Chapter 6
A loud noise made them both flinch.
“What was that?” Brooks whispered.
They peeked out from under the covers only to see-
A man standing in the entrance to the bedroom! Holding a baseball bat!
“What do we have here?”
“Holy shit!”
“Fuck!”
Brooks tried to sit up. Corey tried to hide under the covers. Brooks’s dick slipped out of Corey’s ass in the confused chaos.
Oh no. Kill me now.
How. How! Just his luck. Caught with a dick up his ass. Just like what had happened to Lance and Reece.
Karma had come to bite him in the ass. Or fuck him in the ass, to be exact. This was balancing out their extreme good luck in surviving an avalanche.
“Who the hell are you?” Brooks said.
“The owner of this cabin,” the man said, voice smooth, low and unbothered by Brooks’s aggressive tone.
Wait - Corey recognized that voice.
“Vincent?”
Corey peeked over the edge of the blanket to see, yep, the college librarian standing in the doorway. The puffy jacket and beanie were a shocking contrast to the tight shirts the man usually wore.
Oh. It was so bright. When had the lights turned on?
“Corey? Oh good. Your friends are very worried about you.”
“How do you know us?” Brooks asked, defensive for some reason.
“Brooks!” Corey hissed. “He’s the librarian. From Lance’s…”
“Oh!”
Corey didn’t know if it was better or worse that he’d once seen Vincent’s cock on Lance’s feed.
Vincent disappeared for a couple of seconds, then reappeared with the bat replaced with a tray with two bowls and two steaming mugs. He sat on the edge of the bed and put the tray down between them.
“What’s this?” Corey asked, sitting up a little more, blanket still covering his nipples.
“Based on the mess at the front entrance, I thought you boys could use some warming up. Although it looks like you two took good care of each other already.”
Oh God. Did Vincent know? How did he know!?
“Thanks,” Brooks said, eagerly reaching for the steaming bowl of oatmeal.
“How did you know we were here?” Corey asked, taking a mug of hot chocolate for himself.
“My motion sensors went off. Imagine my surprise when I checked my cameras to see two shadowy shapes stripping in the hall.”
Corey cringed. “I’m sorry! We were caught in an avalanche and ended up near the cabins. We tried so many, and yours was the only one with a window unlocked.”
“So that’s how you got it,” Vincent said, using the same stern tone as when he found a student breaking the rules. “You boys are very lucky.”
Corey and Brooks nodded.
Oatmeal wasn’t Corey’s thing, but it smelled so good, so he leaned forward to replace the mug for the bowl… and felt a growing wet spot under his ass.
Fuck!
Corey went bright red and tried to hide behind the bowl.
“And here I thought I was going to catch two squatters,” Vincent said. “I’m glad to see it was two love-birds.”
“Oh, we’re not-”
“How’d you tell?”
“Huh?”
“What?”
“Ha!” Vincent cackled. “Don’t hide it on my account, boys. It’s written all over you.”
“Um. Right.” Corey side-eyed Brooks.
Only to see Brooks side-eyeing him back.
“Right,” Brooks said. “How can we repay you for all of this?”
Thank you Brooks for changing the subject. Corey wasn’t ready to discuss how this was going to change their friendship. If at all.
He knew how he wanted it to go. Still studying and boarding together. Only instead of it being a transactional arrangement, they’d be just friends - with benefits.
“Repay? Oh you don’t-”
“We insist!” Corey jumped in.
“Actually, there is something you could do for me.”
“Anything.”
“You’re going to make me blush! Don’t make promises you can’t keep, my boy.”
Corey sputtered, he hadn’t meant it like that!
Vincent continued, “I’ll be throwing my annual Christmas party, and I could use some young blood to spice things up.”
“Uhhh.”
Corey and Brooks exchanged another glance.
“Oh don’t look so worried! I don’t want you there for me! Although I wouldn’t say no. It’s my tenant. He’s about your age, and very shy. I’d love it if he had you to keep him company. Introduce him to your friends?”
“It’s a deal,” Brooks said.
“Oh, and one more thing, there will be mistletoe, and I expect to see you boys kissing under it.”
With that bomb dropped, Vincent left to clean up and make some calls.
Kiss Brooks?
Huh.
That didn’t sound so bad.
Maybe his luck hadn’t run out after all. His hope that he’d be put in a situation like this again was already shaping up.