Cheer Up!

Chapter 18

A few weeks later, winter fell on the island. I was surprised at how cold it got, considering that it was a small island, after all. I really hadn't expected it to snow, but on the very first day of winter, the temperature dropped drastically and snow blanketed my field in a thin layer.

Even though it was a Sunday, there were no construction projects in the works for Luke, so his dad gave him the day off of work. He chopped wood behind the house while I tended to my animals, and then we went back in the house to warm up with some hot tea.

Luke couldn't stop shivering, and I clucked my tongue sympathetically. "It's because you're wearing short sleeves," I admonished. "You can't wear the same kind of shirts that you wore in fall. You've got to put on a jacket, honey."

He chattered his teeth and looked up at me as I poured more tea in his cup. "It's not just because of my arms. My junk is all cold too."

My face trembled, and I pursed my lips together to keep from laughing. "Your what?"

He pointed into his lap, totally straight faced. "My junk. It's cold."

I rolled my tongue around in my mouth, then cleared my throat. "Well...maybe that's because you wear boxers. If you wore briefs, it would keep your...ahem...'junk' closer in to your body, and keep it warm."

He furrowed his brow. "Briefs? You mean like dork pants? No! Only people like Gill wear those!"

I laughed. "Wait, how do you know what kind of underwear Gill wears?"

"Because. Gill used to always make fun of me when we were kids, calling me retard and stuff, and Owen always stood up for me. He gave Gill more than a few wedgies, and we all got a laugh out of his little white underwear."

"Well, I don't think anyone will be giving you a wedgie and exposing your underwear to the town, so only I will know you're wearing them."

He looked doubtful. "But I'll look like a dork. And then you won't think I'm sexy anymore."

I laughed. "Oh, silly. I'll always think you're sexy. Dork pants or not. What would not be sexy is if your 'junk' got frostbite and fell off."

Luke shrieked. "Fell off?" he asked in a terrified, high pitched voice. "That can happen?" He stood up suddenly, almost upsetting his teacup in the process. "We have to go out NOW, and buy some dork pants!" He was halfway out the door as I scrambled to catch up with him. "I cannot have my junk falling off!" he declared loudly, as he stomped with purpose through the snow, towards town.

"I was just teasing," I told him as I hurried after him, but he was hellbent on getting some new underwear. I shrugged, figuring I shouldn't argue, because it was the result I was looking for, despite that I had to scare him to get him to agree.

We ended up in the new clothing store that had opened not but a few days earlier. The petite pink haired salesgirl, Luna, greeted us. I glanced to the back of the shop, where Gill was being measured by Candace, the seamstress.

"I need to buy some dork pants," Luke declared. "Like that guy wears." He pointed back at Gill.

"Shut up, retard," came the indignant reply. Luna looked a little puzzled.

"You mean, like the white overalls he's wearing right now?"

Luke shook his head. "No, like his dorky underwear. I don't want to get frostbite on my junk and have it fall off! No!" He yelped a little, just thinking about it.

Meanwhile, all three of us women, and Gill, were staring at Luke with our mouths open. "Luke," I whispered. "You don't have to tell everyone WHY you want to buy briefs."

He looked at me, puzzled. "But why not? Oh," he suddenly realized something. "It's not cool for me to talk about my junk in front of other women, is it?" I shook my head slowly. "Sorry," he grinned at me, and I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Okay, so anyway..." he turned back to Luna, who had shaken off her initial shock and had retrieved some packages of underwear.

"You look like a medium," she said simply, handing the packages over. The briefs inside were blue, Luke's favorite color.

"Yeah, that's right! And this is my favorite color," Luke said. "You're good at your job."

"Well..." Luna trailed off. I shot her a glance, and we bit our lips to keep from laughing. It wasn't exactly hard to guess what his favorite color was, since he had blue all over him. We also picked out some scarves, hats, and mittens for the cold weather. Luna rang us up, and then bagged up the purchases. "Have a nice day!" she chimed cheerfully.

"Yeah, and don't let your 'junk' freeze off," Gill snorted.

"I won't! Bye!" Luke proclaimed cheerfully.

Gill rolled his eyes in response, and muttered, "Retard." I just took Luke's hand, and headed out of the shop.

We went home, and Luke immediately wanted to change into his new underwear. As soon as we got in the door, he was already pulling his boots, pants and boxers off. He stood in front of me, just wearing his shirt, and jutted his hips towards me. "See? It's all cold. Touch it." I groaned, laughing a little, but I complied, stepping forward and cupping his self-proclaimed "junk" in my hands. "Yeow! Your hands are even colder!" he yelped, backing away hurriedly.

"Oh? I thought you wanted me to touch it," I insisted, advancing on him playfully and touching him again with my cold fingers.

"No! Ah!" he cried, falling back onto the bed. "You're going to freeze it and break it!" He squirmed to try to get away from me. Before he could stop me, I dropped down and took him into my mouth. He gave a relieved sigh. "Ah, t-that's better. Your mouth is so warm." He reached down and petted my head lovingly.

He quickly hardened up in my mouth, and I worked enthusiastically. At one point, I tried to supplement what I was doing by stroking him with my hand, but I guessed that my fingers were still too cold, because he gave a short yelp, and I quickly backed off. "Sorry," I mumbled, my mouth full. He just sighed and melted back into the bed.

"I'm going to come soon," he warned me, though I could already tell that by the erratic way he was breathing. "Wait," he cried. "I wanna do it. Do you wanna do it?"

I smiled, taking my mouth off of him and rising up. "Yeah," I replied, already easing my pants off.

"Badass," he breathed, as I moved forward, straddling him. "Oh, hell yeah," he groaned, as I guided him inside of me. I ground against him for a few moments, until he grasped me firmly by the hips. "Stop," he gasped. "I'm too close." We paused in our movements for a minute, until he swallowed hard and began thrusting lightly up into me again.

"Honey?" his voice suddenly took on a pleading tone, and I looked down on him questioningly. "Would you..." he hesitated. My heart froze for a minute, afraid he might ask for something weird. "Would you...talk dirty to me?"

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, that that was all it was, but then my face quickly reddened, as I became unsure of what to do. "Like...what? Bad words?"

He panted, thrusting up into me. "I don't even know. I just like the idea of it. It sounds...hot."

I smiled, as seductively as I could manage. "Hmmm...well..." I thought for a minute, as we moved together. I leaned in closer to him, breathing heavily. "Mmmm...Luke, you're so big..." I panted in his ear.

His eyes widened, and he thrust into me a little erratically. "Whoa!" He took a deep breath, rolling his eyes back in his head. "Whoa, you almost made me come right there."

I smiled more, getting into it now. "Oooh, are you going to come inside of me?" I asked in a sexy voice, and he groaned, sounding almost pitiful in his desire. "I want you to, Luke. I want you to fuck me and then..."

But my further voyages into the world of dirty talk were cut short. "Ahhh! Oh my Goddess!" Luke screamed, thrusting up into me wildly. "I'm coming!" he groaned. I increased the speed of my motions against him until I was climaxing too. We stayed together for a moment, then I carefully dismounted him and snuggled up beside him.

He breathed heavily, obviously overcome with ecstasy. "That was...that was..." he was unable to finish his thoughts, finally just closing his eyes and letting out a long exhale.

"You're so cute," I said, smiling as I brushed a bit of hair out of his face. He just turned on his side, smiling with his eyes closed, and promptly fell asleep. I couldn't tuck him under the covers because he was laying on top of them, so I went ahead and got out one of the quilts we had gotten as a wedding present, and spread it out over him. I let him sleep while I made lunch.

When lunch was ready, I stood over him, stroking his face lovingly. He groggily opened his eyes. "Hey, sleepyhead," I said.

He yawned and stretched, then gave a sheepish little smile. "Hey, honey, did you really mean what you said?"

"Hmmm?"

"You know, when you said I was...big."

I smiled and nodded. "Yes, Luke, I meant it."

"Okay, then will you like, help me measure it?"

"What?"

"I've got a measuring tape in my carpenter's bag. Right there!" He pointed to the side table. I rolled my eyes, but retrieved it. He pulled the covers back on himself, exposing his already recovered hardness.

"Now, why am I not surprised that you're already hard again?" I murmured, and he just gave a big grin, gesturing for me to measure it. "Come on! Haven't you ever done this yourself?" I protested.

He actually blushed a little. "Well, yeah, but maybe I wasn't measuring it right." He looked up at me with those golden puppy dog eyes that I could never resist. I knew it really was that he wanted me to do it.

"All right," I relented, and stretched the measuring tape out. I leaned forward and measured his length. "Seven and a half inches," I declared, letting the measuring tape respool with a sharp snap.

"Awesome!" he cheered. "Wait, that's good, right?"

"Yes, Luke, it's very good. And big. Now come on, your lunch is getting cold."

He jumped up, heading for the table. "Uh uh uh!" I admonished, as I might do to a misbehaving pet. He was still naked from the waist down, and he looked at me with big innocent eyes like he had no idea what I was reprimanding him for, as he sat down in the chair. "Luke! Put some clothes on!"

He grinned. "I have clothes on." He tugged at his shirt for emphasis.

I stomped my foot playfully. "You know what I mean." He flashed another cheeky grin, then got up to redress.

He opened up the package and put on a new pair of briefs. "Ugh! They are dorky looking!" he protested, looking down on himself.

"They look fine," I assured him. "Now, put your pants on and come eat lunch." He did so reluctantly.

"Are you sure you'll still think I'm sexy wearing these things?"

"Yes, Luke," I reassured him.

"Okay," he said, but still sounded a little doubtful.

While we were out later that day, he embraced me playfully from behind, nuzzling into my neck. I felt him press his body into mine, and then he gave a strange cry, pulling away. I turned around in confusion, and then gaped when I saw that he was fiddling with himself through his pants.

"Luke!" I admonished.

"But, but! It's all twisted up weird in these dork pants!" He mercifully lowered his voice a bit. "I started getting hard, and it's kind of at a weird...angle." I rolled my eyes, then stood in front of him to block any possible eyes, even though I didn't see anyone looking towards us. He struggled a little for a moment, then sighed in relief. "Ah, that's better. You know, maybe I'm too big for dork pants." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at me.

"Luke..." I groaned, but I couldn't help eventually breaking out into a grin when he did. His smile was contagious.