Iceman 5 Teaser (Patreon)

Hi all!

I'm putting this up just for fun and wanted you all to get the chance to see how the last chapter will start. I will likely have a poll for the $5 tier and up regarding where the story goes (sexually) and wanted you to have the opportunity to see how it begins. It's pretty short, but the finished product will be longer (and free for my Patrons!).

Full Circle

Jason sat on his back porch, his eyes glued to his neighbor’s home. The lights in their house had just come back on, but sure enough they only lasted a minute before going out again. He shook his head and walked back into his well chilled paradise carrying the steaks he had just pulled off the grill.

Christmas had come and gone, and a chance meeting with a hot sales girl at Home Depot had led to research into solar panels. While not entirely off the grid, he did get one of those expensive battery packs, which meant that when everyone else was dealing with power loss, he was at home enjoying peace and quiet in his climate controlled paradise.

Well, whenever the girls weren’t coming over. Megan and Ling had dropped by during their spring break, and he had been forced to lay in bed for a day after they left, just to recover. The two of them had enrolled in a yoga class, meaning they had far more energy than he did now (and were far more flexible). Maria’s break had been shortly after, but Naomi had come home for a brief visit at the same time, which had saved him from the feisty latina’s newfound obsession with anal sex.

After spring break, he heard from them all sporadically. Megan and Ling’s parents were taking them on an Alaskan cruise in the summer, and Maria was traveling to South America for a mission where she would be helping a local village rebuild after a devastating flood. Naomi wasn’t coming home until late July due to a backpacking trip with a new friend, which meant that he was looking at a long, hot summer alone.

Which was why he decided to spend thousands of dollars making sure his AC was working. If he was going to be alone, he was at least going to be comfortable. He had turned off almost all of the lights in his home, the sole illumination coming from a reading lamp next to his couch and the soft glow of Netflix on his smart tv. He had smartly downloaded the series prior to the blackouts, running it through a system of devices that a buddy had helped him hook up.

Happily thumbing through to the next episode of Stranger Things, he settled in for a comfortable evening with a pair of small ribeyes and a six pack of Reverend. He briefly considered making something else for dinner, but was too lazy to make anything else. He set his plate down on the side table, narrowly missing Wild Jason and Dad Jason. The two of them were playing cards on a miniature table of their own, identical meals in front of them.

Jason sucked down a can of Reverend, letting out a long belch. He counted nine seconds before breaking off. Not bad, he thought, cutting himself a piece of steak.

Winona Ryder was busy freaking out over christmas lights when the knock come at his door. Puzzled, he opened his phone, checking his calendar. The new rule for the girls was no more surprises – he needed to know when they were dropping by from now on so that he could plan accordingly. He hadn’t had any issues yet, but he knew things could get weird very fast if someone showed up while he was entertaining someone else. Or God forbid Naomi came home while he was busy plowing Maria’s ass in the shower, or that time Megan and Ling took turns blowing him on the couch while they watched porn together. She clearly had some idea that he was being naughty with her friends, but knowing was definitely different than seeing.

The knock came again, a little faster this time. He stood up, a bit unsteady on his feet, the Reverend kicking in. Slapping his cheeks, the sting was enough to stabilize him. Wild Jason and Dad Jason watched him walk away. Tossing their cards on the table, they followed, jumping down from the table onto the carpet. Wild Jason landed badly, and a bunch of face-cards busted free from his socks, spilling everywhere. He scooped them up quickly, then tucked them in his pockets while running to keep up.

“Hello?” Jason opened the door.

“Hello Mr. Dawes.” He didn’t recognize her at first. Her mascara had smeared across her face, and her hair was a tangled mess. She wore a thin fabric hoodie that was long enough that she could be naked underneath and nobody would know it. However, it was her legs that sparked the memory, the toned legs of a varsity cheerleader.

“Brianne? Are you okay?” He saw that she was wearing a backpack and carrying a suitcase. “Um, come in?”

“Thank you, Mr. Dawes.” She picked up her things and walked through the door. Wild Jason and Dad Jason looked at her, then each other. They both shrugged; neither of them knew who was needed yet.

“Are you hurt? Do I need to call somebody?”

Brianne let out a dry laugh. “There’s nobody to call. I only came here because Naomi told me to.”

“I thought you two weren’t speaking?” He hadn’t heard his daughter mention Brianne since she had walked out his front door a year ago.

“We reconnected over spring break. It’s a long story, and I haven’t showered in a few days. Would it be okay if I used Naomi’s room tonight? She said that I could, but I want to make sure it’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want me to wait up?”

“No thank you. I’m just going to go to sleep, if that’s okay.” Her eyes were full of defeat, that rebellious spark from a year ago long gone.

“Look, if you’re hungry, I have some steaks I just pulled off the grill.”

At the mention of food, Brianne’s eyes lifted to his. “I don’t want to eat your dinner or anything.”

“Gotta be honest, I was making a pig of myself.” He patted his rock hard abs. “Was planning to binge some shows and binge some steak, but I always hate myself in the morning for it.” He gave her a playful wink. “Seriously, one of them was probably just going to be breakfast tomorrow.”

“I… uh…” Indecision was written on her face, but it was clear 

“Hey, look. Why don’t you go grab a shower and I’ll save you one. If you’re still hungry, you’re welcome to join me, but if you just want to go to bed, shout down at me so that I can put it in the fridge.”

“Okay, thank you.” She walked past him and up the stairs, her jacket far enough away from her legs that he could see she was, in fact, wearing clothes under her coat. He stood at the bottom of the stairs and listened to her move across the house, Naomi’s bedroom door closing.

He walked back to the living room and waited. After several minutes, the shower turned on and he tapped his daughter’s name on his phone. It rang a couple times before she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s dad. I had a question for you.”

“Brianne came over, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Your psychic powers work across oceans now?”

“Nah, she called me an hour ago and woke me up.”

“Oh shit.” He realized that it was the middle of the night in Europe. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. I knew you would call if she showed up, so Alexus and I are on the roof of our hostel watching clouds float across the moon.” In the background, Jason heard a feminine voice say hi to him. “She says hi, by the way.”

“Tell her hi back. Is Brianne okay? Do I need to get the police involved?”

“It’s bad, but not like that. I’ll let her tell you, but the short version is that her dad gambled away her college money.”

“Damn.” He shook his head. “Sounds like a piece of shit.”

“He always has been. She can use my room for whatever. Just be nice to her.”

“Oh?” Jason arched an eyebrow at Winona Ryder, her face frozen in shock on his tv. “Be… nice?”

Naomi laughed. “She still has a thing for you. That’s the reason she didn’t want to come over to your house. However, she feels like it’s the safest place for her, so had some mixed feelings about it.”

Still has a thing for you. Naomi’s words echoed in his ears and Wild Jason grabbed the front of his pants, ripping them off in one smooth motion and scattering playing cards everywhere, his massive hard-on pressing against the fabric of his boxers. Dad Jason sighed and walked into the corner where he sat down, facing away from the room.

“...and so I told her to just go over there and get away from him. I mean, even if something were to happen between you two, at least it would take her mind off of things.”

Jason realized he had accidentally tuned his daughter out.

“You think something is going to happen?”

Naomi laughed. It was Jason’s favorite sound in the world.

“Dad, really. I still talk to my friends. I’ve heard some stories.”

“Oh.” He wondered what Winona Ryder would say if she could see his face right now. “How much?”

“We’re women, dad. We tell each other everything. Maybe it’s weird, but I’m glad you can be there for them. You’re like a safe space for horny co-eds.” He heard Alexus say something to Naomi. “I gotta go. I’ll see you at the end of summer. Love you.”

“Love you too.” He set down the phone. That call had been fairly illuminating. He had suspected that Naomi knew, but not that she was intimately familiar with it. It was with mixed feelings that he turned pressed play on his remote, his attention drifting away from Winona’s Christmas lights. Dad Jason was still in the corner, his knees pulled up to his face in shame. 

We tell each other everything. It made him uncomfortable to think about Maria telling him about how he had tied her to the bed once and made her beg him to fuck her in the ass until he came. Twice.

Did they embellish details? Or maybe they toned it down and made it sound more romantic. He wasn’t sure how Megan could sell romance involving her step-sister, though he did take them out for frozen yogurt once. Not that it had been romantic, but the two of them had licked it all off of his dick later that night.

Wild Jason had set up a projector, his boner poking through the holes of his boxers. He was frantically pointing at images of Jason’s Greatest Hits for Dad Jason in a sad attempt to cheer him up. Dad Jason covered his eyes, and sounded suspiciously like he was crying.

“Shit.” Jason realized that he had tuned out the last fifteen minutes of show and hit rewind. He had no idea what was going on now. Listening to Winona go on about the lights, he ran to the kitchen for a spare plate and cutlery.

The sounds of the shower had stopped and Jason tilted his gaze toward the ceiling. He could hear her walking through his daughter’s room now, her footsteps disappearing where Naomi’s bed was. After a long wait, he heard the bedroom door open and the soft descent of footsteps down his stairs.

Brianne turned the corner, her hair twisted up into a towel. She wore one of Naomi’s night shirts, a graphic tee with the Millenium Falcon on the front. From where he sat, he couldn’t tell if she wore anything underneath, and Wild Jason sprinted across the room to take a peek.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I eat dinner with you?” Her voice was vulnerable, striking a chord deep within him. Dad Jason immediately spun about, removing himself from the corner. He put Wild Jason in a choke hold and wrestled him to the floor, knocking over his projector.

“Of course. Here, I got you all set up.” He showed her the ribeye. “I also have bagged salad in the fridge and Doritos in the cupboard.”

“Thanks.” She walked past him to the fridge and made herself the salad. She bent over to tuck the bag in the trash under his sink, revealing a silky pair of black panties that clung to her ass like it had been painted on.

Dad Jason tackled Wild Jason to the ground, and the two of them came to blows. Taking a boxer stance, Dad Jason punched Wild Jason hard enough that even more playing cards fell loose from his boxers, fluttering to the floor. When Wild Jason knelt down to try and catch them, an uppercut made his eyes roll up in his head.

Jason turned his attention back to the t.v. A couple minutes later, she sat down next to him. She had crumbled up some of the Doritos and sprinkled them across the top of her salad.

“Do you want me to put something else on?”

“No, it’s fine. It’ll take my mind off of things.”

“Okay.” He hit play and sat back. The rest of the episode played while he finished his beer. Brianne picked at her food at first, but over time the show caught her interest and she relaxed, slowly cutting steak and chewing it carefully. She nearly finished the food on her plate and let out a sigh, leaning back on the couch with her legs slightly spread.

The next episode started and he took her plate. Dumping the leftovers in the trash, he tossed it all in the dishwasher and then returned. Brianne’s eyes were glazing over and she looked like she was about to pass out.

“C’mon.” He held out a hand. “You should go to bed.”

Letting out a sigh, she nodded and let him pull her up. She walked to the stairs and didn’t even look back before heading up them. Jason briefly wondered if he should follow her up and make sure she got settled, but instead sat back on the cough.

If she decided she wanted to talk, she’d let him know.

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Throughout the night, he dreamt of a warm body pressed against his, clinging onto him like a raft in a storm. However, he awoke to find that he had been by himself all night, passed out on top of the covers with another can of Reverend on his nightstand.

“Ugh.” He hadn’t brushed his teeth before bed and now his mouth tasted like a latrine. He rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, the blinding light of the sun sneaking in through his curtains. Once he was in front of the bathroom mirror, he found the mouthwash and gave his mouth a quick rinse. 

He accidentally swallowed some and coughed. Spitting out the wash, he brushed his teeth real fast and then mouth-washed again. Looking in the mirror, he saw that his hair stood up in every direction and it was clear he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days.

He put his pants on and walked down the hallway and to the stairs. From the second floor, he could smell the sweet odor of bacon frying in a pan. Following his nose, he walked around the corner of his living room to see Brianne in an oversized shirt standing in his kitchen, her attention on one of his skillets.

“Good morning.” He announced his arrival and couldn’t help but notice how the light scattered through her auburn streaked curls and cast shadows on the back of her smooth legs.

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That's all for now! I will keep working on this when I get the chance, and hope to close out this tale with a very satisfying finish!  Kat is hard at work on that Yuki commission, and I hope to share it with you soon!