4. Chapter Four

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Chapter Four

Adam

Adam hadn't had a choice. He'd had to sing Christmas carols the entire trip back to the cabin. If he hadn't, his mind would have zeroed in on the fact that his groin was pressed against Mason's strong back and the fact that Mason's muscular arms were wrapped around his legs and he would've gotten a hard-on.

When Mason deposited Adam on the doorstep of the cabin, Adam grimaced at the jarring of his ankle and grit his teeth. "Thanks, man. I appreciate the ride." Ride. Oh God. Adam shook his head and tried to focus on anything else.

Mason looped Adam's left arm over his shoulder, and Adam hobbled to the couch. Mason was considerably taller than Adam, which made crossing the few feet to the sofa tricky, but eventually he made it and eased himself onto the furniture. Mason grabbed some pillows and put them under Adam's foot and knee.

"Here. Keep it propped up. I'll be back in a little while." Mason took several quick strides towards the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Adam struggled to turn around.

Mason shrugged. "Someone's got to get your damn tree here."

"Oh." Adam's voice came out very small. "Be safe." A gust of wind pushed its way through the room as Mason opened and closed the door. Once he was gone, Adam reclined, propping his leg on the pillows. He stared at the wood-beamed ceiling for a long time, thinking about what had just happened.

What in the world made me think I should go out in a damn blizzard alone, anyway? He replayed his steps, unsure of what had tripped him. From there, his mind wandered to his rescue, Mason appearing around the curve in the path and Adam's shouting for help. He recalled Mason's wind-reddened cheeks, red hair sticking out from under his stocking cap, as the guy stood over him, assessing the situation. Adam couldn't help but let his mind jump to the next moment, when his legs were wrapped around Mason tightly.

As he remembered, his groin did, too, cock waking up in his snow pants. Adam found himself unbearably hot, and wrestled his thick coat off without incident. He stared at his legs. The snow pants were going to be significantly more difficult to remove, but he gently shimmied them off, groaning when he had to flex his foot to slide his legs out. Once he was done, he was much more comfortable, but his semi-hard dick was much more visible in his sweats.

Adam looked around the room, desperate for anything to distract him. That's when he noticed that Mason had rearranged the furniture in the far corner. There were boxes stacked along the side wall that must have been full of decorations. Adam smiled widely. Mason had gotten the room ready for decorating, rescued his lame ass, and then had gone back to bring home the tree.

A moment later, the cabin door swung open and a burst of wind careened through the room, bringing snowflakes with it.

"I got your fucking tree." There was crashing and scraping. Adam struggled to sit up and by the time he did, Mason had shut the door and was dragging a snow-covered tree across the room.

"Holy crap, you really did." Adam raised his eyebrows. The tree looked much bigger indoors than it had in the field.

"Uh-huh." Mason dragged the tree to the corner and bent down to lift it. He hauled it up and seated it into the tree stand, then ducked down and screwed it firmly into place.

Adam watched the action without speaking. Even in a snowsuit, his ass looks great. Good grief, he's hot. God, too bad he's straight.

When he was finished, Mason turned to Adam. "How does it look?"

"It looks … awesome. Thank you."

Mason turned to inspect his handiwork, nodded once, and turned back to Adam. "Let me change and clean up a little and we can start decorating."

Twenty minutes later, Mason had switched into pajama pants and a t-shirt, mopped up the snow with several towels, and helped Adam relocate to a chair by the tree so that Adam could supervise the decorating. Adam caught himself humming carols again as Mason started to rifle through the boxes of ornaments.

Mason shot Adam a look, eyes narrowed. "I'm not doing this if you keep doing that. "

Adam barked a laugh and nodded. "Understood." He stopped humming and watched Mason hang ornaments. "So how's Cali?"

"The school or the state?" Mason threw Adam a lopsided grin over his shoulder as he found the perfect places for a family of snowmen to go.

"School."

Mason shrugged. "It's fine. I'm almost done, I guess. I don't want to be a fifth-year senior but I keep changing my major. I think I've finally picked something that will stick, though. I'm in Criminal Justice."

"What were your majors before that?"

Mason groaned. "Oh man. Art—specifically photography. English. Philosophy. History. Now this."

"At least they weren't all that different from one another?" Adam's attempt at positivity definitely came out as a question, the word curving up at the end.

"I guess." Mason dug through the box. "Still sucks that it took me so long though. Where do you want these?" He'd unearthed a number of hand print ornaments Adam and Drew had made as kids.

Adam lifted one shoulder. "Dunno. Over there, by the popsicle-stick tree? Are you seeing anyone?" Adam's stomach twisted. Why did I say that? The words had just fallen out of his mouth.

Mason's shoulders stiffened. "Uh, no, not exactly. Not anymore."

Okay, lighten the mood. "No girls will have you, huh?" His attempt at good-natured ribbing fell flat.

When Mason turned to face Adam, his cheeks were pink, as were the tips of his ears. "That's not it. I just broke up with someone, actually. He, uh, said he wanted to be with girls again."

" He ?" Is he actually gay after all?

"Yeah. I'm, uh, pansexual. You know?" Mason's gaze was trained on Adam's ankle, not his eyes.

Adam nodded. "Yeah. I know what that is. That's great, man. Congratulations."

Mason exhaled in a rush. "Thanks. So yeah, I think it's for the best, because I'm into someone else anyway."

"Ah." Adam's face froze into place. Don't ask. Do not ask. Just smile and nod. "What's she like?"

Mason took a deep breath and a step closer to Adam. Before Adam knew what was happening, Mason's full lips were pressed against his own. Without thinking, Adam opened his mouth and let Mason's eager tongue in briefly. Just as quickly as it had started, it ended, Mason standing straight and turning his back to Adam to hang another ornament.

Mason cleared his throat. "He's cool. I'm just not sure he's into me. He's a freshman, and I've known him most of my life, so I don't want things to be weird, you know?"

Oh, God, this is really happening, isn't it? A tiny, surprised laugh escaped Adam. "Yeah. I know. I think—and I'm just venturing a guess here—he might really be into you, too."

Mason turned back to Adam slowly, one eyebrow raised. "Yeah?"

"Definitely."

Mason

What the fuck was I thinking? Mason wasn't sure, but he was glad he'd said what he'd said. He sank onto a chair and sat facing Adam. "What do you think?"

Adam reached for Mason, curling his fingers around the neck of Mason's t-shirt and tugging him towards Adam. Mason took his cue and leaned in, kissing Adam again. This time, their tongues explored one another's mouths eagerly, their breathing becoming heavy and loud. Mason's dick grew hard between his legs and he shifted a little. Adam's free hand reached for Mason and landed on his thigh, slid higher, and settled on Mason's erection.

Mason laughed through his nose and groaned lightly as Adam palmed his growing erection. He couldn't help but rock his hips up a fraction when Adam's hand tightened around it.

Adam pulled away, breaking the kiss. "Let's move this to the couch."

Mason scooped Adam up in both arms without hesitation and carried him to the sofa, deposited him gently on the cushions and crawled on top of him. Adam moaned loudly as their cocks touched through the cotton of their clothes.

Fuck yes. One thing Mason had learned about himself once he'd come out and started dating men was that he loved the sound of a male partner moaning and crying out. He'd never cared one way or another about vocal women, but with men, the deep tones sent a heady mix of lust and power coursing through his body with every note.

His cock was rock hard and aching already. Eyes closed, Mason moved his mouth to Adam's throat and licked and bit just above his collarbones. Adam whimpered and clawed at Mason's back, fists gripping his t-shirt tightly. Mason rucked up Adam's shirt and moved down to his nipples. He teased one with his tongue, swirling around it as it got hard, then scraped his teeth along the bud.

"Shit." Adam arched his back into Mason's touch. He rarely swore, and the sound turned Mason on even more.

Mason lifted his head and looked directly into Adam's eyes. "Can I blow you?"

Adam laughed shakily. "Nobody's ever asked that before. Usually they just go for it."

Mason slid his tongue out and licked a wet line down to the trail of hair on Adam's stomach. "I just want to make sure you're okay with all of this." Drew's brother. This is Drew's brother you're talking about, he reminded himself.

Adam laughed again and nodded. "Never better. Just watch the ankle."

Mason let a half-grin cross his face, then slid down so his face was directly above Adam's groin. He gripped the waistband of Adam's sweats and slid them down, gently removed the sweatpants entirely, and tossed them aside. Then he hooked Adam's bad leg over his shoulder and lowered himself until his face was a breath away from Adam's leaking cock.

Mason inhaled deeply and parted his lips. He dragged his tongue along the underside of Adam's shaft and Adam's dick jumped and lurched, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Adam gasped and chuckled. "Come on, just do it."

"I like to take my time." Mason licked the salty fluid at the tip and his mouth flooded with saliva. He gripped the base and guided the head towards his lips, which he pressed together tightly. Mason pressed the head of Adam's cock against his drawn-together mouth, letting it breach him. He immediately stroked the head with his tongue as he took more of Adam's erection in. The cock inched into his mouth, filling it until the head was pressing against his soft palate. Mason drew back just as slowly until the head was teasing at his lips again.

Adam squirmed underneath him, panting. "Oh, come on."

"Patience." Mason sped up, dipping down and back up for a minute or so before switching tactics. He gripped the shaft firmly, stroked it with each bob of his head, and focused his mouth on the head alone, swirling his tongue and sucking hard.

Adam's hands gripped the sides of the couch cushions firmly as his hips bucked and rocked off the sofa.

Not good enough , Mason thought. I want to hear him. He released the head of Adam's cock and slid his mouth lower licked Adam's balls, running his tongue between them. Mason nudged Adam's legs farther apart and worked his cheeks open until Adam's hole was accessible. Then he rocked forward, pressing his tongue in and lapped at the dark space.

"Holy shit." Adam squirmed and laughed a breathy laugh, arching away and then back towards Mason.

Mason worked a finger in beside his tongue and slid it into Adam. There was room as Adam relaxed into it, so Mason slid a second finger into him, worked the fingers deep into Adam until he found what he was looking for, and began to thrust against the soft spot inside.

"Oh, God," Adam cried out. Then a moan ripped from him and one hand flew to his cock.

Mason laughed against Adam's opening and pulled away, leaving his fingers firmly in place. He moved back to Adam's cock, pushing Adam's hand aside. "Don't touch. Let me do it." He opened his mouth and took Adam's cock inside. Mason began to suck again, bobbing his head ferociously as he thrust his fingers into Adam at the same rhythm.

Adam's hips began to rock up incrementally, matching Mason's pace, until he was fucking himself on Mason's fingers and in Mason's mouth at the same time. As he worked himself into a frenzy, Adam started to groan on each exhale. His hand slid into Mason's hair and tightened into a fist. Mason just kept working, swallowing Adam's cock and fingering his ass until Adam couldn't take it any longer.

Adam cried out. "Shit, shit, shit."

In response, Mason slowed, pulled off, and chuckled. "Gonna come?"

"God, yes. Don't—don't stop." Adam thrashed around from the chest up. "Please."

Well, since he asked so nicely … Mason ducked down and sucked the crown of Adam's dick back into his mouth. He thrust harder and faster with his fingers, pressing into the spot over and over again until Adam was babbling and incoherent. Adam's cock fattened, the head swelling, and then he began pulsing cum into Mason's waiting and eager mouth. His ass clenched hard around Mason's fingers, the muscles tightening. Adam groaned, low and deep, again and again.

He swallowed the cum as quickly as he could to prevent it from escaping.

When the flood ceased, Mason slowed his work and withdrew his fingers. Then he pulled his mouth off of Adam's dick and dragged his tongue slowly up and down the length of the shaft, making sure he'd gotten every drop. When he was finished, Mason pulled away completely, shifting to sit on the couch comfortably, and watched Adam try to catch his breath. Adam was sprawled on the couch, panting hard, hair mussed, eyes closed.

"That was … that was …"

Mason laughed. "Yeah?"

A sigh escaped Adam's lips. "I've never had an orgasm like that in my life."

"Congratulations, then. And good job to me." Do not think about how this is Drew's little brother, Mason reminded himself. He's so hot, all flushed and spent like this. It was totally, totally worth whatever reaction Drew is going to have.

"You have no clue." Adam's eyes opened and he looked up at Mason. "What about you?"

Mason shrugged. "What about me?"

"Don't you want to come, too?" Adam scrambled to sit up, looked around, and reached for his sweatpants.

Mason stood and grabbed the sweats to hand to Adam. His dick was still hard and aching in his own pajama pants. "I mean, yeah, but it's not mandatory."

Adam thought about this for a moment and nodded. "But I want to. I want to get you off."

A pang hit Mason's stomach, but it wasn't guilt. He was hungry. "I'm starved. We worked right through lunch. Let's eat and we can talk about it later."

Adam crossed his arms and for a moment, he looked like the pouty little brother Mason had always known. Cute, but … a little weird. Mason dipped down to kiss Adam again, and lust curled in his groin. "Later," Mason promised.