5. Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

Adam

What had they done ? Adam could not believe what had just happened. As they ate the meal Mason had cobbled together in near-silence, Adam's mind raced and whirred. The clinking of spoons in bowls filled the room, along with the crackling of the fire.

Did I really just get the best blow job of my life from Mason? Mason who I grew up with? Drew's best friend Mason? Who I've had a crush on for years? It was almost too much to comprehend.

Adam finished his soup and put his spoon down. He stared at the bowl, afraid to make eye contact. He's probably already regretting everything.

Mason cleared his throat. "So, uh …"

Adam forced himself to meet Mason's gaze. "Yeah?"

When he spoke, Mason's voice was quiet. "Listen, if you are having second thoughts or something, that's cool. I get it. It's probably weird." Mason picked up the dishes and took them to the sink.

"No!" Get it together, you sound overeager. "I … I mean, no. You didn't overstep. It's not weird. I mean, it's a little weird, but nothing I can't handle. I liked it."

Mason turned and nodded. "Good. Me too."

The snowstorm outside had all but died out, and when Adam glanced out the window, it was well past dark. He yawned. His ankle hurt and the whole rollercoaster of a day had worn him out. "I think I'm going to head to bed. Are you staying up?" He mentally pictured himself crawling into bed and realized that his plan had one tiny problem. Crap. I'm on the top bunk. He flexed his ankle gently, but it protested with pain on both sides.

Mason shrugged. "Not like there's much else to do."

"Can you help me get my things to the bottom bunk? I don't think I'm going to be climbing the ladder anytime soon." Adam ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

There was a pause, but Mason nodded. "Yeah, I can do that."

He reached a hand out to Adam, but Adam shook his head. "I think I can make it on my own."

"Don't put too much pressure on it too soon. You don't want to make things worse."

Adam grinned. "You sound like Mom." He hobbled towards the bedroom as quickly as he could. It hurt, but he wanted to be walking on his own. He'd spent the day resting his ankle and didn't want to rely on Mason for transportation any longer than necessary.

Once they made it to the bedroom, Mason grabbed Adam's pillow and tossed it on the bottom bunk. Adam reached for it and stumbled. He grabbed for the top bunk, but Mason's muscular arms wrapped around him before he fell. "Crap," Adam muttered. I'm definitely not complaining about Mason's arms around me though. Adam inhaled slowly. He smells really good. "Thanks for saving me. Again."

Mason laughed. "Don't worry about it." A beat passed, and Adam was well aware that Mason could've released him anytime, but hadn't. "You know … you could just sleep in my bed."

Adam shrugged. "I don't want to make you move."

Another laugh slipped from Mason. "I meant with me." He ducked his head down and pressed a quick kiss to Adam's shoulder.

Oh . Adam's stomach fluttered. Ohhh. He thought about this for a second.

"I mean, you don't have to." Mason started to loosen his grip on Adam.

Adam tightened his arms around Mason, pulling him back to Adam. "No. I mean, I want to. That would be nice."

Mason nodded. "Good." He guided Adam to the bed and helped him sit. "Let me grab your blanket." Mason pulled Adam's blanket free of the bunk and handed it to Adam. "Now, I'm going to go see if I can find a bandage for your ankle. I know compression helps."

"In the first aid kit, in the cabinet under the bathroom sink, maybe." Adam waited patiently while Mason went to rummage through the first aid kit. He arranged the blanket on the bed so they'd both have their own and swung his leg up to rest while he waited.

"Ah-ha," Mason called from the other room. Footsteps sounded, and then Mason returned triumphantly, bandage in hand. "Let me wrap your ankle." He took hold of Adam's foot and gently wrapped it, putting the pressure in all the right places without wrapping it too tightly. He tucked it in and stepped back to admire his handiwork. "How's that?"

Adam wiggled his ankle and nodded. Why didn't we think of this sooner? Oh right, because I was busy getting a fucking amazing blow job. "It's great. It feels better already, actually."

Mason beamed. "Great. I'm going to go put the fire out and then I'll be back. You get in bed."

Adam did, snuggling in and waiting. He heard the splash and sizzle of the fire being doused, then some scraping as Mason checked to be sure the embers were all out. A few moments later, Mason crawled in behind Adam, leaving Adam in the space between the wall and Mason's warm body.

Mason's body temperature radiated off him, heating Adam quickly. No danger of being cold tonight . It took ages, Adam endlessly distracted by the fact that he was actually sleeping in a bed with Mason, but eventually, they both fell asleep.

Mason

They slept away the morning, but Mason woke that afternoon with a raging erection and the aching need to do something about it, his arms still around Adam, who was snoring softly as always. He still couldn't believe what had happened between them, but he didn't want it to stop. I wonder if he'd mind … Mason took the risk.

He rocked his hips forward gently, into the crevice of Adam's ass. It felt so good that he had to suppress a groan. In his sleep, Adam pressed his ass back, against Mason's groin. Mason exhaled through his nose and nuzzled the back of Adam's neck.

Adam murmured and stirred. Mason moved forward again, and Adam responded with another shift back.

"Oh, God," Mason murmured. He wanted to get off so badly that it almost hurt and the friction was just making his dick harder.

Adam chuckled a little and reached a hand back and between them to cup Mason's erection, dragging a low groan out of Mason immediately. "Something wrong?" Adam's voice was teasing.

"So hard it hurts. I need to get off." Mason pulled the blankets off and started to slide away.

Adam looked over his shoulder. "Wait, where are you going?"

"Bathroom. I need to jerk off before I come in my pants." He kissed the back of Adam's head. "I'll be back."

"No, wait. I want to help."

Mason hesitated before moving closer to Adam again. "You do?"

"Definitely. Did you … did you bring condoms, by any chance?"

Mason's heart thudded. Is he saying he wants me to fuck him? Holy shit. But I didn't bring any. Who brings condoms on a ski trip with their best friend's family? "I didn't."

Adam nodded. "That's okay. We don't have to have sex." Adam arched his back and pressed his ass against Mason's groin again. "You can …" He rubbed against Mason.

Mason quickly caught on and put a hand on Adam's hip. "I want to touch you." Adam nodded, so Mason slid Adam's sweatpants down, exposing his ass and dick.

"You too." Adam tugged fruitlessly at Mason's pajama bottoms until Mason laughed and pulled them down. He inched forward until his hard cock was pressing into the crevice of Adam's ass.

They moved together slowly, their breathing becoming heavier as Mason wrapped a hand around Adam's dick and stroked him while he slowly rocked his hips, thrusting against Adam.

"Here," Adam said and reached back for Mason's dick. Mason released Adam for a moment and waited while he angled Mason's cock lower, into the heat just below his ass, between his legs. The space was tight and warm, not quite the same as fucking him, but it felt good anyway. Mason groaned and thrust forward, and when he did, Adam tightened his thighs around Mason's cock, squeezing it harder.

"Oh, God. That feels … really good," Mason managed to get out. He gripped Adam's cock again and began to stroke.

He lost himself for a while in the push and pull of Adam's body, letting the tight heat fill him. As he jerked Adam's cock, Adam began to rock forward into it and back against Mason. Adam didn't loosen his grip on Mason's dick as he fucked into Mason's fist and he began to gasp and moan on every breath as he got close to the edge of his own pleasure.

Mason had been so hard and ready at the start of things that his own orgasm wasn't far. Eyes closed, he inhaled Adam's scent, deep and masculine, tinged with wood smoke and pine from the day before. His cock leaked between Adam's legs, making the thrusting glide more smoothly, which pushed him that much closer to coming.

"I wish you were inside of me," Adam murmured. "I want to feel you come." His voice was pleading and desperate and the motion of his hips was becoming ragged.

With a groan, Mason grit his teeth and came, spurting hard between Adam's thighs. The space quickly became slick and wet, drenched in Mason's cum. He kept fucking the tight heat and gripped Adam's cock more firmly.

Adam came too, throwing his head back against Mason's shoulder when he did. It splattered Adam's shirt and covered Mason's hand. They both stilled, breathing hard. For a long time, they were both quiet. Then Adam lifted his head.

"I need to get this shirt off." He laughed and wrestled the shirt off, then began mopping up the mess.

Mason laughed, too. "We definitely don't want that to dry and leave you all gross."

Adam shrugged and tossed the shirt on the floor. "I'm going to need a shower."

"Can it wait, or do you want to shower now?" Mason scraped Adam's bare shoulder with his teeth.

"It can wait."

They lay in bed for a while, Mason's arms wrapped around Adam. This feels really good. I'm glad we have a few more days before anyone gets here. Time to figure everything out.

That's when he heard the front door of the cabin open and Adam's mother call out, "Hello? Boys?"