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01 December 2007 @ 11:58 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Backcountry  
Posted to numb3rs_slash

Title: Backcountry
Pairing/Characters: Don/Billy
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Man Hunt
Summary: Billy invites Don along on his ski vacation in Canada
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

"Will you look at that..."

Billy nudged Don as they stepped outside of the lodge and pointed up at the snow covered mountain before them.

"Pretty impressive," Don agreed. "But then, the US has some pretty good skiing too. We didn't have to come to Canada for snow."

Billy scoffed. "Best backcountry skiing on the West Coast of North America is in British Columbia. Bar none."

"Your dream vacation, not mine." Don bumped shoulders with Billy as they walked. "I'd have been just as happy skiing in Aspen or Vail."

"Amateur," Billy teased. "Come play with the big boys."

"Hey, not all of us worked ski resorts in college. Some of us grew up by the beach instead."

"Is this a competition?" Billy asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Always," Don retorted. "So we're good for a couple of warm up runs here before you're going to make me hike?"

"Yeah. A black diamond or two and we'll be primed for one good long run this afternoon."

"Works for me."

They got in line at the lift for their first run, the queue already quite long despite the early hour. A problem with the lift brought the line to a screeching halt and they quickly grew bored standing around waiting, stepping out of their bindings like most of the skiers around them so they were free to pace and wander in the snow.

"Well, this is about as exciting as watching the Rangers play hockey," Don groused.

"Oh, you are so going to eat snow over that," Billy threatened. "Those are fighting words."

"Hey, the Ducks won the Stanley Cup so you can make all the fun you want of California hockey - even mock the team's name. We've still got the cup, while your pathetic loser team has bupkus."

"Bupkus, huh?" Billy crouched down and grabbed a handful of snow as Don backed away grinning. "Excuse us," he said in his most polite gentlemanly voice to the people behind them. "We'll be right back."

He chased Don down and smushed the cold snow in his face, laughing riotously as Don tried to fight him off. As he started to walk away, Don grabbed him and pulled him down into the snow. They wrestled in the fresh powder as the other skiers in line rolled their eyes at the two grown men acting like children.

Don managed to get snow down the back of Billy's parka, but Billy managed a second faceful of snow, getting some of it in Don's mouth so he had to spit it out between laughs.

"Bastard," Don swore with a chuckle.

"Don't be dissing the Rangers again," Billy mock warned, wagging a finger. "Insulting a man's hockey team could be hazardous to your health."

He got back into line, nodding his head at the young couple behind them who just snickered. The lift started up again so he snapped back into his bindings and picked up his poles.

Don got back into his skis as well, elbowing Billy as he spoke in a mock whisper. "Think they'd be scared if we told them we're the idiots keeping the world safe from terrorists?"

"Don't scare the nice people," Billy scolded playfully. "Besides, not like our badges are much good north of the border."

"Interagency courtesy?" Don said with a smirk as they finally got to the lift.

"I'm pretty sure the Whistler resort staff isn't part of Interpol," Billy snarked. "We're up!"

They got in position and rode the lift in silence, enjoying the view as they floated over the mountainside.

Just before the top, Billy pointed off to the side. "That's where we're headed later. Just far enough from the resort to be a pain in the ass to get to, but look at it. That's going to be some fucking amazing skiing."

"If you say so. I'm just not looking forward to there not being a lift to get us up there."

"Lazy ass," Billy smirked.

"Adrenaline junkie."

"You got it!" Billy's smile lit up his face as the lift approached the start of the black diamond run. "Let's do it, partner!"



Billy practically bounded up to the resort's customer service counter.

"Hi, we need to make arrangements for some backcountry skiing this afternoon."

The man behind the counter pushed across a piece of paper with a small map of the mountain on the top half and a form on the bottom half.

"Mark the area you're going to be in, give us your personal information and pick a check in time for your return," he said in a bureaucrat's monotone.

"Sure." Billy quickly marked the map and filled out his contact information before handing the form to Don to finish filling out.

"Here's the list of required and suggested gear and a release of liability," the man droned, clearly running down a list of rote statements. "The resort accepts no responsibility in the event of unforeseen circumstances. Each member of your party needs to sign the release."

"It's just the two of us," Billy said, anxious to get going. "We know the drill."

"Do either of you have any experience in backcountry skiing?" The man continued regardless of Billy's response.

"I do. This poser's from the bunny slopes, but I promise to bring him back alive." At the man's annoyed look, Billy let out an exasperated sigh. "We're both black diamond level. He can take care of himself."

"Just making sure. It's my job," he said with a resigned tone.

"We're both trained in survival skills, so we should be fine," Don assured him, handing over the completed form then signing the release after Billy.

The man reviewed the paperwork before looking back up at them. "Don't forget to check in once you get back. We really don't have the manpower to chase down all the skiers who forget and are just sitting around the lodge."

"We promise," Don told him.

"Okay." The man wore the expression of someone who heard that promise a dozen times a day. "Have a good run."

"Thanks!" Billy practically beamed as they headed out the door. "Man, I've been looking forward to this since I handed in my vacation request form!"

Don eyed the mountain with a bit of a scowl. "All I can say is this better be some damn good skiing for all the work you're making me do for it. That's going to be one long hike."

"Wimp!" Billy tossed over his shoulder as he trotted down the steps.

"Hey, at least I didn't ask for a helicopter!" Don called after him laughing as he followed Billy into the snow.


"You know I studied profiling at the Academy. How did I miss that you were sado-masochistic?"

Billy laughed. "Sorry, Agent Eppes," he mocked. "Your profile's off. I'm just a sadist. I actually enjoyed the hike up here. I do admit though that I enjoyed putting you through it."

"Huh. Quite the dream vacation," Don huffed, a little out of breath.

"Yes, and my dream was to make a former athlete feel like a bump on a log for being out of breath, when I?" Billy stretched his arms out in a show of virility. "I feel great."

"Yeah, that's why you had to stop twice on the way up," Don joshed.

"Taking in the view, my friend," Billy said, surveying the landscape. "What fun is a hike in gorgeous country like this if you don't stop and smell the roses?"

"Pretty sure roses wouldn’t survive in this snow," Don grumbled.

"Nor a delicate flower such as yourself," Billy teased. "Ow!" A snowball hit him square in the back of the head and Don was smirking behind him when he turned around. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood or else I'd kick your sorry ass down the mountain so you wouldn't get to enjoy the skiing you hiked so long for."

"You ready to do this?" Don asked impatiently.

Billy checked Don's avalanche beacon then playfully pulled Don's goggles down to cover his eyes. "You're good to go," he pronounced. He checked his own beacon and put his own goggles on. "Last one down buys dinner!"

He pushed off and headed down the pristine slope, Don barely a half second behind him. They zigzagged across the open area between the trees, kicking up fresh powder in their wake.

Suddenly Don shifted, changing from switchbacks to downhilling, passing Billy by.

"See you!" he called out as he passed.

Billy set off after him, both of them hurtling down the hill, wind whipping their faces as the cold nipped their cheeks red.


They were almost all the way down when they heard the ominous roar behind them.

Billy was the first to look back, blanching in fear as he saw a tidal wave of snow bearing down on them from above.

"Head for the trees!" he yelled.

They both changed direction to cut across the open slope towards the forest edge, racing as fast as they could to try to outrun the tons of snow gaining on them.

As Don neared the trees, he risked a look behind him. Billy was about fifty feet behind him and the rumbling shook the earth beneath their feet it was so close.


"Go, go, go!"

Don skied right into the forest at top speed, running into a low hanging branch and crashing as he tried to slow down.

He rolled himself towards the nearest tree and wrapped his arms around it just before the avalanche hit, pummeling him hard with snow and driving him headfirst against the tree.

Within seconds he was buried and a few seconds after that was silence.


Flailing, Don knocked away the two feet of snow over his head and made an open area so he could breathe. Gulping air, more out of a need to prove he could rather than being out of oxygen - buried only a matter of seconds - he tossed aside his damaged goggles and struggled to get to his snow shovel on his back.

After some frustrated wrestling, he got the shovel out and used it to dig out his legs enough so he could undo his bindings, leaving his skis buried for the time being.

He crawled out of the snowdrift and looked around him.

All he saw was snow - no sign of Billy at all.

Panicking, knowing that Billy probably hadn't made it to the trees, he tried to calm himself enough to let his training take over.

He pulled his avalanche beacon out of his jacket and set it to search for Billy's signal.


The shock stole the breath from his lungs. His mind cast back and he recalled Billy checking both of their beacons before they'd headed out.

He flipped over the beacon and read the small print on the back: 'Range: 50 meters'.

Stumbling, he half walked and half crawled across the snow trying to get to the edge of the forest. Once he reached it, he could see the scope of the devastation. An area longer than a football field below him was covered in the remains of the avalanche before the mountain leveled out and the snow had come to a final stop.

The snow was deep and hard to walk through, but Don figured out a direction based on where he thought Billy had been when he'd been caught up in the icy maelstrom.

His racing heart had little to do with the exertion and everything to do with his fear for Billy. He could have been slammed into a tree. He could have had his neck snapped from the impact. He could be laying under the snow now, body broken and battered - running out of air.

Don had faced death plenty in his line of work, but here - all alone with no gun and no way to fight against the dead weight of a quarter mile of snow - he felt helpless.

Every few yards he stopped to check for a signal and each time he found nothing his chest clenched.

Trudging through the snow was taking too long, so he managed to lie down on top of a fairly level packed down section and roll himself down the slope a good hundred feet before he breathlessly stopped himself from gaining too much speed.

He checked the beacon again and a flush of adrenaline raced through him.

There was a signal.

Desperate now, he crawled, rolled, staggered and slid his way down as he followed the signal, orienting himself further from the trees and far closer to the bottom of the hill.

Each yard seemed to take an eternity and precious seconds were ticking by.

Once he finally got in the vicinity, he pulled his avalanche probe out of the pack on his back and assembled it in seconds.

Glancing at the beacon as a guide one last time, he started poking the probe into the snow.

Six feet deep.

He kept poking the snow, moving over just a foot each time so as not to miss Billy - trying to rush and not rush at the same time - anxious to find him and dig him out.

Six feet.

Six feet.

Six feet.

Four feet.

Needing to be sure since digging that much snow would take a lot of time and energy, Don quickly took a number of readings in that small area before tossing the probe aside and bringing out his shovel again.

He tore into the snow, putting every muscle he'd built up in baseball into it, every bit of stamina he'd amassed as an FBI agent and all of the protectiveness he'd nurtured from the moment his brother had been born.

Billy was relying on him.

Three feet down, he froze at the sight of blood in the snow.

As he stared, a drop of blood fell from his forehead to join the blood he'd already lost without realizing it.

Annoyed, he wiped away the blood with his forearm, smearing his parka with it before lunging back into his task.

Digging more carefully once he'd cleared four feet of snow, he finally spotted an arm.

Working his way around it, he found Billy's torso, spurring a rush of effort to clear the snow away from his face.

Don got into the hole and started digging away the snow around Billy's head with his gloved hands, fighting down his worry at how still he seemed.

"Come on, Billy. Come on..." he murmured.

He cleared the snow away from Billy's face, brushing as much as he could from his eyes and mouth - his goggles likely torn from his head at some point in the violent tumble down the mountain.

He bit a finger of his glove to tug it off, exposing his hand to the cold in order to check for a pulse.

It was there: strong and steady.

He hovered his palm over Billy's mouth and let out a sigh of relief at the exhalation he felt there.

A sound in the distance made him straighten back up and look out of the hole.

In the distance, two snow patrol snowmobiles were headed in their direction.

Don waved his arms and got an answering wave in return.

He stuck his shovel in the snow at the top of the hole and put his glove over the top of the handle to guide the search and rescue team to their exact location before ducking down into the hole again.

He laid his palm against Billy's cheek, the ice crystals cold against his warm skin.

Billy's snowflake dusted eyelashes fluttered and his eyes opened, taking a few seconds to focus before they fixed on Don's face.

"Please tell me I can't move my legs because there's a freaking ton of snow on top of them," he said, trying for levity despite the undercurrent of panic beneath.

"There's a freaking ton of snow," Don assured him kindly. "Snow patrol's on their way. They'll be here in a few minutes to finish digging you out."

"I really did wear you out then, didn't I?" Billy teased.

Don laughed, almost on the verge of hysterical crying now that the worst was over.

"Yeah, you really did," he agreed shakily.

Billy managed to pull an arm the rest of the way free of the snow and grabbed Don's hand as he tried to pull it away.

"You're okay. I'm okay," he told him solemnly. "We made it through, Don. We're good."

Don nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah. We're good."


"I thought you were in the hot tub?"

Don entered the living room of their suite in the lodge towel drying his hair and wearing one of the lodge's thick warm bathrobes.

Billy sat in front of the fireplace staring pensively into the flames, wearing a bathrobe as well.

"I was."

Don slung the towel around his neck and crouched down on the rug in front of the chair Billy was slouching in, trying to catch his eye.


"I came back in."

"After less than five minutes? You're aching all over, you said so yourself," Don stressed. "You wouldn't let the doctor give you any pills, so the hot tub should help make you feel better."

"Too much snow out there," Billy said quietly, not meeting Don's eyes.

Don let out a shaky breath and steadied himself with a hand on the chair arm near Billy's leg.

"I wasn't buried that deep or that long," Don said hesitantly. "But I admit it totally freaked me out. I've stared down a semi-automatic and not been as scared as when that snow came at me." He paused a few seconds. "Or when I realized you were just... gone." Don's voice hitched on the last word and Billy finally turned to face him, a seriousness - a gravity - in his expression Don had never seen before.

Billy reached out towards where the gash on Don's forehead was held in place by two butterfly bandages, but pulled his hand back midway and returned his gaze to the fire.

"We both could have died out there." His voice was tight with restrained emotion. "If you'd... I'm not sure I could have faced Charlie and your dad afterwards, telling them... God! I can't believe I almost got you killed over a stupid adrenaline rush!" he railed. "I should have just gone to Tahiti."

"With Martin?" Don asked gently. Billy turned sharply to Don, surprised. "Martin's your ex isn't he? I know you never said anything..." He shrugged, at a loss for words. "But I know you. I know you better than you think I do."

Billy took a few breaths before responding. "Yeah. Martin and I were..." He shrugged, unable to find the word. "But we still get along fine. Good enough that he kept dropping hints about taking a vacation together." He huffed, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have introduced you two. You're too sharp not to have figured us out."

"So I take it he's out and wants you to be out too?"

"Martin... He wants a lot of things," Billy said thoughtfully. "But he's not what I want." Billy rose and stepped to the fireplace, leaning against the mantle as he stared into the flames. Don slipped into Billy's chair, settling in to wait. Billy was quiet long enough Don had to bite back comments twice, trying just to let him get to what he needed to say in his own time. "Nothing like a brush with death to get you thinking, right?" He was obviously stalling, but Don merely gave him an encouraging look. Billy busied his fingers, running them along the edge of the mantle, his brow furrowed.

"Billy..." Don finally caved, unable to stand the silence any longer.

Billy straightened up, forcing a pleasant expression on his face. "You're right. I really should be in that hot tub getting the kinks out. I got beat up by a fucking mountain after all."

"Billy, please..." Don rose and halted Billy's exit with a hand on his arm. The light touch wasn't anywhere near strong enough to keep Billy from leaving, but the meaning behind it stopped him in his tracks. Billy let his head hang down, a pained breath barely audible as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I didn't want to admit it," Billy said to the floor, still facing away from Don.

"Admit what?" Don prodded gently.

"Why I bugged you to go on vacation with me instead of just taking Martin up on his offer. That I had an ulterior motive for wanting to spend my time off with you. I asked you to come as a friend, but I guess I kind of hoped..."

Don's hand slid up Billy's arm and curled around his bicep. "You hoped..."

"I know. Stupid, huh?"

Don moved in closer, his thumb brushing back and forth across the taut muscle under Billy's sleeve. "Why do you think I came?" he said softly.

Billy turned, the shock clear on his face, staring at Don who merely smiled serenely, not letting go of Billy's arm. Billy searched his face, unbelieving, until he let out the breath he'd been holding, still shaken by the unexpected revelation.

"Yeah?" he said tentatively.

"Yeah," Don said, letting a little smirk play on his lips.

"You sure that's not just the head injury talking?" Billy ventured, finally reaching out to brush his fingers along Don's hairline near his bandages.

"I didn't have a concussion when I said yes to this trip, now did I?" Don shifted a little closer into Billy's personal space.

"No, but..."

"No buts..." Don scolded. "I'm here, aren't I? And I know what I'm doing."

Billy opened his mouth, but Don silenced his protests with a simple but firm kiss. A stunned second passed before Billy came to life, grabbing the ends of the towel slung around Don's neck to tug him closer, devouring him with hungry kisses.

Don slipped his arms around Billy's waist, encouraging him, pulling him closer to erase the space between them.

Billy finally slid the towel off from Don's neck and tossed it aside.

"You sure I'm not the one with the concussion? Hallucinating all this?" he asked.

Don grabbed him by the lapels and tugged him down for another kiss. "This feel like a hallucination to you?"

"Hell no..." Billy cupped Don's jaw in his large hands, kissing him thoroughly, mapping his mouth with his tongue. His hands ran down Don's neck and slipped just under the lapels of Don's robe, pushing it open to expose his chest. He dipped his head down to ravish Don's neck, his tongue leading the way down to the hollow at the base of Don's throat as his fingers wove their way into Don's chest hair.

Don's hands slid down to the sash of Billy's robe and he untied it, pushing the robe off Billy's shoulders until it fell to the floor.

Billy untied the sash of Don's robe and slipped his hands inside to cup Don's ass and pull him against him.

Both men groaned in approval as they finally met skin to skin, full frontal.

Don managed to shimmy out of the robe, tossing it aside.

"Come here," he beckoned, tugging Billy by the hand as he lowered himself to the rug in front of the fireplace.

Billy didn't hesitate and rushed to cover Don's body with his own as they stretched out in front of the flickering flames.

Hands roamed greedily, exploring heated flesh as they moved their bodies against each other seeking friction, contact, confirmation of life.

Billy rolled them over, pulling Don on top of him - the perfect round globes of Don's ass finally in his hands.

The crackling of the fire melded with their breathy pants and fevered kisses in a seductive soundtrack to their physical explorations.

Shifting position again, Billy ended up looking down at Don beneath him as their cocks brushed against each other trapped between their sweat slicked stomachs.

Their movements became rushed, frantic, and Billy watched in wonder as the always in control agent he'd known for years dissolved away and Don came undone before him, their eyes locked with a startling intimacy as Billy sent him over the edge.

Sliding through the slick mess on their bellies Billy stiffened, his steady cadence stuttering as he lost himself, shuddering as Don's hands gripped him tightly, completed their connection, grounding him to the earth even as he floated away in bliss.

He collapsed into Don's arms, both of them gasping and shaking with the force of their completion.

Billy's voice held a tremor he couldn't control when he finally spoke.

"Am I dead? Am I still under the snow, running out of air and hallucinating?"

An involuntary exclamation of empathy escaped Don's lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around Billy.

"I promise I'm real," he swore. "Just tell me what I have to do to convince you."

Billy pulled back to look down at Don, euphoria and doubt fighting for dominance on his expressive face.

"Stay with me," he said simply. "Don't leave me."

Don smiled, his eyes crinkling up at the edges.

"You've got me," he assured him. "I'm not going anywhere."


Billy laid his head back against Don's shoulder behind him, closing his eyes despite the fact that he was facing the suite and not the mountain as the warm waters of the hot tub soothed him.

Don's arms encircled him, one hand lazily skating across his chest under water as he pressed a kiss to Billy's temple.

"I wish you'd let the doctor give you some pain pills. Bad as you are now you're going to wake up tomorrow all battered and bruised and not feel like moving at all."

"Then I guess I won't leave the bed," Billy smirked. "Can't think of a good reason to leave the lodge at this point."

"You had to pick a place with room service," Don teased. "We may not leave the suite for the two weeks we're here."

"Works for me," Billy said with a happy sigh. A second later he stiffened, sitting up and turning to face Don who looked startled and confused. "You know I didn't just bring you on vacation for sex, right?"

Don reached for him, pulling him close for a leisurely kiss. "Yes, I know that. And that's not what I came for either. So just relax. We have plenty of time to spend together before we have to go back to the real world. Let's just enjoy it, okay?"

He tried to pull Billy back into position, but Billy resisted, looking at him with a curious expression.

"If I never said anything how did you know?"

Don reached a hand out of the water to brush a thumb across Billy's lower lip.

"I know you, remember? Better than you think."

Billy pressed a kiss into Don's palm and settled back into the circle of Don's arms, letting the warmth of the water and the warmth inside of him soothe away the frightening memories of the day.

"Yes, you do. Better than anyone..."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 2nd, 2007 10:20 am (UTC)
This fic was written as a birthday gift for knotted_rose.

She asked for Don/Billy and boys being boys. And porn. Because she knows what I like to write. /grins/

I had gotten this bunny about Don and Billy being in an avalanche while skiing so when she asked for D/B right after that I considered it a sign that I had to write it for her.

I had wanted to do some misdirection - make people think this was a fun vacation fic with the boys being all playful and mischievous and then spring the avalanche out of nowhere. Only it didn't quite work out that way. I admit I did a poor job of hiding the avalanche to come in the first version. It practically had a neon sign pointing to it I was so heavy handed. I went back and edited over and over, but I think I just couldn't erase all signs of it, so I settled for it not being painfully obvious.

She didn't ask for angst or H/C, but the LJ Numb3rs fandom is woefully short on those. I figured it would be a nice bonus past the request and I know I enjoyed that part.

FWIW, deadly avalanches are way too common in British Columbia. I know a man whose brother died in one. It was all over the papers for days and I felt so horrible for him having to be reminded constantly by the media of his terrible loss.

The gear they carry: beacons, probes and shovels is supposedly what's de rigueur for backcountry skiing. I only know this from Internet research - and the experience of my friend's tragedy - so please don't consider this any sort of authoritative source.

I confess I'm not a skier, so almost all of the fic having to do with snow or skiing is horribly suspect. Mea culpa. I especially have no clue about how to alert snow patrol where you'll be when you go backcountry skiing, but it makes sense to me that you have to tell someone, else how will they know where to look for you or even that you're missing? I mean, what good are beacons if no one's searching?

A few random notes...

I wanted Billy to be a fan of the Flyers, but the pun of using the Rangers (Max plays Mack on The Unit who is an Army Ranger) was just too good to pass up. ;-)

Yes, the Ducks won the Stanley Cup this last season. I saw the pigs flying over Anaheim myself... Hehehe

I'm claustrophobic so writing both of them being buried under the snow made me very anxious and I'm *nowhere* near snow where I live.

It's likely the snow pack plus avalanche snow would equal more than six feet, but I liked the ominous implication of a man six feet under. (Of course that was impossible given that there was enough snow to ski on and he couldn't be flat on the ground, but 8 feet, 8 feet, 8 feet, 6 feet didn't have the same ring to it. /grins/)

I've never been in an avalanche, but I assume from a fluid dynamics perspective it might be something like getting caught in a crashing wave in the ocean - something I've had intimate experience with. You're tossed around wildly, thrown against the ground only to be lifted up and thrown down again. Your body is twisted and contorted and you have no control over any of your limbs. After a while, you fear you might never get the chance to get free and breathe again. It can be terrifying.

I apologize for giving Billy a random ex. I had wanted this fic to be a first time, but I got feedback saying that it felt like an established relationship. Then I got feedback that said go ahead and make it a first time. I really struggled with that whole section - I mean Billy's not good about talking about feelings so I'm not good writing Billy not being good with feelings. (Did that make any sense? LOL)

You know for H/C I didn't get anyone too hurt, but if I did I couldn't have porn right away, so this fic for me had a lot of what I love about angst and H/C without me having to write a super long fic. This one feels like a Goldilocks fic: just right. /smiles/

So happy birthday, knotted_rose! I hope you like your boys. It was my pleasure to write them for you and to hopefully make you happy with them.

Very special thanks to betas melissima and iolsai and to 1trackmind for their assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsession: billypenguingal on December 2nd, 2007 10:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Oh, Boys!!! *hands*
michele0013michele0013 on December 2nd, 2007 11:15 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
I really love Don/Coop! Thanks for the wonderful story! It was nice to see them get together.
fredbassettfredbassett on December 2nd, 2007 10:49 am (UTC)
*MEEP* This is why I go caving not skiing!!!

Well I didn't think the avalanche was obvious, it surprised me :)

Loved the two boys all the way through this. Don does grouchy so very well and the fireside sex was gorgeous. Just the thing to read on a cold, wet, previously miserable Sunday morning. I've got a nice warm fuzzy feeling now.
riverotter1951: red valentineriverotter1951 on December 2nd, 2007 03:28 pm (UTC)
Wow. Another pairing to appreciate. I enjoyed the twists and turns of this relationship as well as the back story.
Karenbyrons_brain on December 2nd, 2007 03:40 pm (UTC)
::shivers:: HOT stuff.... I love it when they get into completative mode...
Abbie Strehlow: Snow Treeknotted_rose on December 2nd, 2007 07:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for the birthday fic! I'm going to love it and squeeze it and call it George. Or, you know, something like that. *G*

Though I must say -- now I know who's responsible for all the snow on my birthday! Just to put me in the mood for skiing.

I learned to ski about the same time I learned to walk, and nothing threw me out of the fic, so good job!

And thank you once again! It's a lovely, *lovely* birthday present.

::hugs and smooches::
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 2nd, 2007 08:31 pm (UTC)
/hugs back/

George! I love it! /pats George on the head/ Hehehe

I figured you might know snow and skiing, but I didn't want to ask you and spoil the surprise. I'm relieved I didn't mess up anything major. iolsai is a longtime skier so I trusted that she'd put me straight if I was way off base. (And she did on at least one thing thankfully.)

I can't believe that all that snow fell just after I started writing this and while I was finishing it. /glares at muse/ Did you do that? /scolds/

I feel horrid that I was late with it, but considering I have some two year old birthday fic still not done I suppose I should be thrilled that I got it within 75 minutes. :-)

Glad you liked it. I really enjoyed writing it for you.
Walking Liability: j&w| the man and his manasemic on December 2nd, 2007 07:28 pm (UTC)
Glad to see that Billy is a Ranger fan.

Great story. You knock it out of the ballpark every time.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 2nd, 2007 08:32 pm (UTC)
You read it!

Aww, thank you.

I like writing a Billy that pleases you...
ladygray99: Donladygray99 on December 2nd, 2007 07:29 pm (UTC)
Reason's I don't ski. Ever. Hot sex though.
cpwatcher on December 2nd, 2007 07:38 pm (UTC)
Great story Emma. Also the reason I can't go skiing, fear of being buried alive. The snow fight was my favorite scene, next to the sex of course. *g* Don + Billy = <3
irena_adler: Coop Donirena_adler on December 2nd, 2007 08:51 pm (UTC)
From fun to exciting to hot to sweet. :) I didn't expect an avalance, per se, but something along that line in terms of drama and angst. Too much for them to go out in the boonies without something happening. ;)
melissima: Hug Hello <lj user=raeyashi>melissima on December 3rd, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)
How awesome is this! I'm so excited to see it posted. I love the way the sex ensued--very natural and sweet. I'm so glad you hung on to your intention to make it a first time--that's another thing we don't get a lot of, especially with this pairing. Yum!!

Cynthia: DC Man Hunt by angeliksmall1trackmind on December 4th, 2007 01:35 am (UTC)
"I shouldn't have introduced you two. You're too sharp not to have figured us out."

Great line!

"I know you, remember? Better than you think."

Very nice!
pinkdoom on December 5th, 2007 01:19 am (UTC)
A stunned second passed before Billy came to life, grabbing the ends of the towel slung around Don's neck to tug him closer, devouring him with hungry kisses.

I LOVE that! I don't know why, goodness knows it's been done before, but I love it and I think it's wonderful you used it. This was just gooey-fantastic-h/c-billy/don love and I enjoyed every word. And hey...predictability's okay, really. Honey, you put out so much fic and have many dedicated readers, I wouldn't apologize for making the avalanche kinda obvious...who cares? There was h/c! :)
Andreadizzydrea on August 5th, 2011 04:02 am (UTC)
This I love because I can actually picture the two of them acting like a couple of big goofs. I think sometimes we imagine two men in a relationship acting more like girls than guys. And I know they weren't technically in a relationship at the time of the snowball fight, but I'd still expect two guys to horse around, even if they are together. It's what men do.

I'm from California, and I used to ski a lot (not so much anymore because of the bad knees), and you got the skiing thing pretty right on. I don't know anything about backcountry skiing, mostly because I'm not crazy enough to go off the trails, but nothing dragged me out of the fic, so I think you're good. The internet is a wonderful tool when it comes to researching stuff you don't know, yes?

I especially loved how vulnerable you made Billy. Even a tough guy like him will have his weaknesses and times when he's unsure. You played it beautifully. I've added it to my list of fics I'll go back to when I need some dreamy hotness!