Page 61 of The Hookup Situation

“I like watching you do that,” he says. “It’s kinda cool.”

I grin like an idiot and we head downstairs. It smells amazing, and when we reach the kitchen, Pam and Phil are cooking breakfast. Phil is at the waffle iron and Pam is at the stove making bacon and eggs. Paris bounces down the stairs a moment later, still in his pjs — a cropped camisole and care bear pants, and proceeds to the fireplace where he pets Ginger, before sashaying into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I say when he grins at me.

“I bet it is,” he replies, then winks. Preston gives him the finger and Paris sticks his tongue out at his brother. If Paris is aware of our jack off session he doesn’t come out and say it,which I’m thankful for, but if Pam and Phil know about us I’m sure he does, too, and there’s not much I can do about that. And honestly there’s no way I can go an entire week without touching Preston either, especially when we’re sleeping in the same bed.

“Good morning boys,” Pam croons. She steps aways from the stove for a moment to give each of her boys a kiss on the cheek, and then she plants a kiss on my cheek as well, making me flush. “Help yourselves to breakfast. Waffle fixings are on the table. Eggs and bacon are coming soon.”

We each grab a plate and head to the table. There’s half a dozen waffles stacked high and we take one before sitting down and passing the different toppings around. There’s strawberries, blueberries, peaches, whipped cream, nuts, chocolate chips and more. My mouth is watering and my stomach growls.

“These are amazing,” I tell Preston’s parents after swallowing my first bite.

Phil beams at me. “Thank you. They’re my specialty.”

“He’s won contests,” Pam chirps, clearly proud of her husband.

“I can believe it,” I say.

“You’re so sweet, Jackson,” Pam brings plates of fresh eggs and bacon over and sets them down in front of us, and then pats my cheek. I flush again before inhaling more food.

I feel bloated when I’m done but I don’t regret a single bite.

“You boys better get ready to go sledding,” Pam tells us as we’re picking up our dirty dishes and setting them in the dishwasher. “Jackson, you can borrow some of our things so you don’t get your nice coat all dirty.”

“Come on,” Preston says. “I’ll show you where everything is.”

He leads me to the mudroom by the back door where the washer and dryer also sit. There’s a wall hook with several winter jackets hanging on it, snow pants, and baskets with hats, scarves, and gloves. On the floor is a pile of snow boots.

“What size are you?” Preston asks.

“Ten.”

“Dad’s an eleven so you can borrow his. Mine would be too big and Mom’s and Paris’s would be way too small.”

“You talking shit about my feet?” Paris pipes up as he enters the mud room, wiggling his socked foot.

“Just that I’ve seen toddlers with bigger feet,” Preston teases.

“Well, we can’t all be behemoths,” Paris retorts.

“I think you mean average,” Preston says, tossing me a pair of worn but comfortable looking boots.

They keep ribbing each other as we dress. I am definitely taking the longest since I’ve never done this before. The pants are so puffy I feel like a balloon, and the boots, while warm, are clunky, and the gloves are so thick it looks like my hand is twice its actual size.

“Jesus, this is ridiculous,” I grumble. “How do you actually move around in all this stuff?”

They both start laughing at me and I glare at them, which just makes them laugh harder.

“Not nice,” I huff, as I pull a hat over my hair, trying not to think about the mess it will make of it. Preston grins at me and winks.

When Paris is ready he scampers off to find his parents, and Preston takes the opportunity to pull me close and kiss me. “I think you look adorable.”

“I look like the Michelin Man,” I grumble, but can’t help the grin that spreads across my face when he nuzzles my nose with his, laughing.

We kiss once more and then head to the kitchen to wait for Phil and Pam. Ten minutes later we’re on our way to the sledding hill at a nearby park, crammed into their SUV, the sleds in the back.

When we arrive, we grab the sleds out of the car and make our way through the snow to the large hill where other families are gathered, going down on both sleds and innertubes. It’s a huge hill and dozens of people can go down at once.

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