Page 25 of Snow Globe Secrets

“Austin.”

I had his attention as I started to pull my jeans down. The caked snow was rapidly melting from around my ankles, and my bare feet were cherry red. He watched as I struggled to slide the heavy, wet material down, but as soon as he clocked my feet, his focus shifted.

“You’re going to get frostbite,” he said as he took one of the towels off the rack and flicked it to the floor near my feet. He pointed to it, and holding my jeans up midthigh, I hopped onto it.

He kneeled before me and wrapped my feet in the towel before standing and facing me. We were inches apart, holding each other’s gazes. He gently placed his feet over the top of mine, over the towel as his hands met mine at my hips. Together, we tugged at the denim, but he took over, pulling and kneeling as he went. All I could do was stand there and watch as he lifted one foot, my hand finding the wall behind me for balance. He tugged until my leg was free before switching to the other side.

The stack of towels was just behind him, and he leaned back to grab another one, handing it up to me, never looking away, fire in his eyes. He covered my feet again and stood, finally breaking eye contact to add the jeans to the drying rack.

I held the other towel dumbly in my hands, watching him. I knew my cock was tenting my underwear, which were wet and cold, too, but I couldn't find it in me to care about the image I was presenting or the freezing temperatures.

Randall looked my way before quickly turning his back to me, his focus on straightening our dripping clothes on the rack. My dick twitched at the site of his ass in those leggings, and part of me wished he’d turned around in time to see it. Instead, he remained with his back to me, and I remained paralyzed in my spot.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” Randall demanded, refusing to look at me, and the words surged through me like I’d fast-forwarded to the good part in a porn clip. He glanced at me, pointedly raising his chin and looking only at my face. “I’ll get the fire going.”

Oh, he’d gotten the fire going all right. He didn’t turn away as I wrapped the towel around my waist. I yanked my T-shirt over my head before lifting one side of the towel up the side of my leg to pull my boxers off. My situation meant that I really needed to tug to get them down, and I just knew that Randall was picturing my rock-hard cock breaking free underneath the towel. I held the underpants off one finger as I stood, wrapped in nothing but a towel in front of him.

We stared for a beat, and I quirked a smile that I hoped was a little bit flirty and a little bit sultry. His reaction made me think it was neither of those things as he shook his head, laughed, and turned toward the fire before making his next demand. “Get under the blanket and get warmed up.”

“Yes, sir,” I said before I could think better of it. It could have put distance between us, I realized, if he interpreted it as a sign of respect shown to my father’s friend. I hoped my tone made it clear that the last thing I was thinking about was dear old Dad when I said it.

He shook his head as he walked away from me. I followed and wrapped myself up in the soft blanket, tucking my legs up underneath me to cover them as well. I could feel the towel separating under the folds of the blanket, and I wondered if Randall had caught a glimpse before I was nestled on his cozy couch underneath his comfortable blanket.

Randall’s eyes only flicked in the general direction of my groin for a second before he turned and knelt by the fire in his shiny, skinny yoga pants. He tossed a few more logs on, and he used the poker and a few puffs of air to get the blaze going, leaning into the open face of the fireplace and most definitely improving my view. I curled up into the corner of the couch, the blanket draped over my shoulders, and watched as Randall slowly returned the tool to its stand and stared at the fire for a beat or two. A patch on the back of his neck turned red, like a little telltale blush despite his back being to me.

I was staring at him unabashedly when he stood and turned. I wondered if the flush of color on his neck was from the fire, from the awkwardness of our situation, or if Randall was as turned on as I was.

“Austin!” He sounded exasperated. We locked eyes momentarily, but something caught his attention, and he looked away. “Snowing again,” he muttered as he came and sat next to me on the couch. Like, right next to me.

“Let me see your feet.”

“My …”

“Come on. Hand ’em over. I want to make sure you're okay.”

“I’m fine, Randall. I’m practically a doctor; you can trust me. And I live in the snow at school and …”

He was up and standing in front of me to lift the blanket from my lap, only he grabbed both the blanket and the towel, which had come loose but was still basically covering me; or at least it had been until my grabby roommate yanked at it.

He froze, leaning over me, staring at my semi-hard dick and not at the still-red and cold feet tucked under me. And he kept staring. He had to sense me watching him. He had to know I knew exactly what he was and wasn’t looking at.

I reached my hand to where his were suspended, holding a corner of the blanket and the towel. I removed them from his hands and dropped them down, not caring if they covered me or not. Slowly, I pulled my feet out from under me and rested them on the coffee table. Randall stood above me, and our eyes locked. Before my still slightly visible cock got too much more excited, I began swinging my feet up and down above the coffee table. It worked to break the spell.

“See, just a little red. They’re warming up nicely.” He sat down on the coffee table and wrapped both of his hands around one of my feet.

“Still cold,” he refuted.

I wiggled in his embrace, and Randall massaged my foot gently, keeping a firm grip around first one, then the other. I’d covered myself up with the towel again, but my state was not hidden, and neither was Randall’s in those tight pants.

His hands began to wander up my ankle, and he placed my foot in his lap. I leaned back with my eyes closed as he dug into my calf with his fingertips. My foot brushed his hardness, causing my cock to twitch again. That time it caught his attention, and he stopped his work, his hands still warming my leg.

Gently, I pulled myself from his embrace and stood, letting the blanket fall off my shoulders and the towel from my lap. If there was a chill to the room, I didn’t feel it.

We were face-to-face, mere inches apart. I wasn’t so brazen as to place myself in his personal space, but one half step or one meaningful lean, and I’d be right there. Right where I wanted to be.

“Austin,” he chastised me, but I heard the frustration in it. The conflict. The want. We can have this, I thought. I was sure we could. We were two men stuck together in a secluded, ridiculously romantic cabin. It was the only logical conclusion.

I wrapped my arms around him, grabbed his ass, and watched as his eyes went wide. “Yeah?” I asked as if he’d said my name for any other reason than out of frustration.