They rinsed off the cum and dried themselves with thick fluffy towels. With some digging, Corey found two large bathrobes for them. It was better than putting their cold clothes back on.
Corey left Brooks in the bedroom piling up blankets on the bed, while he want to scrounge some food from the kitchen.
If Reece and Lance weren’t too busy fucking and or sucking dick, they had to be worried about Corey and Brooks.
Although finding food proved to be a challenge. There was nothing besides some condiments in the fridge. Plus, the fridge was eerily silent.
Fuck. The power was off.
And both their phone’s batteries were dead.
How had there been hot water for the shower? Had they used up the last of it?
And how had Corey not even noticed that the power was off!?
The big windows were letting in enough light, the moon making the snow glow, that he could see just fine. It hadn’t even registered that the power might be off. Corey hadn’t tried a switch.
Maybe he hadn’t been as cool-headed as he’d thought.
Corey headed back upstairs to deliver the bad news, to find all the cupboards and drawers open, and every single blanket and sheet piled on top of the bed.
“Powers out and there’s no food,” Corey said.
“Lucky neither of us had hypothermia, or we’d really be in trouble.”
Was Brooks in denial? Was this a symptom of shock?
“Um…”
“Bro, you thought I had hypothermia?”
“Yes! You got stuck unzipping your coat!”
“My fingers were stiff, that’s all!”
Fine, if Brooks wanted to downplay everything, Corey wouldn’t fight him on it. Not yet. Working together to survive the night was more important.
“If you’re so smart, what would you have done to treat hypothermia?”
“Get naked-”
“Gay!”
Brooks continued, ignoring Corey. “Get dry. Drink something warm. Wrap yourself in blankets. Not a gay shower with you looking for an excuse to drop the soap!”
“I panicked, okay!? How was I supposed to know that?”
“Uh, you could have asked me?”
“Why do you think I pushed you into the shower?”
“Thought you wanted to get up to gay shit like Reece and Lance. Now shut up and get naked in bed with me. We can figure the rest out in the morning.”
“As long as there’s a no-homo rule.”
“Bro. Duh.”
“This here is the no homo line.” Brooks placed a spare pillow in the middle of the bed to mark it. “Don’t cross it!”
