Snowed In (5 page)

“Come on.” Mitch shoved at Kasey to get him out of his way. “Warren and I are going to go climb in the hot tub. I’m thinking he’d probably like to get out of his pants first,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m hungry. You should bring us some food and drinks.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kasey answered as he watched Mitch head to the back of the cabin. Waiting until he was out of earshot, Kasey hurried to follow Warren up to the loft. “Hey, you notice that Mitch’s not got off yet?”

Warren glanced over his shoulder as he paused on the stairs and winced. “Yeah, you’re right. Not real gentlemanly of us, was it?” he asked, cheeks flushing as he started moving again.

Kasey followed with a grin. “So why don’t we do something about it? He was kind enough to indulge our curiosities, yeah?”

Warren glanced at Kasey and then down at his uncomfortably wet jeans. He sighed, unfastening them and shucking pants and boxers all at once as he stood in the bathroom door. “What do you have in mind? I won’t be up for more for awhile,” he said, blushing and looking down at himself as he cleaned up with a wet washcloth.

Walking over to the door and eyeing Warren appreciatively, Kasey shrugged. “I’m sure we can come up with something. We’re intelligent men, right? So what if it’s new to us? Mitch’s been more than accommodating, and hell, if what he did to me is just the prelude, actual sex would be a hell of a ride.”

Warren’s eyes widened considerably and he looked over at Kasey as he ran more hot water. “You’re wanting to have sex with him now? Like real sex? Real gay sex?”

Kasey snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Warren. Real sex. Taking it up the ass. Screaming and thrashing and all. Didn’t you ever take a woman’s ass like that? The ones I’ve had just screamed and screamed for more. And they don’t have prostates.”

Sighing, Warren shut off the water and started drying off. He shook his head. “Afraid I’m not the experimenting type,” he murmured, cheeks still red.

Pursing his lips, Kasey couldn’t help but smile. Warren was so damn cute. He walked over to stand next to him and slid his arms around Warren’s waist. “I’ve taken a liking to vanilla, I think,” he said, playfully kissing the corner of Warren’s mouth. Moaning and moving to deepen the kiss, he rasped, “Do you taste like vanilla all over?”

Warren chuckled. “Get off me. I need trousers.” He pushed his elbow into Kasey’s stomach, trying to hide his grin. Apparently, Kasey still wanted him.

“I need some kisses!” Kasey objected. “They’ve got to get me through making food and drinks as our host ordered.”

Warren snorted and rolled his eyes. “Fine, then. Have your kisses and go, so I can get dressed before my balls freeze off.”

Kasey purred, kissing Warren again quickly, once, twice, his hand sliding around to his belly, pausing just above his groin. “I could keep them warm if you like.”

Warren blinked and shook his head. He was starting to get used to this kind of talk. The thought scared him as much as it excited him. “You sure you’re not gay?” he asked humorously.

Throwing back his head, Kasey hooted. “Yeah, well, I said I was adventurous. I may have to redefine the way I label myself. This is fun.”

Stepping back, Warren swatted Kasey’s ass. “Go on, get that food and get out there or Mitch will think we’ve gone to bed without him.” He headed over to his suitcase to pull out his swim trunks and a T-shirt for the hot tub.

Chortling, Kasey bounded down the stairs. Warren had said he’d go even farther.
Oh hell yeah.

Meanwhile, Mitch had turned on the space heater in the glassed-in sunroom in the back of the cabin. While he was waiting for the small room to heat, he rifled through the drawers, coming up with some supplies in case they should be needed. Switching on the jets in the tub, he moved a bottle of single malt scotch and three glasses to the tile ledge. He flipped on the stereo, finding it set to a nice jazz station. He thought briefly about trunks and decided against them. Maybe he could get himself off before Warren and Kasey got here.

Quickly stripping, he climbed gingerly into the steaming water, sliding to his favorite reclining seat. Settling into the tub, he felt his muscles relax, and his eyes drifted shut. Calling up the image of Kasey and Warren as they’d climaxed from his touch, he circled his stiff cock and stroked. He was just establishing a good rhythm when he heard someone enter the room. He thought about just continuing. With all the bubbles, it might not be
that
obvious what he was doing, and frankly, even if they figured it out, he felt he deserved some relief. If they wanted to watch, well... just the thought made his cock jump.

Kasey walked in, carrying a tray of snack food and water bottles. He didn’t look over at the tub until he’d set down the tray, and then when he turned to see Mitch reclined with both hands under the water and a look of concentration on his face, he grinned. He padded over to the side of tub, considering what to do. He wasn’t sure if Mitch had noticed he was here yet. He could speak or he could touch. Hell, touching wouldn’t throw Mitch. So Kasey leaned over and touched the older man, dragging his hand down Mitch’s chest and below the water line to stop just above his groin. “Don’t you look sexy,” Kasey purred, again marveling at how easy it was to accept that he was attracted to the other man.

The chill of Kasey’s hand burned in contrast to the heat of the water and Mitch hissed. Eyes still pressed tightly closed, he willed Kasey’s hand lower. When it didn’t move instantly, he canted his hips up to meet it, his own hand not stopping its movement. “Touch me.”

Swallowing hard and not a little nervously, Kasey shifted to sit on the edge of the tub and slid his hand below the water, splaying along Mitch’s belly, stroking lower and pausing when his fingers combed through wet curls. He closed his eyes a moment as desire swamped his gut.
Oh, he was in deep
, he thought.

A low, almost pained sound rumbled out of Mitch’s chest as Kasey’s fingers tentatively explored his groin. What in the hell had he been thinking starting this with two straight friends, snowed in no less? He couldn’t even leave and go visit a buddy for a night of rampant fucking to let off all the sexual tension. Moving his hand away from his cock, he threaded their fingers together and circled their joined fingers around his hard length. “Just like you like it,” he said hoarsely, reminding Kasey of his words earlier.

Inhaling sharply as his fingers curled around the thick, hard cock, Kasey slowly stood and shifted around until he squatted behind Mitch, arm around his shoulders to get what he felt was the right angle. Then he started to move, squeezing gently at first, then more firmly as Mitch didn’t protest. He leaned his head forward against Mitch’s, his nose buried in the blond hair just behind the other man’s ear.

Mitch shivered both from the cooler air as his wet body was lifted above the waterline and the feeling of Kasey’s hand on his body. “Fuck, Kasey! Who knew you had such great hands?” He relaxed his head back on Kasey’s shoulder, letting himself give in to the sensual exploration.

Kasey relaxed a little and chuckled, sliding his hand more comfortably. “You said to do what I like,” he purred in Mitch’s ear, emphasizing the double meaning of those words.

Mitch’s body trembled again, his head arching away, baring his neck. “Don’t let me stop you.”

Growling playfully, Kasey nipped at the expanse of warm flesh right in front of his lips. “You’re making me crazy, Mitch,” he moaned. “Who’d have thought I’d go for this, much less be so damn turned on?”

Coming upon the sensual scene, Warren paused in the doorway, drinking in the sight, and he felt that curling desire in his gut again. They were so gorgeous together, Kasey and Mitch, and he wondered why they’d even want him around. He stood there, just watching, unaware of the longing on his face.

Mitch opened his eyes, intending to answer Kasey, when he spotted Warren standing in the doorway looking lost and about ready to bolt. Pulling reluctantly out of Kasey’s arms, he floated across the tub. “About time you got here,” he said, eyes completely serious as they locked with Warren’s. “We’ve been waiting for you.” Cracking the seal on the scotch, he poured an equal amount into the three glasses. Picking up two, he extended one to Warren, feeling slightly like he was luring a timid dog with a bone.

Kasey smiled as he watched Warren enter, appearing reluctant enough that it touched his heart. He got up and went to join him, taking a glass and waiting for him to come close enough to slide his arm around the older man’s waist, squeezing comfortably. Warren entered the warm room, reaching for the scotch and taking a steadying sip, relaxing a little when Kasey came close to hug him reassuringly. “You two looked....” He paused, unsure of what to say to express it.

“Just like we looked when Kasey walked into the kitchen,” Mitch supplied. “Come get in the water. It’s warmer.”

Taking another drink, Warren let Kasey lead him over to tub. He handed his glass back to Mitch and slid into the bubbling water, sighing and forgetting his nerves as the hot water surrounded him. “Christ, that’s good,” he murmured.

Kasey chuckled and shucked his jeans, leaving the soft, loose boxers on as he followed, pulling his long legs over the edge of the tub and sitting on the bench under the water with a happy sigh.

Mitch settled next to Kasey, his legs extending and tangling with Warren’s. When Warren didn’t immediately pull away, Mitch started rubbing his feet and lower legs with the arch of his foot, exploring the coarse hair and bony ankles with his toes. His hand wandered to Kasey’s thigh, finding smooth skin and gliding higher. When he encountered wet fabric, he smirked, turning his head towards Kasey and whispering. “Boxers? The man who went skinny dipping at the company picnic gets into a hot tub in boxers?”

Suddenly grinning, Kasey patted Mitch’s thigh and slid over next to Warren, leaning to whisper in his ear. Warren listened and licked his lips nervously before turning to look at Kasey, who nodded reassuringly. Warren took another drink and nodded back. Then both men sat their glasses on the side of the tub and moved in opposite directions, sliding up close to either side of Mitch.

Mitch looked one way and then the other as his friends got closer. “Uhmmm... guys... should I be pleased or worried?” he asked nervously. Kasey was quite a prankster, and he didn’t completely trust any idea that had originated with his dark-headed friend.

Kasey chuckled evilly and slid his hands back to Mitch’s waist under the water while Warren raised an eyebrow in question. “You, worried?” Mitch was the most experienced of them, why would
he
be worried?

“It’s not the idea of getting physical with either of you that worries me,” Mitch clarified, reading Warren’s mind. “It’s the idea that this fucker might decide to hog-tie me and throw me out in the snow.” He elbowed Kasey as he spoke.

Warren’s lips twitched in amusement and the grin on Kasey’s face was gleeful. “I might hog-tie you,” Kasey said, leaning to nip at Mitch’s ear, “but you’re not leaving this tub.”

“Just don’t drown me.” Mitch lifted his face for a kiss.

“Oh no, not in water, anyway,” Kasey promised, meeting Mitch for a soft, wet, promising kiss as his hand slid over to grasp one of Warren’s, pulling it to Mitch’s chest and pressing it there, before dropping his own hand back beneath the water to start the stroking all over again.

Warren watched Mitch’s face carefully as he caressed the warm skin of his chest, just getting used to touching, to appreciating, to enjoying. He’d agreed to Kasey’s suggestion that they work together to get Mitch off, although he wasn’t too sure how he’d contribute.

Mitch’s skin rose in goose bumps at the dual touching, starting low on his body and rising, hardening his nipples and making him groan. His head fell back on the edge of the tub, his eyes closing. The last few hours had been an exercise in excitement
and
frustration. His body was screaming for release and having four hands stroking him, even if timidly, was incredibly exciting.

Running his hands over the tightened nipples, Warren was amazed at the reactions of Mitch’s body to his touch. It was obvious he was enjoying it, and he felt a little bolder as he kept caressing. He leaned forward to kiss Mitch’s cheekbone lightly.

Kasey paused, not able to get his arm turned the way he wanted. “Stand up, Mitch, let me sit behind you,” he urged.

Mitch glided forward in the water, letting Kasey slip behind him. Pulling Warren chest to chest, he wound a hand into the soft, blond hair, pulling him close and nuzzling along his jaw. “I love the way your hands feel on me,” Mitch husked. As Kasey pulled Mitch back onto his lap, he pulled Warren out of the seat and into the water with him.

Warren groaned as Mitch pulled him between his knees. With a start, he realized what was brushing his belly was Kasey’s hand lazily pumping Mitch’s cock. Heat flashed through him and he edged slightly closer, his own cock swelling in his trunks.

Mitch felt Warren move and lifted his hips to rub against his groin, lifting one leg and wrapping it around Warren’s hip. Twisting his head, he curled a hand around Kasey’s neck, pulling him close for a kiss. Just before their lips met, he swiped his tongue along Kasey’s full bottom lip, catching it between his teeth. He’d entertained many fantasies about being able to do that as he sat at his desk watching his co-worker biting his lip as he concentrated on a story he was writing. Mitch moaned softly as he felt Warren’s cock harden against his thigh. “Faster... please....”

Making a noise of approval, Kasey leaned up to take part in the kiss that was swiftly growing more heated. His hand tightened on Mitch as he felt the other man thrust forward. Breaking from the kiss with a gasp, Kasey growled, “C’mon, baby, fuck my fist.”

Mitch happily complied, thrusting up into the tight channel of Kasey’s fingers. Breaking from the kiss with a gasp, he groaned, watching as Kasey and Warren’s lips clung, continuing the sensual dance. Fumbling along the side of the tub with his hand, he grasped a cool bottle. He pressed it urgently into Kasey’s hand. “Open it and put some in your hand,” he instructed hoarsely.