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Mason leaned forward for a second, dipping down until his face almost met Adam’s. Mason licked his lips and exhaledsoftly.How far is he going to take this? Is he going to kiss me? I thought he was straight.In that instant, Adam felt his face heat in a blush and he took a stumbling step back. His heel connected with the leg of the couch and he stopped before he fell. His heart was a jackhammer and his stomach was in knots.
“Uh, sorry.” Mason cleared his throat. “I’m sorry.” He blinked and shook his head, then fled to the bedroom.
Adam stood in the living room for a very long time, trying to work out what the hell was going on.My brother’s best friend, who is straight and who I’ve had a crush on since puberty, almost kissed me. Am I living in another dimension?He doused the fire, staring into the embers until they dimmed and cooled. By the time he made it to the bedroom, Mason seemed sound asleep, his breathing soft and even.
Adam crawled up to the top bunk and under the covers. He lay there for what felt like hours, tossing and turning before he drifted off to sleep, still trying to work out what had happened.
Mason
Mason was still awake when Adam opened the bedroom door, moments after their near-kiss.What was I thinking? I almost kissed him!Adam’s mouth was all he could think about. The dampness that clung to Adam’s full lower lip, the way it tipped down enough to make him look like he was pouting, the soft dip and curve of his upper lip—it was clouding his mind. Mason’snerves were on fire, every bit of him awake and alert. To make matters worse, his cock had never been harder.
Mason forced his breathing to become even and rhythmic in hopes that his heart would stop racing and his dick would relax. Adam climbed into the top bunk of the opposite bed, just as Mason had expected, and sighed as he settled into his blankets. It was a sound Mason had heard a thousand times before, but that night, it just made the blood pound in his groin harder as he imagined Adam’s lean, tight body slipping between flannel sheets and burrowing down to stay warm in the still-chilly cabin.
Mason listened to Adam’s breathing for a long time, listened to him toss and turn and eventually still. Mason refused to move, afraid that he’d give away the fact that he was awake. Mason drifted off to sleep listening to Adam’s every move.
The next morning, Mason woke abruptly, ripped from a racy dream about Adam that he would never admit to having.What is wrong with me? I can’t have a thing for Drew’s brother. I just can’t.His body told another story, though, his cock aching and hard again, more than just morning wood. He lay still for a few moments, listening to see whether Adam was awake. Adam was snoring softly, as he always had, and Mason got out of bed as quietly as possible, padding barefoot through the cold cabin to the bathroom.
Mason turned on the shower and let it run to warm up, then relieved himself while he waited. Mason looked at his dick in his hand and his mind immediately flooded with memories of his dream—Adam on his knees, sucking Mason off, his dark blue eyes focused on Mason’s, their gazes locked together as Adam worked Mason to an Earth-shattering orgasm. His dream had ended before the orgasm, though, and his brain was wondering what exactly that would feel like just then, as he palmed his cock.
Stiffening, Mason groaned and arched his back.What the hell? It won’t hurt to jerk off before the day starts. It mighteven make being around him easier.He gripped his erection firmly and started to stroke. “Fuck.” Mason hissed a little, the sensations overtaking him quickly. It hadn’t been long since he’d gotten off, just a few days, but his cock was so hard and eager that it might as well have been months.
Mason stopped briefly to spit into his palm and return his hand to his length, stroking it harder. The slick glide of saliva wasn’t enough—it wasn’t like having a bottle of wet lube to work with—but it would do for then. His breathing quickened, and he began to pant as he imagined Adam’s groans, his throat stuffed full of Mason’s thick cock. He imagined looking down and seeing Adam’s mouth stretched wide around the girth, and Mason gripped himself tighter.
He drew closer to the edge, teetering on the verge of orgasm, and he slowed down, wanting to drag out the build up. There was no stopping it, and he had no plans to stop, but he wanted to slow down and relish the sensations. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. “Adam, yeah, come on.”
Just then, the door opened and Adam burst in.
Mason froze, flicking his gaze to meet Adam’s, but Adam’s focus was elsewhere and Mason’s cock didn’t get the memo to stop. It began to surge and pulse cum into the toilet bowl, and Mason groaned as he crested the wave. He couldn’t help himself and he couldn’t hold it in.
Adam’s blue eyes were wide, mouth open, face growing brilliant red. Adam was frozen, too, but his gaze was locked on Mason’s dripping cock. The sight of Adam staring at him made Mason’s dick pump out a few more drops before it began to flag.
Adam finally met Mason’s gaze. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I thought—I thought you were in the shower. I—I just—I just wanted to brush my teeth.” Adam spun and slammed the door shut as he retreated.
Mason hadn’t had such an intense orgasm in … he couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d felt like that. He shook his head, flushed the toilet, and stepped into the shower.Now what?
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Chapter Three
Adam
Adam could not believe what had just happened. His face was bright red and burning hot, and he clapped his hands to his cheeks.Did I really just catch Mason stroking himself? And … did I hear him say my name?Adam’s cock stiffened just thinking about it, and he rubbed the front of his sweatpants a few times, then squeezed himself once. It felt good, but he couldn’t let himself get carried away. Mason would be out of the shower soon enough, and God knew he didn’t want to repeat that scene they’d just had.
Adam checked the thermostat. The heat pump seemed to be struggling in the weather. He also checked his phone, but the signal was completely gone. One reason his parents had loved this place in remote Montana was that it got no cell reception and no internet. There was a landline phone for emergencies, at least, but they enjoyed being away from the bustle of “connected life,” as they called it. He’d attempt to call them later, to check and see if their flight from Chicago was going to make it out that day, but his priority right then was warming up the cabin.
While Mason showered, Adam built a fire. He stacked logs in the fireplace and tossed crumpled up paper and sticks from the kindling box underneath those, struck a match, and tossed it in. For a few minutes, Adam paced the small cabin, trying to decide what to do with himself. It was nearly Christmas and his gifts were ready for the exchange, but the cabin wasn’t decorated at all. Maybe he’d go out and cut down a Christmas tree.
Yes, that’s totally it.The family usually cut their own tree as a group, but the weather was so terrible he didn’t see his parents wanting to enact the tradition this year. He could just hear his mom’s voice. “Honey, by the time we can get everyone out to the lot and cut a Christmas tree down, it will be time to head back to Chicago. We won’t even have time to decorate and enjoy it. Let’s just skip it this year.” It had happened before and he could imagine it happening again. But to Adam, Christmas wasn’t really Christmas without a tree.
I’ll go out to the clearing and find a tree, cut it down, and drag it home. It’ll be perfect. Mason can help me decorate it. Mom and Dad will be so surprised when they get here.
Adam pulled out a map of the property and studied it. They’d planted a few dozen Douglas Fir trees in a small field when they’d bought the property and added a few more each summer. This was going to be perfect. He grabbed a notepad and jotted a note for Mason, who was taking what Adam thought might have been the longest shower in the world.
Going to the lot to cut down a Christmas tree. I’ll be back in an hour or so. -Adam
Adam quickly dressed in his winter gear and left the cabin. Just outside was a tool shed, where he found a hand saw and a length of rope. Adam was practically giddy by the time he set out down the trail to the far end of the property. The wind had died down and the snow had lightened up significantly. There werestill flurries falling, landing on his cheeks and nose, but nothing like the blizzard that had rolled through the night before.
Still, the ground was covered in a thick blanket of white, each step sinking several inches deep into the snow. The trip was harder than Adam had anticipated, and soon he was out of breath, hiking what was essentially directly uphill in at least a foot of snow. The trees were beautiful, weighed down in dazzling white.
