Warm Up His Best Friend (Straight to Gay in College #6)

Chapter 1

“This one’s unlocked!” Corey called.

“Thank God,” Brooks replied, trudging through the thick snow from the neighboring cabin. “I’m fucking freezing. I can’t feel my hands.”

They were checking a group of remote cabins, one by one, looking for shelter. All of them were empty, and, no surprise, all of them were locked.

Except for this one. Someone had forgotten to lock their sliding glass window on the main floor. Their carelessness was Corey and Brooks’s lucky day.

Corey climbed in, leaving a small pile of snow below the windowsill. In the time it took Brooks to reach the front door, Corey was there, unlocking it and ushering his friend in.

Both of them were freezing, but Brooks was worse off. He’d taken more snow down the back of his snowsuit.

Corey closed the door, blocking the icy wind.

“Bro! It’s so much warmer in here!” Brooks said.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t still freezing inside the cabin. Why wasn’t the heat on? Whatever, he’d worry about that later; first he needed to get out of these wet clothes! He shook free a disturbing amount of snow as he removed his snowsuit.

“Uh, barely. And hurry up, take those wet clothes off!”

“Corey! You want to see me naked that bad, huh?”

“Fuck off. No homo, but yes, get butt ass naked!”

Brooks was acting weird. Brooks should know better. He was the expert snowboarder. He’d been the one who’d led them off the groomed runs in search of fresh powder.

All because finals were next. Then Christmas. Who knew when they’d get a good snowfall like this again? After the shitty conditions last year, Brooks refused to waste a day.

In exchange for tutoring Brooks and pulling all-nighters with him, Corey was getting the best crash course in snowboarding of his life!

Everything had been going great, despite the warnings from their friends, until a side of the mountain had fallen out from under them and flung them down the mountain.

The avalanche warnings hadn’t been for show.

They were lucky they’d ended up only half buried and within walking distance of some remote cabins.

So fucking lucky.

Where were their snowboards? No fucking clue.

Brooks had taken the worst of it. He was covered in so much snow it was forming a small mound under him in the cabin’s entryway.

Corey stripped off his snowsuit in record time. His pants and shirt were damp around the edges, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d feared.

Meanwhile, Brooks was still struggling with unzipping his jacket.

Was he in shock?

Corey sure had to be. He’d almost died in an avalanche! And yet he wasn’t freaking out? He felt oddly calm?

Weird.

Maybe it helped that Brooks was struggling. It gave him something to focus on. Corey was at his best when he had clear goals and a problem to solve.

“You finish your striptease. I’ll get the shower or bath running, whatever they have.”

Shit, shit, shit. Brooks was in a bad way. Hopefully, this place had a bath. Brooks needed a warm one, ASAP.

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 fuck you with 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’re a 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!

Corey turned the temp down even further.

“You’ll never get that popsicle hard enough to fuck me if you don’t get in!”

Goading Brooks almost always worked.

“Oh really? I knew you always wanted my dick.”

“You’re so gay.”

“Pft! Shows what you know. You’re the gay one. Once I fuck you.”

How did that make sense? Corey had so many questions. But they would have to wait until later.

As soon as the temperature dropped, Corey tried to get Brooks under it, but the idiot still fought him.

“I’m trying to warm you up, bro! Stop being so gay.”

“You just want an excuse to get me wet and naked. I’m on to you. See? You’re the gay one.”

“I’ll show you gay.”

The two of them scuffled, taking turns to try and dodge out from under the warm spray while at the same time trying to push the other under it.

Pants tangled around their ankles. Their shirts were used as leverage. Corey managed to get Brooks’s shirt around his shoulder and face and bodily pushed him under the water.

Grappling with a half-naked male body should be making his skin crawl. It shouldn’t heat him up just as much as the warm water raining down on them.

Once Brooks’s shirt hit the floor with a wet splat, Brooks swiftly turned the tables, pulling Corey’s shirt over his head and twisting him up.

Corey didn’t mean to let Brooks win so easily. There were extenuating circumstances!

Like the fact that Corey was hard.

His dick had been neglected for so long. Being pressed against a warm body - his dick wasn’t made of stone! Or maybe it was. He’d gotten rock hard so fast it made his head spin.

Don’t let Brooks notice. Don’t let him notice. Please, please, please, he’ll never let me live it down.

Chest to chest, Brooks held Corey under the now lukewarm water.

All the gay jokes suddenly weren’t funny anymore.

“Ha! I win, you won’t ever-”

Brooks looked down. So did Corey.

“I knew it! So you do want a taste of my popsicle!”

Corey sputtered. “It’s the water! It has nothing to do with your cold dick!”

“Getting hard at the thought of fucking me huh?” Corey’s frantic denials went ignored. “If you want it that bad, first you have to warm my dick up in your ass.”

Before their eyes, Brooks’s dick hardened in record time. Like the idea of fucking Corey for real was sending all of Brooks’s warm blood down south.

What the fuck?