Page 29 of Snowballing

“Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey! Unless you want to play something else?”

“Whatever you want, Trey.” I followed Eli down the other hall of the house.

“Watch your step. This half of the house is a little lower. These are the guest rooms here, and Trey’s room is at the end. Laundry is there, and here’s the guest bathroom.”

“Thanks.”

“Let me know if you need…anything.”

“I should be good, thank you.”

I placed my bag on the counter next to the sink. Like everything in the house, this bathroom was also enormous. I took a minute to take everything in, wondering if he was the one with good taste or just an excellent decorator.

My briefs weren’t quite soaked through, but wet enough that I took them off anyway. The jock I’d brought would keep everything tighter and hopefully make it less obvious if I popped a boner. Almost a guarantee if he was going to keep his shirt off.

“I can put your clothes in the dry-”

I half-turned, thinking his voice was too loud.

The door never closed! I was too busy admiring everything.

“So-sorry!” He turned away, but not before he likely had a full view of my ass and possibly my dick. I rushed over to close the door.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay,” he answered through the door. “I’ve seen it before.”

I wasn’t ever gonna stuff my dick in the jock now. Fuck. That was the first time he’d acknowledged the other night since he found out my name was actually Gareth.

I pulled the jockstrap up, doing my best to position my dick so that it would be contained if it ever got soft again. I chose sweatpants over shorts, and the tank top since it was actually pretty warm in the house.

All set, I told myself as I checked the mirror to fix my hair before opening the door. I heard voices coming from down the hall, so I headed that way.

Eli greeted me with a smile. “This is his gaming room. Forgot to mention that.”

“I see.”

“I can take the wet stuff for you.”

“Oh, thanks.” I was disappointed he had put a shirt on.

“The jeans can’t go in the dryer. Just a heads up. Do you have a drying rack?”

“I do, and I’ll remember that.”

“Thanks.”

I swear his eyes lingered longer than they should have - on my lips, then my crotch. And I let him look. Something more than just heat passed between us. Trey was involved now, and it felt different.

“Let’s go!” Trey interrupted, breaking whatever spell had been cast.

I smiled and hopped over the back of the couch. “What am I kicking your ass at first?”

Trey stared for a second, then his open mouth broke into a grin. “Bring it on, jerkface!”

“Oooh, boy. We’re gonna need to work on your trash talk.”

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