Page 32 of Snowballing

Despite my balls aching for another tortuous assault from his tongue, I pulled away, adjusting myself before moving further. He didn’t need to see the tent in my sweatpants.

When I shifted more and tapped him on the shoulder, you would’ve thought he was on fire. He practically bolted from the room.

“I’m so sorry, Jayden! Shit! Gareth. Gareth, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine. Really, it’s okay.” I stood up as well, eyes wide from his reaction. I wondered what he was thinking calling me Jayden.

“I’ll check on your clothes. Do you need a toothbrush or toothpaste? Anything else?”

“I only brought some clothes, so yeah, if it’s no trouble. I’ll take whatever you have.”

I waited awkwardly in the hall.

Eli called out. “Everything’s dry, except the pants.” He came out from the laundry room with my shirt and jacket in hand. I assumed he wrapped my briefs inside one of the other garments. That seemed the more embarrassing thing to do with them, but I was smart enough not to make a joke about it.

“Thanks.”

“The closet in the bathroom should have whatever else you need. Feel free to shower or use the jacuzzi tub if you want to soak. Thanks for being so great with Trey. I’ll have to thank Nancy for recommending you.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Good night, Gareth.”

His husky voice made Gareth sound as dick-hardeningly hot as Jayden, but with his mention of Nancy, it was clear. This was a professional relationship now.

“Good night, Eli.”

* * *

Oh look. A polar bear.

“Hi, Mr. Polar Bear!”

Two little cubs appeared out of nowhere.

I guess it’s a Mrs. Polar Bear.

Or a single dad polar bear.

I glanced down. I was naked and it was cold.

The polar bears were leaving.

“Wait!”

I jumped in the water, trying to reach them.

“DAD!”

That wasn’t a polar bear.

“GARETH!”

My eyes snapped open. I was cold and wet - the entire bed was soaked - and I could hear water running in the dark. Almost like a waterfall. Something was wrong.

I jumped out of bed.

Fuck.