In Snowman
with Benefits by Marshall Thornton, Trey is desperate to win a neighborhood
snowman contest. Trey pulls out all the stops. He and his boyfriend, Landon,
work all morning to make a snowman along the lines of Michelangelo’s David. Unfortunately, all does not go
well, and the two break up over Trey’s relentless perfectionism. Struggling to
take a nap that afternoon, Trey is awakened by the sound of someone in his
house. He goes downstairs to find the snowman has come to life – and he’s
horny!
Snowman with Benefits
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (November 10, 2014)
- ISBN-10: 1503190447
- ISBN-13: 978-1503190443
Excerpt:
Someone was rumbling around
downstairs. Opening things; shutting them. The noise woke me. My first thought
was that I was being robbed. My second was that Landon had come back and was
packing his things. The thought of Landon downstairs made me angry – not as
angry as the idea of being robbed – but still, angry. Breaking up with me at
Christmas was low. Despicable even. And for what? I wasn’t abusive. I wasn’t a
drunk. I just liked things to be nice. Who didn’t like things to be nice? And I
wanted him to be better. Was that so terrible? Everything I said was for his
benefit.
I stomped down the stairs and
stormed into the kitchen ready to give Landon a piece of my mind. A big piece.
Unless, of course, he’d come back to apologize, which was actually very likely.
Instantly, I decided I’d be kind and generous and forgiving. Yes, I’d sternly
warn him to never, never do it again. And he would promise not to.
But when I got into the kitchen it
wasn’t Landon standing there. It was someone else. A man. Looking into my refrigerator.
He glanced over at me and said, “I’m so thirsty. Do you have any iced tea?”
He was tall and pale, so pale that
his skin had a bluish cast to it. His hair was frost white and his eyes sea
green. He had a clever little dimple in his chin. He wasn’t wearing anything
other than a red Speedo and an amazing set of abs. He looked exactly like—
No, it was not possible. Not
possible at all.
I dashed out of the kitchen into
the living room and looked out the window. My mouth dropped open. He was gone.
Snow David was no longer standing in front of my house. Where he’d been
standing, there was just a lumpy mound of snow. This couldn’t be real. I had to
be dreaming. I slapped myself in the face a couple of times and then looked out
into the front yard again. The snowman still wasn’t there. Did that mean I
wasn’t dreaming? Or did it mean I just hadn’t woken up? I tried slapping myself
a few more times.
Nothing. No snowman.
My face throbbed and I was
wide-awake. I had the sick feeling I wasn’t dreaming. I went back to the
kitchen. The snowman was still there. Still studying the contents of my
refrigerator. He opened the freezer drawer and looked down into it. Then he
squealed. “Popsicles. Yummy!”
He snatched up a cherry popsicle
and was about to unwrap it when I said, “They’re from last summer. They might
have a little bit of freezer burn.”
Dropping the popsicle, he slammed
the freezer shut and stepped back in horror.
“Freezer burn is a devastating
skin disease. And it’s contagious. You have to get rid of that immediately.” He
took a step toward me. “Seriously, can you imagine what it would do to my
porcelain complexion?”
“Who exactly are you?”
“What do you mean, ‘Who am I?’ I’m
the snowman.”
“I know you’re a snowman. But
which, how, who...”
“Not a snowman. The snowman.”
“Well, there’s more than one
snowman. Right?”
“There’s only one snowman who
counts and that’s me. The snowman.”
“All right, you’re the snowman. How did you get here?”
“You made a wish. Don’t you
remember making a wish?”
It took a moment but then I did
remember. But that— “I did sort of make a wish, but I didn’t wish for you to
come to life. I’d remember that. I was really wishing for something more...
useful.”
“Has no one ever told you to be
careful what you wish for?”
“Well, yes, but this is not—”
“No this is exactly what they were
referring to.”
“Well, okay, sure. How exactly was
my wish granted? I mean, isn’t there usually a witch or a genie or a fairy
godmother involved?”
“All of the above. Or none, as the
case may be.”
“And this is a none case? Because,
you know, I didn’t see any non-human wish grantors around.”
This had to be one of the strangest conversations I’d ever had in my
life, I thought.
“You know, it’s not always a good
thing to think too much about things like this. It’s best to go with the flow.
And witches are actually human, by the way. ”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“It causes all sorts of problems
when you date one, though.”
“You date witches?”
“Well, no, warlocks. Now and then.
But the whole, human/not human thing... Well, it’s complicated.”
“So, what you’re telling me is
that the magical characters I grew up “The Easter Bunny. The Tooth Fairy. Jack
Frost.”
“Jack Frost! Don’t even talk to me
about Jack Frost.”
“You know Jack Frost?” I asked.
“We dated. Briefly. Between you
and me he’s kind of an ice queen.”
“What about Frosty the Snowman?
Did you date him?”
“I would never! You do know that
everyone calls him Fisty the Snowman behind his back?”
“Um, no, I never heard that.”
“Well, I’d stay away from him if I
were you. You could put an arm up there and not see it again until spring.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. What
about Santa, you didn’t... he’s not...”
“Don’t be silly, Mrs. Claus would
have me by the snowballs. I did go through an elf phase. I’m not proud of it.
Short men always have something to prove. I let them prove it.”
I didn’t know exactly what he
meant by that, but was sure I didn’t want to.
“Okay, so what happens now?” I
asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well what are you going to do? I
mean, are you staying or are you going back to being an actual snowman? Soon?
Like, maybe before the contest is going to be judged? Which I think is in about
two hours.” I really hoped no one noticed that my snowman was AWOL. That could
raise some challenging questions.
“Really? This,” he said, waving
his arm dramatically from head to toe. “This is standing in your kitchen and
you’re worried about a contest?”
“It’s an important contest. I
thought I had a shot at winning.”
“Well, of course you do. Look at
me.” Snow David walked across the kitchen and stood very close to me. Too
close. “It’s very hot in here. You couldn’t turn the air conditioning on, could
you?”
“It’s the middle of winter.”
“Hmmmm... I know. I’m most
comfortable at about thirty degrees Fahrenheit.”
“My pipes would freeze.”
“Oh baby, I’ll freeze your pipes.”
I took a step back. “Frozen pipes
are actually a very expensive problem.”
“Why don’t we go to your bedroom
and you can check my plumbing?”
“You want to have sex with me? We
just met.”
“Oh my God, you’re one of those
guys, aren’t you?”
“One of what guys?”
“One of those guys who has to get
to know someone. You do realize that never ends well.”
“Landon and I didn’t have sex
until we’d known each other a month.”
“And look how that turned out.”
“When we started having sex didn’t
have anything to do with our breaking up.”
“I didn’t say it did. But if you
hadn’t waited you’d have had a whole extra month of sex. And if you had a whole
extra month of sex maybe he would have liked it enough to stay.”
“He didn’t leave because he didn’t
like having sex with me.”
“He didn’t say that. But really,
that’s why they all leave.”
“That’s a horrible thing to say.”
“Do you want to screw or not?”
I thought about it for a moment.
He was sexy in a frigid sort of way. And I was now single. But he was also a
little obnoxious. And definitely pushy.
“I’m not sure.”
“So you’re just going to let me
stand here and melt while you make up your mind?”
He made it sound like I was being
rude not to have sex with him. The rules must be very different in fairy
creature land. I was tempted. Very
tempted. But, well, I didn’t really know what I was getting into, and there was
something I needed to know first.
I stepped over to him and pulled
the band of his Speedo away from his belly. I looked down and took a peek. In
his swimsuit he had a nicely-shaped, nicely-sized member. It was a bit ashen
but other than that it was completely normal. I looked up into his face and
said, “Oh my God, you have, you’re... anatomically correct.”
“Really? I’m a snowman come to
life and the part that surprises you is that I have a penis?”
“You know that I didn’t give you,
I didn’t actually sculpt—never mind. You’re right. This is one of those moments
in life when you have to take a leap of—”
“Whatever,” he said,
before he lifted up my chin and kissed me. The kiss was deep,
searching and a little chilly. Not cold in a bad way, but bracing. As though I
was kissing someone who’d just drunk a glass of ice water. Snow David explored
my mouth with his tongue and I tried not to think about Landon. It felt like
cheating, except it wasn’t. We’d broken up. Hours ago. Which was weird. That it
was so soon. But then again, how many times in my life would I have the chance
to have sex with a non-human, vaguely mythical creature?
I
pulled away from him and asked, “Should we go up to my bedroom?”
“Unless you’re willing to go out
into the backyard. There’s a lovely blanket of snow out there.”
“Maybe not.” Hypothermia had never
been a turn-on for me. I took him by the hand and led him upstairs.
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3 comments:
I love that the narrator's character needs thawing out by a snowman! After all, "Who didn't like things nice?"
Classic Marshall Thornton humor!
Thanks Lloyd.
Very nice, felt the warmth spreading through me. Thanks ;)
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