Ok, so, this is an idea I got on our first night without power. My entire family (plus aunt and cousin) was camped out downstairs, trying to stay warm and all, and John and Randy started talking to me about their take on things. Naturally, I couldn’t start writing this until today, since we went from Friday to Sunday with no power, so enjoy it a bit later that I would have liked. And know that you’re lucky bastards if you didn’t have to go through the Ice Storm of 2008 and the Great Blackout of 2008 (which you’ll be hearing about again in another 9 months… Just sayin…)

It was around 5 PM on Thursday, and John and Randy were stuck inside their house as ice poured down from the sky. They sat on their couch, watching TV, occasionally looking outside to watch the progress of the ice storm.

“It’s fucking nasty out there,” Randy stated.

“Yeah.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Tell me about it.” John stood up and headed to their kitchen, where you could see out to the front, out into the street and at the power lines. “Shit, it’s building up on the lines.” A truck drove down the street, dumping a mixture of sand and salt behind it. The street lights shown down onto the lines, and a couple trees the neighbours had near their homes. “Oh, shit. Look at those trees.”

Randy let his eyes follow John’s outstretched hand to a tree that was starting to bend over, nearing the power lines. “Oh, fuck me,” he said, running his hands through his short hair.

“We should probably go find some flash—” John was cut off by a loud BOOM, and suddenly, the power went down.

“Flashlights? Yeah, that would have been a great idea. About an hour ago.”

“I didn’t see you thinking of it, either, so you can shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t we have a generator?”

“Somewhere. But I’m not looking for it now, because it’s down in the basement. And even if I knew where it was, I’m not hooking it up now, because it’s fucking raining ice outside.”

“Fine, let’s just try and find some flashlights and candles,” Randy said. He opened a drawer which he thought held a flashlight. His hands dug through it until he was finally victorious in his search. “Got one!” He turned it on, shining its light throughout the kitchen.

“Good job,” John said, giving Randy a quick kiss on the lips. “Now, if you could shine that in here,” he said, pointing to the broom closet, “I should be able to dig out some candles and another flashlight, or two.”

Randy did as asked while John dug out another flashlight, as well as an armful of candles. “There we go. We should be set for a while.”

“Hey, that’s a gas fireplace, right? I say we turn that baby on, then we don’t have to worry about freezing our asses off.”

“Randy, the power’s been off for less than ten minutes. I don’t think we’ll be freezing our asses off just yet. I just hope the power comes back on soon, so the damn pipes don’t freeze up.”

“And the fireplace?”

“Sounds like a brilliant idea. Do it up,” John said.

After a bit of fiddling around, Randy eventually got the fireplace going. He plopped down in front of it, patting the space next to him, inviting John to sit down. John joined him, wrapping his arm around Randy. “This is nice,” Randy stated, resting his head on John’s shoulder. “We should do this more often.”

“Mmm, we should,” John agreed, letting his head fall against Randy’s. “It’s such a New England cliché, but there’s a good reason for it. Sitting here with my husband all cozy in front of a nice warm fire, it’s so relaxing. We could never do this in Florida.”

“No, in Florida we would just be warm to begin with. There wouldn’t have been an ice storm; therefore there would have been no blackout. Of course, in Florida, you wouldn’t be my husband.”

“Yeah, this is much nicer.”

For several minutes, the two sat cuddling together in silence. John lay down, his feet close to the fire, and Randy lay so his head was now on John’s stomach. John’s right hand ran over Randy’s head while his other hand slid over Randy’s arm.

Finally, John broke the silence, “Ya know, when I was in college, I took this geography class for a gen ed, and one day the prof started talking about the baby boom. Well, he went on talking about other baby booms. I guess the Baby Boomers, who were all hippies back in their day, or some shit like that, all decided that they really did want to have kids, so if your parents were Baby Boomers, we’re the product of their mini boom.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You didn’t let me finish, dude. Anyway, there was this big blackout forever ago, right? Well, nine months later, there was another mini baby boom.”

Randy sat up and turned his head to face John, “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Dead serious. Unless my professor lied to us.”

“That’s hilarious. But, I guess it really would be perfect baby-makin’ conditions.”

“Yup.”

“What year was that blackout in? Maybe that’s when your parents—”

“Shut the fuck up. My parents did not have sex. Ever. No, each one of my brothers was product of an immaculate conception.”

“Yeah, all five of you. Sure.”

“You have two younger siblings yourself, Randal.”

“If your mom can have five immaculate conceptions, I think mine can have three. Doesn’t that seem fair?” he asked, positioning himself so he was now straddling John’s hips, looking down into his face, mostly covered by his shadow. Occasionally, a flicker of the flame would catch a glimmer of the blue in John’s eyes, or Randy would catch a glimpse of his smile.

“Get off for a second,” John said, and Randy couldn’t help but look at him as though he were insane. “Just… I want to see you better.”

Randy slid off, allowing John to move. He sat up, grabbing Randy’s shoulders, and, with little resistance, pushed him down to the floor. They were now parallel to the fire, John on top with Randy lying on the floor. John leaned forward, his mouth covering Randy’s, whose lips parted nearly instantly to allow John into his mouth. John’s tongue entered, tangling with Randy’s.

Randy’s hands worked on John’s belt and jeans, then his own. John pulled back briefly as both made to remove their clothes, sending them all over the room. In no time, both men were naked and kissing once more. They could feel each other’s hardness as they rubbed against each other, the friction eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them. Randy let his hands roam freely over John’s back.

John pulled back, staring down into Randy’s eyes, his also illuminated by the flickering firelight, shining bright with lust and need. “Did you want me to find some lube?” he asked.

“Fuck it,” Randy replied, drawing John back into another kiss.

Once again, John pulled back, saying, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Please,” he begged.

John sat up, bringing his fingers to his mouth, letting one slip inside. His tongue swirled around it, slowing working it in and out of his mouth. Pulling it out of his own mouth, he brought two fingers to Randy’s, who took them in. He could taste John as he let his own tongue work over both of the fingers. Once they were good and wet, John removed them, bringing them down to Randy’s hole.

One of Randy’s legs hooked over John’s shoulder as a finger slid in and out of him. He knew this would be more painful than usual, but he couldn’t remember ever seeing this sort of image in front of him. He was actually going to make love to John in front of a roaring fire, well, maybe not roaring, but a fire place none-the-less, in the middle of an ice storm in a New England winter. Yeah, it would be worth it. The finger was removed from him, and John added in a second one. His fingers scissored him open and slid in and out, twisting around, trying to widen him and prepare him for John’s entrance. His eyes fell shut when he felt the fingers slide out completely. He knew what was coming, and he tried to prepare for it. He opened his eyes again, he wanted to watch it, wanted to see John enter him.

He saw John’s hands slide over his own dick, trying to slick it up as best he could with Randy’s spit and his own precum. “Are you ready?” John asked him.

“Yeah,” Randy answered with a nod. “Go ahead.”

John slowly started to work his way inside, stopping whenever he head a hiss of pain from Randy. Once Randy was adjusted, he would start to move in again, still slow, working at Randy’s pace. Eventually, John was completely inside. When he was, he bent forward, kissing Randy again. His hips pulled back slightly then pushed in, gaining a positive reaction from Randy.

John broke the kiss, allowing him to pull his hips back further. His pace remained slow, tough as it was. His hand roamed over Randy’s broad chest, toying with his nipples from time to time. He always managed to let a finger flow down the lines of Randy’s tattoos, coming to his name embedded in the skin. Each time he saw it, he could hardly believe it.

Randy’s other arm crossed his chest, letting his hand cover John’s as they traced his name on his arm. He loved John’s reaction to the tattoo. His mind always went back to the first time John had seen it, and each time he saw it still, a smile broke out over both their faces.

Randy was starting to enjoy the feelings now as John moved back and forth, trying to keep up the agonizingly slow pace. He pulled John down into a kiss once more, his tongue darting into John’s willing mouth. The other man’s pace began to quicken as Randy deepened the kiss.

As John started to move faster, the strength of his thrusts increased. With each movement, they could hear the sounds of John’s balls smacking against Randy’s ass in time with the thrusts.

Randy hoisted his hips into the air, the slight change in the angle producing a very desirable effect. John struck his prostate, causing him to arch his back off the floor. John moved back to his kneeling position, taking hold of Randy’s hips. He was able to move his hips faster and thrust in harder, hitting Randy’s prostate with each thrust.

Randy was moaning out in his pleasure. He grabbed hold of his dick with one hand while the other latched onto John’s hand on his hip. He began to work his hand over his dick, dripping with precum. He could feel his balls start to tighten; he knew he was close. His hand slid down, playing with his balls, trying to tease himself to completion.

John’s movement became faster, but he never lost his rhythm, even as he grew ever closer to climax. He continued to hold onto Randy’s hips, pulling them towards him as he jerked forward.

“So close,” he said, before leaning down to capture Randy’s mouth with his own. As their tongues slid over each other, both men began to shoot. Randy’s string of cum splashed over John’s stomach, covering his own, as well. John shot deep inside Randy, a moan escaping into Randy’s mouth.

John pulled his limp cock out of Randy, but remained on top of him, looking down. A grin crossed over his face as he said, “Good luck trying to find your clothes.”

“Mmm, like yours will be that much better to get.”

John moved over so he could lie down on his back. Randy scooted over, letting John’s arm wrap around him. Together, they stayed like that, dozing off occasionally, chatting from time to time. It didn’t matter to them whether they were silent or talking, they were genuinely happy to just be in each other’s company.

After who knows how long, John nuzzled his head against Randy’s, saying, “Hey, how about we go to bed? This whole blackout thing really gets a person tired.”

“Yeah, it does. Should we get our clothes first?”

“Nah. Oh, but we should turn off all that shit we had on earlier. I think it was just a couple lights and the TV. And don’t forget to put the fire out.”

“Yeah. Good thinkin’, Johnny.”

Both men stood up, took care of everything they needed to do and headed off for their bedroom by light of flashlight.

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The following morning, it was still storming, and the two were still without power. However, John was able to find the generator in their basement. “Well, that’s something. At least once this shit is over, I’ll be able to hook this up and get the heat going.”

“That’ll be nice,” Randy agreed. “Hey, have you talked to your parents at all? They must have lost all their power, too.”

“Probably. I would have invited them over last night, but it’s still fuckin nasty out there. No way I’d have them drive in the dark in that.”

“Yeah, that and we were naked in front of our fire place, something I’m sure your parents would rather not see.”

“That, too. But, maybe they can come over tonight.”

“If you want to ask. You know what we should get?”

“No, what should we get?”

“One of those generators that kicks on automatically when the power goes out. Let’s face it, we’re not home a lot, and if the power goes out like this for days when we’re not home to take care of it, what will happen to the house?”

“Yeah, dude. I was thinking the same thing. I know my dad is in the same city, but I couldn’t have him coming over here all the time to check on shit. Yeah, man, that’s what we’ll do. Once all the power is back on, we’ll go and get ourselves one.”

That night, though it was done icing, the power was still out. His parents decided it would be better if they stayed in their own house, because John Sr. was out fiddling with his own generator.

John was in the same boat, not able to get any sleep that night because he was worrying what they would do if the power didn’t come back on before they had to leave for the upcoming pay-per-view. Randy was beside him most of the time, although he didn’t really know what he was doing. John was happy for some help, since he was able to send Randy out on a 4 AM gas run.

The heat was on, for now. At 8 AM, John and Randy tried to get some sleep. But, each time they were close to sleep, the hum of the generator would shut off. After the third time it happened, Randy placed a hand on John’s chest, “Dude, it’s the day time. Don’t worry about it. The pipes and shit have had time to warm up. Stay in bed with me. Please.”

John sighed and rolled over, slinging his arm over Randy. It didn’t take long for either of them to finally fall into a deep sleep.

When they woke up, John looked over to clock and saw it blinking 12:00. “Holy shit! Dude, the fucking power is back on!”

“No shit,” Randy said, turning to face the clock. “Fuck yes. It’s about damn time, too. Thursday night to Saturday morning? Yeah, man, not cool. Electricity is the fucking greatest invention ever. We should never have to go through that shit again. Ever. Fucking hell. Last night was miserable.”

“I know. I was there. Damn, thank God we didn’t have to worry about this tomorrow, ya know, when we’re not here.”

“That woulda sucked.”

“Tell me about it. But, we’re all set now. I should call my parents; see if they’re all set, too.”

“Good idea. Then, maybe we could reenact the Great Blackout of 2008 and chill by the fireplace again.”