A part of Corey wanted to whisper “no homo” as he held Brooks. Innocent cuddling wasn’t crossing a line when they’d both had each other’s cum on them, right?
He should wake Brooks up… but he didn’t want to deal with another round of ‘you’re so gay.’ Not now.
Better just to help each other out and then never speak of it again. Like Corey planned to do with Brooks jerking him off in the shower.
Corey started off doing the normal thing. He took Brooks into his arms and held him. Their naked bodies touching from head to toe.
Sharing space like this, Brooks stopped shivering and warmed back up. It took some time, though. Long enough for Corey’s body to remember the shower. Long enough for it to react to having a warm and naked body next to him.
Fuck. Was Corey getting hard? From a little touching? Fuck. Nowthiswas gay.
If Brooks woke up… this wasn’t something that could be excused. What if he got the wrong idea? They were just friends! None of it meant anything.
Was this how it had started with Reece and Lance? Something innocent?
No, he was being paranoid. It’d be fine.
Gently. Carefully. Corey rolled over.
There. Back to back. That was safe. No chances of an accidental sword crossing.
Oh no. He’d thought the words. Don’t think about the shower- don’t think- fuck. Too late.
His dick twitched, the friction from the bed only making him want to stroke it even more. But he couldn’t! Not while thinking about how amazing Brooks’s hands had felt. How good it had felt to have his dream come true - to feel his dick next to another one.
Only in his dream they’d be double penetrating a girl. It wasn’t supposed to happen in a man’s hands!
Although he couldn’t deny that watching first his cum coat their dicks, then Brooks’s, had been hotter than it had any right to be. Like it was a kink he hadn’t known he’d had.
There’d been so much of it. Two cocks worth of cum. Slicking up their shafts while Brooks stroked them through the aftershocks.
Corey clutched his pillow. He refused to touch himself while thinking of Brooks’s big and surprisingly soft hands.
He’d already ignored the danger signs once because of Brooks. And look where that had led him? Almost getting caught in an avalanche and searching for an unlocked, empty cabin to break into before they froze to death.
He never would have gotten into the shower with Brooks if it weren’t for them ignoring that first danger sign. This time he’d listen to his instincts. Touching himself with a naked Brooks at his back was a slippery slope.
Corey tried to sleep. He did. But his mind wouldn’t stay still! He kept drifting off and then startling awake.
Think about studying! Think about tutoring Brooks, facing each other while Corey quizzed him, playing footsie on the couch. Remember the warm feeling he got when Brooks successfully understood a concept Corey was teaching.
Think about how what had started as a purely transactional relationship had become an easy friendship. The best he’d ever had.
Think about how terrifying that avalanche had been. Don’t think about the shower that had followed. Focus on Brooks’s breaths at his back. Focus on how warm that body was. How the bed finally felt warm and comfortable.
How Brooks’s breath at the back of his neck sent his blood flooding down south.
How good Brooks’s arms felt wrapped around his waist.
How good that hard dick felt, poking between his thighs.
Wait- what?
Corey’s uneasy sleep came to a sudden end.
That was all real!?
“Brooks?” Corey mumbled.
