

The frigid intrusion into the ferret’s bed was named Liam. Liam was Martin’s dorm mate, the little gecko who slept in the room across from him in the little four-bedroom unit they had been assigned to. Who, [i]in theory[/i] slept in the room across from him. That hadn’t been the case for the last several nights. 

Due to poor maintenance the crappy heating system of the old dorm building had given out right as winter break had started. It wasn’t expected to be repaired for weeks yet, maybe well into next semester. And so those unlucky students who stayed over break this year had to put up with freezing temperatures at night, and sometimes during the day.

Martin had thought nothing of it at first, beyond getting himself another couple layers of blanket at the closest thrift store and hanging out elsewhere during the day as much as possible. He assumed Liam was doing the same (which was certainly correct as far as camping out in the library during the day was concerned) and all was well. 

For a few days.

The situation only became a problem when, on the third evening after the heat died, the dorm supervisor Adam got a bee in his bonnet. In his infinite wisdom, the older goat decided to confiscate Liam’s heat lamp and space heater. Plus the hot plate which Joel would be pissed to find missing when he returned from home at the beginning of next semester, having bought it with his own money, but that was an issue for later. 

It was a really shitty time to actually start enforcing the rules about fire hazards, in Martin’s opinion. Especially when the dazed, warmth-hungry engineering student found his way into his bed that same night. 

In a way Martin understood. Liam was cold-blooded, and with no body heat of his own blankets were next to useless. The poor guy couldn’t really help it if instinct drove him to seek out the nearest source of heat to stave off freezer-burn. Liam had obviously been incoherent, brain barely operating.

But that didn’t stop him from wishing his dorm mate were a temperate species, the kind that just went dormant in the cold instead. Alas, for the fourth time in a row, the lizard had hauled himself out of his own room, stumbled through the little common area that joined their rooms, and cuddled his [i]fucking freezing[/i] scaly body up against his no-longer-peacefully-slumbering mammal buddy. 

He flinched at the contact, jerking away from the lizard and banging his knee into the wall in the process. Liam didn’t react to the movement except to wrap his arms around the frustrated ferret tightly and cling on. Martin cursed, forcing himself to hold still as the chilly smooth weight pressed into his back as an alternative to knocking the blankets off both of them in the struggle. That would only make things worse. 

Nearly a minute later the lizard at his back let out a grunt that sounded vaguely like an apology and snuggled even closer. One of his hands happened to press downward, fingers nudging hard over the front of Martin’s boxers. With a self-conscious flush, albeit more startled than anything else, he grabbed the hand and pulled it back upward.

Martin let out a breath and did his best to settle in. Trying to get Liam to leave at this point would be a waste of time. The lizard was too out of it to respond to any argument and, in any case, forcing him to leave would accomplish nothing. He’d found that out the first night when, after cussing out the slightly-warmed and thoroughly sheepish reptile, he had only ended up with a second bed invasion by the re-frozen and nonresponsive Liam at four in the morning. 

He really was sorry about it, too.  But a promise to stay in his own room just didn’t hold up against the need for body heat. 

The result was poor Martin stuck here, with only his too-thin fur as a barrier between the dense lump of clingy cold scales, waiting for Liam to warm up enough that he could at least try to get some rest before morning. He had enough trouble with his sleep cycle even on a good day, and it might take an hour for Liam to approach lukewarm.

Maybe it was the cumulative sleep loss that did it. Or that unintentional grab at his crotch. Or Martin had woken up more thoroughly this time. For whatever reason, as he waited there in the dark, this time began to feel just a little more awkward than the last few instances. Differently awkward.

Though he had no particular illusions regarding his own sexuality, it hadn’t fully occurred to Martin up until just now that he had another guy in his bed with him. Well, maybe briefly last night, just when Liam had warmed to a reasonable temperature and Martin was just on the cusp of falling asleep again. As the gecko had vanished in the morning, there had been no reason to recall.

Now, though, with plenty of time on his hands and his last hookup months in the past, he idly considered Liam in a different light. The lizard [i]was[/i] kind of cute. Nice guy, polite. Cool scales, if a bit garish (he was just this side of neon green, with rough-edged stripes of a pink-tinged orange up the bridge of his snout). Slim figure without being skinny, and the thick tail wasn’t half bad. Kind of a pity he was straight, now he thought of it.

Actually… was he straight, or had Martin just assumed that? He had thought he heard straight- or possibly lesbian- porn from the guy’s door once when a headphone jack had accidentally pulled loose, if that wasn’t his own dirty mind misinterpreting something else. But that didn’t necessarily mean Liam couldn’t be bisexual…

The ferret suddenly realized he was hardening up in his boxers and winced. Great, like this needed to be more awkward, what with the guy already in his bed.

[i]Well… Liam IS already in my bed.[/i] Martin thought to himself treacherously, matter-of-factly, not quite sure what his own point in the declaration was.

Cautiously he let an image formed in his mind; the lizard bent over the bed, thick tail raised high, looking back expectantly… Well, that idea got him the rest of the way stiff, no doubt about that.

Martin halfheartedly tried to reign in his own thoughts while the body behind him slowly picked up heat from him and the space under the covers warmed to something almost tolerable once more.

“Sorry.”

The word nudged Martin out of his reverie. “Hot water bottles didn’t work, huh?”

“It’s not enough.” Liam said, guilt edging the statement in a way Martin found adorable now he was thinking that way. “They just lose heat too fast. Sorry, I put in an appeal to get my lamp back but I don’t know if…”

“Yeah, don’t bet on it.” They’d have to pry the heat lamp out of Adam’s cold, dead fingers to make that happen. (Well, maybe if he somehow froze to death in the meantime they might do just that- Oh wait the goat had all the hot things didn’t he. Well, darn. Fantasy ruined.) 

Well. If Liam felt bad for waking him up… The idea could just be his sleep deprivation talking, but fuck it. Worst Liam could do was say ‘no’, and it was already awkward for Martin so Martin might as well spread the awkward around. “I know a way you can make it up to me.”

The ferret rolled onto his other side to face the reptile, making no effort to put any space between them.

“Just name-“ The conscientious agreement broke off in a startled squeak. He had to feel Martin’s woody down there; The ferret had prodded his midsection with it hard enough.

Hard to tell if Liam’s eyes were wide the way he imagined they were- well, no, scratch that. As a gecko, Liam’s eyes [i]always[/i] looked on the verge of popping out of his skull. But Martin was pretty sure that right now they were wide with surprise.

“Oh. Um. I.”

He let the lizard flounder like that, unwilling to sway the situation either way. Better just to wait him out. He could always claim it was a joke.

“I don’t think I’m- I mean I don’t know if I’m gay. At all, I mean.”

Which didn’t sound like a flat ‘no’. Hot damn if he wasn’t getting cuter by the moment, and it made Martin’s erection throb.

“Here’s your chance to find out. And you do owe me.”

A long silence followed. Martin feared he had pushed too far. 

“Okay. I’ll try.”

Good enough. “Let’s get your underwear off, then.”

Martin didn’t really feel like waiting for Liam and added his own hands to the task before the lizard got very far, speeding things along by quite a bit compared to those still sluggishly tepid digits. Figuring below the knees was far enough to let him kick it the rest of the way off, Martin pulled down his own.

The ferret’s dick slipped free, tip brushing over the lizard’s bellyscales. It left a ragged smear of pre as it passed over the  rough surface.

That feeling reminded Martin of something important. With great reluctance, he extended his arm from the cozy mound of blankets toward his bedside table,  reaching over Liam in the process. It took far too long, cold air stealing under the blankets through the gap. 

Liam clung to his front harder. The reptile didn’t shiver, for that reaction wasn’t built into his body’s lexicon, but as he pulled his hand back with the bottle of lotion he had snagged from the bedside table his dormmate had his erection pressed between his cool pebbly belly and Martin’s own furry tum. 

He took the opportunity to squeeze his friend’s butt experimentally. “Last chance to back out.”

A short pause.

“It’s fine.” Liam said, voice wavering. He gulped, pulling the covers up over their necks. “I mean… It’s weird but I do owe you. And like… right now having something warm inside me sounds good, okay?”

Martin couldn’t help but grin. Whatever gave him away in the dark, if he just waited a moment too long or if Liam had too good a read on him, he sounded exasperated when he said, “Shut up, I don’t even mean in a sexy way.”

“Hey, whatever works.” Arms looped around Liam’s torso, Martin flicked the cap of the lotion bottle open with his thumb and squirted a dollop into the opposite palm. “Just remember no complaining about it later.”

Dragging index and middle finger across his palm he snaked that arm downward, feeling around between Liam’s leg’s. Searching by touch in the dark, he did not find what he was looking for immediately. Most of the lotion on his fingertips was lost on the inside of Liam’s thighs before they located the lizard’s vent. He teased that opening, from top to bottom of the slit to get a feel for what was down there. 

The gay ferret prodded at the tight vent experimentally for a moment before pulling back to get more lotion for a second try. This time he slathered his target with the full load of slick stuff, and popped in a fingertip to the first knuckle. Liam huffed, hips twitching toward a closed position. To his credit, Liam was a good sport about it, holding his legs apart enough to grant Martin access rather than obeying the impulse to pull them together.

“You’re going to want to relax as hard as you can.” Martin advised. He stopped, pondered his wording, and let it stand. ‘Relaxing hard’ was the right sentiment even if it sounded weird. And Liam evidently understood well enough, his nod felt against the ferret’s chest.

He pushed a little deeper, feeling around. Liam’s nethers seemed to be a shallow valley lipped by smooth keratin. There was a soft barrier in there, shallow and moist flesh, and he traced upward- ah, that must have been the lizard’s ‘taint’, if the deepening and the two soft nubs he felt here were his hemipenes. Therefore, it was no surprise when he traced back downward and found the puckered opening of the cloaca, and pressed his fingertip into it. 

He paused only a moment for Liam to get the reflexive flinch out of his system. Then dragged his digit around the rim of the sphincter there, making a slow massage out of it to help the hole loosen. With their relative positions the motion brushed the back of his hand over his own balls and sheath, teasing himself lightly at the same time.

When he thought the opening ready he added a second fingertip to pull the entrance just that little bit wider. Liam took a moment to stop clenching on that- Martin found himself throbbing harder from the idea that he was breaking in this ass for the first time, even as he fought down impatience- and then relaxed to let those intruding fingers in deeper. 

They spent another few minutes like that while Martin scissored his fingers to open the other male up. 

He couldn’t help but notice when the vent started to hold itself slightly open, making his job a little easier. Whether Liam had any gay impulses or not, his malenesses were responding to the physical stimulation, a pair of half-chubs levering his slit wider at the top. Martin felt them as an odd texture bumping the front of his cock.

That convinced him the gecko was ready. Grateful that he didn’t have to put it off any longer he nudged himself down further under the covers, pulling his fingers out so he could take a hold of Liam’s hips instead as he worked his own to prod around blind for his target.

On the sixth attempt his cocktip hooked into the lotion-greased slit, bumping into the bases Liam’s chubbed dicks. Too high. He slid down carefully, their bodies pressed together, until he felt the real opening to the cloaca and slipped inside with a sigh. 

Liam was naturally tight, this being his first time at this sort of thing to Martin’s knowledge. If anything else had been back there the mustelid would wager it was no more than one of the lizard’s own fingers at most. Tight, but smooth, and with matching smoothness of motion he slowly fed himself in. 

A fraction more texture further in. And a slight bend- Oh yeah, this was going to work great for him. A little on the cool side, but no worse than starting in on a silicone toy.

…Time for a little teasing to pass the time while he stayed bottomed out. “How’s that warmth working for you?” 

Liam inhaled deeply, then huffed. “What am I even supposed to say to that.”

Martin pulled the other male into his front, buying a little more time. Martin was the type who needed to be doing something, no matter how minor, and in his judgement it would be at least another few seconds before it was time to risk thrusting on a first timer.

“…It [i]is[/i] warm.” Liam allowed. “Weird for it to be on the inside. Are you going to do this, or not?”

“Yeah.”

No reason to hold out for a better invitation. Martin pulled halfway back and buried himself again, grunting in pleasure. Liam’s slick backside was indeed just about the tightest thing he’d ever humped, squeezing his relatively slim erection hard to a point he would have to admit to himself that Liam, too, felt a little weird. Maybe it was a reptile thing. 

He drove himself in and out, slow at first and picking up the pace as he loosened his grip on his self control. Liam’s insides seemed to go more malleable as they warmed. They moved more around him. His imagination, or the lizard finding that he could work his muscles around the intrusion for whatever reason, it didn’t matter too much. The feeling was excellent on his hard cock, encouraging him to speed up to his full natural tempo. 

Neither of them were particularly noisy. Both of them noticed that in some idle part of their minds during the act. Oh, with the thin walls their dorm mates might have heard their respective grunts and moans anyway, or the creaking of the cheap bedsprings. But they might not have.

Martin found that Liam’s internal smoothness had an unexpected advantage to it, as he pounded that cloaca with increasing roughness. It might not be the most stimulating thing he’d ever jammed his dick into but that same fact was making him last longer. Drawing things out. Edging him to a higher level of sensitivity. 

The increased violence of his motions was pumping a slight flow of cold air between them by now, but they were both too distracted to notice as Martin nutted hard into his bedmate. He kept thrusting, pushing his way through the orgasmic sensitivity to fuck through most of his spurting, needing that right now after too long without.

When he couldn’t do that anymore he pulled Liam in, snuggling in to the much warmed reptile and nestling them further into the covers to enjoy the afterglow. He considered pulling out… but nah. Too much bother. Besides, wouldn’t want to deprive Liam of any bit of heat he could scavenge. He would just stay in that rump until he lost hardness all together.

Martin let himself get all dozy and cozy like that. Several nights of interrupted sleep teamed up with post-orgasm endorphins to drag him down into a semiconscious haze that threatened to dip into true sleep in the most delicious way…

“Maybe a little bit.” Liam murmured softly.

“Hmm?”

The lizard shifted against him self-consciously, smearing cum into the fur of Martin’s midsection. Liam’s cocks had spurted in the midst of the fuck, unnoticed by the ferret at the time but sure to come out as matted in the morning.  “I think I’m maybe just a [i]little[/i] bit gay.”

Martin pulled him in close, nuzzling softly at the pebbly top of Liam’s head. “Good. Because this is my price for sharing my bed from now on. Your ass is just too sweet. Oh, and Liam?”

“Yeah?”

“For fucks sake just come here in the first place. I don’t need a scaly ice cube crawling into my sheets in the dark.”

“Sorry. Okay.”

The bargain was struck.



[center]The End[/center]