Chapter 3
What a crazy end to a crazy day.
And to think, not that long ago the two of them had been debating if Lance was giving Reece a handjob or a blowjob on the chairlifts.
Hard to think that had only been a couple hours ago.
“Whoa! Is Lance blowing Reece on the chairlift!?” Brooks had said, overreacting as he often did. “Those two are insane.”
“No way. Reece would never!”
Brooks and Corey were on the chairlift behind Reece and Lance. The four of them had become good friends over the past month. Corey never would have thought that pulling an all-nighter at the library and catching two guys in the act would lead to new friendships.
He and Brooks had bonded over yelling “my eyes!” and running for cover every time Lance and Reece did anything affectionate in public.
Reece and Lance had bonded by getting caught in compromising positions by Corey and Brooks.
It was a good system.
Corey never would have suspected that Reece would be so open. It was good to see a friend come out of their shell. Reece was so much chiller and confident ever since that night.
The biggest shock though was Lance. Mr. Fuckboy had a reputation, and had been weirdly monogamous for the past month.
He hadn’t even blown the librarian, Vincent, since that fateful night! Vincent’s thick dick was a crowd-pleaser. But no, Lance’s feed was full of Reece and only Reece.
Not that Corey was looking! He’d just heard things.
“Are they jerking each other off?” Brooks asked, squinting at their friend’s backs.
In the chairlift ahead of them, Reece and Lance’s hands were clearly in each other’s laps.
“Okay, that, I could believe. But are they really?” Corey said.
Brooks hesitated for a long moment.
“Nah… they’re not that stupid. But I’m still surprised Lance isn’t bending over and giving Reece head.”
“Now that would get them arrested.”
“Maybe they’re just resting their hands on each other’s thighs. Maybe it’s innocent.”
“Gross. Next thing you’re going to suggest is that they’re holding hands.”
“Ew. So gay.”
“So glad we took separate cars this time. I don’t need to hear Lance blowing Reece in the back seat ever again.” Corey shuddered.
“We’re almost at the top, want to ditch them? I know a great spot, there’ll still be powder. It’s off the main runs, into the backcountry.”
“Isn’t that, like, for pros? And dangerous?”
“You can handle it! Bonus, we leave those two lovebirds alone. They can get up to their gross gay stuff, and we can get the fresh powder all to ourselves. Besides, I bet they’ll be happy to ditch us and go fuck in the snow or something.”
That sounded good!
Corey dug out his phone and texted Reece.
You two go on ahead. Brooks wants to show me a secret backcountry route.
Backcountry? Did he not see the avalanche warnings?
Nah, it’ll be cool. Besides, this way Lance can give you the BJ he’s been gagging to give you.
…
Bro, you two have been eye-fucking all day.
Have fun. Be safe. Wear protection.
Corey hadn't dignified that last message with a response. It'd only encourage Reece.
The last message the two of them had exchanged was a quick check-in. Then nothing.
We’re heading out. Lance isn't the only one gagging for it.
Gross! TMI!
See you tomorrow. Don't do anything I wouldn't do! ;)
That's a short list lol
That reminded him; he should text or call Reece. Someone would have reported the avalanche, right? What if Lance and Reece were looking for them?
But first, they needed to get dry and warm.
After their spontaneous masturbation session, Brooks was super pliant. Like he was finally coming down from the shock and was getting all loopy.
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!”