Steve nodded, and then in a sign that he was done talking about his father, he nodded up at August’s hair.
“Your hair should be okay to be outside now.”
August shifted the snowsuit he was holding under his arm and lifted his hand to run his fingers through his hair. It was all fluffy from the blow dryer, but once he put on his hat it would be flattened back down to its normal state. It was dry, and that was all that mattered.
“Thank you.”
“We need to hurry,” Steve said, checking his watch and looking like he wanted to distance himself from the conversation they’d just had. “We’re supposed to be in the driveway, ready to go, in ten minutes.”
August followed Steve out of the bathroom to the living room. He unfurled the snowsuit and started tugging it on as he walked, struggling a bit to get his arms into place, and zipped it up to his chin.
Ryker was waiting for them on the couch, suited up and wearing heavy snow boots, with his hat and gloves resting on his lap.
“Make sure to put on the wool socks,” he advised, nodding down at the bundled-up socks resting on top of the boots Steve had laid out for him. “It’s almost twenty degrees below zero outside.”
August sat down on the couch and put on the socks, the wool smelling faintly of Steve, and then stepped into the boots and laced them up. They were a little snug, but not so much that they would be uncomfortable. He stomped his feet down on the floor a few times, not thinking anything of it until he saw Dylan standing by the window and watching him with a hooded gaze. He smirked, shooting Dylan a wink and bemoaning the fact that they didn’t have time for some fun.
He looked over at Steve, who was having trouble getting his hand into the left sleeve of his suit.
“Hold on, I’ll help,” Dylan piped up, rushing forward and helping Steve find the armhole of his suit and tugged it over his hand. He glanced at August to see if he was still watching him, and when he found he was, he blushed and looked away. He helped Steve pull the suit up over his wide shoulder. “There you go.”
“Thanks.”
Steve rolled his shoulders, getting the suit to sit just right, and zipped it up while shooting Dylan a grateful grin. He sat down on the floor and tugged on his boots.
“Are you going to be warm enough?” Dylan asked, looking them over as they all rose to their feet and put on their hats.
He walked over and felt the outside of Steve’s suit, right over his abs.
Steve nodded. “We’ll be moving around enough that we’re more likely to get too warm than too cold.” He put his hand over Dylan’s licking his lips. “You don’t need to worry.”
August brushed his hand down the front of his suit, wishing he was the one Dylan was touching. He shifted, unzipping the front of his suit down to his pecs. He was starting to feel overheated, and he either needed to go outside or take something off.
“Are we leaving?” he asked, catching sight of his fluffy hair in the reflection on the TV and trying to smooth it down. “I’m starting to sweat.”
“We are,” Ryker said. He grabbed Dylan by his neck and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “We’ll see you later. Be good and don’t get into trouble.”
“I won’t,” Dylan promised.
Ryker released him, and Steve and August swooped in for their own goodbyes. They double teamed him, coming at him from either side with matching grins, kissing his cheeks and then taking turns licking over his mouth. When they pulled away, Dylan was glassy-eyed and breathless.
“Are you sure you have to go?” he asked, torturing them with big pleading eyes. The tone of his voice promised all sorts of debauched fun if only they would stay and keep him company.
“Unfortunately,” Ryker said, grabbing August and Steve by the back of their suits and pushing them out the door. “But we’ll see you soon.”
He followed August and Steve out of the apartment, leaving Dylan standing in the hall looking like a dog watching his owner leave the house for work.
“No jerking off!” August warned, gleefully relishing Dylan’s expression as Ryker shut the door. He turned to Steve. “Did you see the look on his face?”
“He’s pretty cute,” Steve said, pressing his lips together in a fond smile.
Before August could reply, the door to the apartment across from Steve’s opened and Marcus walked into the hall. He was dressed in the same snowsuit getup as the rest of them, though he’d already put on his hat and gloves.
“Ready to run?” he asked, clapping his hands and rubbing them together.
“Absolutely,” Ryker said, falling into step next to Marcus as they headed down the hall toward the stairs. “Is there a plan?”
“A loose plan,” Marcus said, glancing back at Steve with a grin. “We’re going to circle the inner perimeter, and then I thought we’d have a game of tag.”
