Day 3: Tips for surviving an unexpected ice storm

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As part of a yearly tradition with yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 3: Some May/December going on here. I've previously written them as fauxcest but this is a rebooted version where they do not become a step-family.

The weather turned bad in a matter of hours. One minute it was heavy but pleasant rain beating on the windows of the cabin and the next it had turn to icy snow. It weighed on the roof and the power lines; it was too much for the latter. The power went out and while Max froze -- figuratively -- Jack swore impressively, grabbed a powerful lantern and switched it on.

The light bathed the cabin in light but not much warmth. Jack lit a fire and soon the room was toasty and comfortable, but outside the storm raged. They passed the time with power, soda, food, and beer, though Jack was sparing with the last of these. While he had a stockpile of wood, he'd have to let the fire burn out before they went to sleep, and alcohol could lower their body temperatures too much.

Jack had no doubts they were going to have to sleep out the storm. He only hoped that the following day they could get out and that they wouldn't have to be snowed-in for long. Still he made mental plans for rationing food and felt reassured that they were going to be fine.

Worry lifted, Max's spirits returned, even though by the time his eyelids started dropping a bit, the fire was nearly out, they were wrapped in blankets and Max was shivering.

They huddled close before the dying embers, snuggled together under one blanket. Jack's broad body surrounded Max, warming him in ways the fire couldn't. Max slipped his chilly hands under Jack's flannel shirt, enjoying the sound Jack made. It wasn't actually a shriek or anything, but it was decidedly unmanly and Max giggled at the scowl on Jack's face as he warmed his hands.

Max's grin went mischievous and those hands slipped further south; suddenly Jack made an entirely different kind of sound, one that made heat burn low in Max's belly. The storm outside was quickly forgotten, and as the wind howled throughout the night, it was nothing compared to the sounds they drew from each other.

The storm was over before morning, but neither Jack nor Max was in any hurry to leave. Max had to admit one thing: snuggling for warmth was the best survival tip he'd learned so far.