Luckily, the cabin wasn’t that big. Corey raced up the stairs, found the main bedroom and barely spared the king-sized bed a glance before he zeroed in on the bathroom.
This place was fancy, so it was sure to have- oh. No bath, just a shower.
Fuck.
Guess his luck had finally run out. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. He turned it on and set it to lukewarm, holding his hands under the spray until it was so hot it burned… even though he’d barely turned the hot water tap.
Shit. He was colder than he’d thought.
And where the hell was Brooks? He should have finished stripping by now.
“What’s the hold-up? Get your naked ass up here!” Corey yelled.
“Shitty zipper is stuck, bro!” Brooks yelled back.
Corey ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, almost falling flat on his face in his haste. His legs were wobbly. It had been a long day. He was going to crash so hard when they were finally warm.
Brooks hadn’t moved from where Corey had left him.
“Get over here,” Corey said. He didn’t want to step in the huge puddle that had formed at Brooks’s feet.
The zipper was not stuck. Brooks’s fingers were just frozen. The tips were practically white. Brooks let Corey manhandle him and strip his jacket off. The sweater underneath was soaked through. Shit.
“I knew it! I knew you always wanted to see me naked. Going to have your way with me?”
Brooks was the sporty jock! Corey wouldn’t stand a chance against him… Except maybe now, while Brooks was half-frozen.
“Right, I’ve always wanted to fuck a popsicle.”
“I’ll fuckyouwith my popsicle. You want to warm me up so bad, bend over and start with my most important part.”
Of course, Brooks had to say this while Corey was on his knees and helping him unlace his boots.
Ever since that all-nighter in the library, when they’d caught their friend Lance with his dick up Reece’s ass, the two of them had been making gay jokes.
Studying together? Gay. Passing notes? Gay. Brooks critiquing Corey’s form on the slopes? Gay.
What had started out as jokes to defuse the tension from that night had quickly turned into their ‘thing’.
Corey had never had a friend like Brooks before. Crazy to think that before that moment he’d been ready to give up on Brooks, take the single boarding lesson in payment and wash his hands of the lazy fuck.
Turned out, catching your mutual friends fucking was a bonding experience.
They’d been trading Corey’s tutoring for Brooks’s snowboarding lessons ever since.
“Oh yeah, I’d love to get fucked by a cold, wet, gay fish. So hot,” Corey said, completely deadpan.
“You’rea gay fish,” Brooks said nonsensically while Corey hustled him up the stairs.
It was concerning how wet Brooks’s clothes were. How long had he been walking around soaked to the bone?
Corey herded Brooks into the shower, still clothed - he’d worry about the struggle to get Brooks naked later. Brooks needed to warm up first, and then he could get naked.
Brooks held his hand under the spray and flinched.
“Ow! Why’d you make it so hot!”
Fucking fuck. It was not hot! It was barely warm!
