Frasier & Niles: Alone at The Cabin - Sex Stories

Frasier & Niles: Alone at The Cabin

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"This animal needs meat!" Niles said, throwing back the cover of the hot tub. A thick cloud of steam rushed out and blew open his robe, soaking his chest hair, the only patch he hadn't shaved, with a hot spray.

"What was that, Niles?" Frasier shouted from the kitchen door. The door opened out to the patio and Frasier stood there, too donning his silk evening robe. He held the bottle of Harvey's Bristol Cream Sherry.

"Ah, Frasier! I said - this animal needs Sherry!" Niles smiled and flashed his trademark lying grin.

"The sherry is really doing something to my head." Frasier said, "Either it's the new vintage or they must've labeled this bottle with the wrong proof. It must be stronger than what I'm used to." He strode forward into the roiling steam and poured Niles another glass.

"Fortified wine? Perhaps it's fortified with vodka." Niles cracked.Perhaps its fortified with a potent aphrodisiac? He mused to himself.

"I've got to admit that I am finding myself quite hot and bothered since we arrived. Maybe it is the fresh air?" Frasier said, fanning himself despite the alpine chill.

"We have been cooped up in that haze that's fallen over Seattle. It's only natural animal instinct for the fittest creatures to move to higher vistas when air quality gets bad." Niles proclaimed.

"Is that true?" Frasier asked, tilting back his head.

Niles paused and sipped his fortified wine, "I don't know." He laughed. Frasier shook his head but he couldn't shake ...

... his smile. He couldn't remember the last time they had had such a good time together. He was feeling like a teenager again. All he could think about was keeping the good times rolling. That and sex.

"I can't wait to get the ladies in this hot tub." Frasier said, dipping his fingers into the bubbling water. Niles had switched it on already and it was frothing like a lobster pot. "Perhaps if we ply them with wine and the signature Crane charm, they will take a dip with us sans bathing suits."

The water was near scalding, but mingled with the chill air, it was a heavenly feeling. Niles stuck his hand in the water and sighed as the warmth cursed up his arm. Snow began to fall lightly, tiny flakes drifting lazily and disappearing into the air above the steaming tub. Niles looked at Frasier, underlit by the blue light of the spa, his features were so masculine and strong, he'd never taken a moment to actually admire them. He really was an imposing figure compared to Niles and his swimmers body.

"Is something on my face?" Frasier asked, brushing his mouth and chin with his wet hand.

"You know you have the most beautiful blue eyes. I never really noticed them before."

"Well, not to toot my own horn, but you're not the first one to admire my baby blues. They've helped me seal the deal more than a few times. With women that is." Frasier blushed, looking away bashfully.

"Now where are those ladies?" Frasier asked, looking at his wrist as if there had been a watch there. ...