Chapter 4
With so many blankets on a king-size bed, they should be safe. Warm. Ready to sleep and survive the night.
Tomorrow they’d come up with a plan to get help.
Their clothes were still in a wet heap wherever they’d left them, but Corey couldn’t be bothered to go deal with them right now.
He was suddenly and completely exhausted.
Had draining his balls drained all the adrenaline out of him? It felt like he was running on fumes and luck.
“Tomorrow’s problems are for future me to deal with,” Brooks practically slurred, also exhausted.
Dead phones. No heat or power. If neither was fixed by tomorrow, they’d start a fire and figure out the rest from there.
“Yeah, tomorrow,” Corey said.
Neither of them had any energy right now. Sleep was the best choice. Brooks was warm. Everything was good. Just ignore that they were both naked in bed together.
Corey had saved the day, even if Brooks wouldn’t admit it.
“This is all my fault. Sorry,” Brooks said. “Thanks for doing such a great job, even if it wasn’t ideal for treating someone with hypothermia.”
Or maybe not. Being warm and snug in bed together had loosened Brooks’s lips.
“You’re a good bro,” Brooks said, without also adding ‘no homo’ as a qualifier, for once.
“You too. I wouldn’t have known what to do when- you know.” Corey couldn’t bring himself to say the word ‘avalanche.’ “You saved me bro, bro. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“That’s so-” Brooks yawned and then mumbled, “gay.”
Corey chuckled, eyes heavy. Next thing he knew, Brooks’s breathing evened out and he was sound asleep.
Bro could sleep anywhere at the drop of a hat. Napping during their all-nighter study session at the library was normal in comparison. He also napped during class, on the winding drive up the mountain when Corey was driving, and on the bus!
Normally, Corey was the opposite. His head would spin for ages, replaying what had happened throughout the day.
After something as traumatic as almost getting caught in an avalanche had been, he should be wide awake. And after the two of them had shared that moment in the shower, he should be crashing out.
Why did it feel like his brain was moving through molasses?
So… sleepy …
***
Corey woke some time later to movement next to him. The bed dipped. For a second, he thought he was back in the dorms, sharing a bed with a date that had stayed over.
Except the air had never been so freezing cold in the dorm.
Corey opened his eyes to almost perfect darkness. Just enough to see that Brooks was curled up next to him. Shivering.
Shit.
Without thinking, Corey slid over. He passed the no homo line.
It wasn’t right to leave Brooks shivering. Not when Corey could use his body to warm Brooks up. Brooks had just called him a good bro. Brooks would understand.
Cuddling a naked man was… weird.
A part of Corey wanted to whisper “no homo” as he held Brooks. Innocent cuddling wasn’t crossing a line when they’d both had each other’s cum on them, right?
He should wake Brooks up… but he didn’t want to deal with another round of ‘you’re so gay.’ Not now.
Better just to help each other out and then never speak of it again. Like Corey planned to do with Brooks jerking him off in the shower.
Corey started off doing the normal thing. He took Brooks into his arms and held him. Their naked bodies touching from head to toe.
Sharing space like this, Brooks stopped shivering and warmed back up. It took some time, though. Long enough for Corey’s body to remember the shower. Long enough for it to react to having a warm and naked body next to him.
Fuck. Was Corey getting hard? From a little touching? Fuck. Now this was gay.
If Brooks woke up… this wasn’t something that could be excused. What if he got the wrong idea? They were just friends! None of it meant anything.
Was this how it had started with Reece and Lance? Something innocent?
No, he was being paranoid. It’d be fine.
Gently. Carefully. Corey rolled over.
There. Back to back. That was safe. No chances of an accidental sword crossing.
Oh no. He’d thought the words. Don’t think about the shower- don’t think- fuck. Too late.
His dick twitched, the friction from the bed only making him want to stroke it even more. But he couldn’t! Not while thinking about how amazing Brooks’s hands had felt. How good it had felt to have his dream come true - to feel his dick next to another one.
Only in his dream they’d be double penetrating a girl. It wasn’t supposed to happen in a man’s hands!
Although he couldn’t deny that watching first his cum coat their dicks, then Brooks’s, had been hotter than it had any right to be. Like it was a kink he hadn’t known he’d had.
There’d been so much of it. Two cocks worth of cum. Slicking up their shafts while Brooks stroked them through the aftershocks.
Corey clutched his pillow. He refused to touch himself while thinking of Brooks’s big and surprisingly soft hands.
He’d already ignored the danger signs once because of Brooks. And look where that had led him? Almost getting caught in an avalanche and searching for an unlocked, empty cabin to break into before they froze to death.
He never would have gotten into the shower with Brooks if it weren’t for them ignoring that first danger sign. This time he’d listen to his instincts. Touching himself with a naked Brooks at his back was a slippery slope.
Corey tried to sleep. He did. But his mind wouldn’t stay still! He kept drifting off and then startling awake.
Think about studying! Think about tutoring Brooks, facing each other while Corey quizzed him, playing footsie on the couch. Remember the warm feeling he got when Brooks successfully understood a concept Corey was teaching.
Think about how what had started as a purely transactional relationship had become an easy friendship. The best he’d ever had.
Think about how terrifying that avalanche had been. Don’t think about the shower that had followed. Focus on Brooks’s breaths at his back. Focus on how warm that body was. How the bed finally felt warm and comfortable.
How Brooks’s breath at the back of his neck sent his blood flooding down south.
How good Brooks’s arms felt wrapped around his waist.
How good that hard dick felt, poking between his thighs.
Wait- what?
Corey’s uneasy sleep came to a sudden end.
That was all real!?
“Brooks?” Corey mumbled.
“Oh, thank fuck you’re awake,” Brooks said. “I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back.”
“What’s wrong? You okay?”
Corey ignored the dick for now; Brooks sounded genuinely in distress! Morning wood happened. It’d be hypocritical to care.
“It’s so cold.”
“It is?”
Brooks was faintly shaking, so it had to be true. Fuck. But it felt so warm to Corey! All the blankets, plus the shared body heat, had helped Corey finally drift off earlier. Not even the cold air could-
Oh, maybe that was it?
“Here, you didn’t have to wait for me to wake up.”
Corey pulled the covers over their heads. Blocking out the faint light of the moon. Enclosing them in total darkness.
The air instantly felt warmer.
The act opened his thighs and let Brooks’s dick slot perfectly between them. It was a line of heat against the underside of his balls.
Brooks just held Corey tighter, curling into Corey, faint tremors rattling through him.
“Please bro, I’m still so cold. I need to warm up. I need to get my core temp up.”
Corey rubbed Brooks’s arm, trying to build up friction. Brooks laid his hand flat against Corey’s chest, finger accidentally flicking Corey’s nipple.
The soft noise that escaped him was entirely involuntary. The zing of pleasure went straight to his dick.
Oh fuck. He was hard. When had that happened?
Or… had he always been hard? Had it never gone down after he’d first brought their bodies together?
The second nipple flick didn’t feel so accidental.
“What do you need? You shouldn’t be so cold,” Corey said. “I told you that you had hypothermia, you idiot.”
“I just need to warm up. I just need-”
Brooks’s words and breaths against the back of his neck felt more intense in the total darkness. Brooks was holding him so tight, you’d think he was afraid Corey would run away and leave him hanging. Freezing and alone.
After a month of having each other’s backs, Brooks should know Corey better than that.
“Whatever you need, bro.” Coreys said. When Brooks still didn’t move, Corey joked, “Even if it’s gay.” trying to break the weird tension.
“Just to warm up. That’s all.”
Brooks’s shivers became thrusts. His strained breaths became sighs of pleasure.
He was… fucking Corey’s thighs. Was he really-? This wasn’t a dream?
“This feels so good,” Brooks whispered like a secret.
This was what Brooks had meant!?
Brooks kept going, thrusting in short, sharp bursts. Corey could feel the dick sliding along the sensitive skin between his hole and balls. The longer the thrust, the more the shaft rubbed against his hole.
Corey liked to keep that area thoroughly clean, scrubbing it over and over, being thorough, getting in all the nooks and crannies. That he jerked off in the shower right after was a coincidence.
“So good,” Brooks said, over and over.
“Ow!” Corey squirmed, arching his ass to change the angle.
“What?”
“You hit my balls, bro.”
Brooks laughed. “Sorry. I’ll be careful. This’d be so much easier with lube. How’s this?”
Brooks shifted behind Corey so instead of fucking Corey’s thighs, Brooks was now also sliding his dick between Corey’s ass.
Stroking his sensitive hole over and over.
“Good!” Corey said through gritted teeth.
Corey helped by gripping the sheets under him and bracing himself - arching his back and presenting his ass.
“I don’t mean this in a gay way. Just… fuck. It’s so warm.”
“Whatever you need to warm up your cold dick, bro.”
That was a lie. Brooks’s dick was hot as hell. But Corey wasn’t about to ruin this and make it weird. If Brooks was so cold he thought he needed this to get warm, then so be it. Calling Brooks out for doing something so gay wouldn’t help.
Now if his own dick would stop twitching and begging for attention, that’d be great.
Brooks laughed breathlessly. “Thought I wasn’t allowed to warm up my popsicle dick in your ass.”
Fuck it was hard to think straight with Brooks’s shaft rubbing against his hole so insistently. Or the tip penetrating his thighs with every thrust.
“Just this once. Do what you need to melt that popsicle.”
As soon as he said it, he cringed into the pillow. God. Why did he say something so cringe? God. Kill him now. That was so corny.
“Yeah? Like this?” Unbelievably, it only fired Brooks up. If he’d been holding back before, now he was going all out. “Can you feel it? I’m starting to melt already.”
What was he-? Oh fuck. Was that precum?
The more Brooks thrust, the larger the wet spot between his thighs grew. The friction at his hole no longer burned; it was slick and easy.
Porn hadn’t lied!? It was possible for a dick to generate that much precum!?
But he couldn’t deny what he felt. Or that it felt fucking amazing. It was like Brooks’s dick came with built-in lube. And there’d be even more when Brooks came.
Oh right.
There’d be cum. On his ass. Between his thighs. Brooks’s cum.
Um.
That’d be super gay though, right? Saying no-homo wouldn’t be enough.
Corey didn’t realize his hand had moved until relief washed over him. His right hand was gripping and stroking his dick.
He could come like this. At this rate, he was going to come like this.
This had become too real.
“W-wait!” Corey reached back and gripped Brooks’s hip.
His other hand froze on the shaft. Not moving, but itching to continue.