“Oh, thank fuck you’re awake,” Brooks said. “I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back.”
“What’s wrong? You okay?”
Corey ignored the dick for now; Brooks sounded genuinely in distress! Morning wood happened. It’d be hypocritical to care.
“It’s so cold.”
“It is?”
Brooks was faintly shaking, so it had to be true. Fuck. But it felt so warm to Corey! All the blankets, plus the shared body heat, had helped Corey finally drift off earlier. Not even the cold air could-
Oh, maybe that was it?
“Here, you didn’t have to wait for me to wake up.”
Corey pulled the covers over their heads. Blocking out the faint light of the moon. Enclosing them in total darkness.
The air instantly felt warmer.
The act opened his thighs and let Brooks’s dick slot perfectly between them. It was a line of heat against the underside of his balls.
Brooks just held Corey tighter, curling into Corey, faint tremors rattling through him.
“Please bro, I’m still so cold. I need to warm up. I need to get my core temp up.”
Corey rubbed Brooks’s arm, trying to build up friction. Brooks laid his hand flat against Corey’s chest, finger accidentally flicking Corey’s nipple.
The soft noise that escaped him was entirely involuntary. The zing of pleasure went straight to his dick.
Oh fuck. He was hard. When had that happened?
Or… had he always been hard? Had it never gone down after he’d first brought their bodies together?
The second nipple flick didn’t feel so accidental.
“What do you need? You shouldn’t be so cold,” Corey said. “I told you that you had hypothermia, you idiot.”
“I just need to warm up. I just need-”
Brooks’s words and breaths against the back of his neck felt more intense in the total darkness. Brooks was holding him so tight, you’d think he was afraid Corey would run away and leave him hanging. Freezing and alone.
After a month of having each other’s backs, Brooks should know Corey better than that.
“Whatever you need, bro.” Coreys said. When Brooks still didn’t move, Corey joked, “Even if it’s gay.” trying to break the weird tension.
“Just to warm up. That’s all.”
Brooks’s shivers became thrusts. His strained breaths became sighs of pleasure.
He was… fucking Corey’s thighs. Was he really-? This wasn’t a dream?
“This feels so good,” Brooks whispered like a secret.
This was what Brooks had meant!?
Brooks kept going, thrusting in short, sharp bursts. Corey could feel the dick sliding along the sensitive skin between his hole and balls. The longer the thrust, the more the shaft rubbed against his hole.
Corey liked to keep that area thoroughly clean, scrubbing it over and over, being thorough, getting in all the nooks and crannies. That he jerked off in the shower right after was a coincidence.
