Snowed In, Stripped Down – Part 6 (Patreon)

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Morning light filtered through the tall windows, soft and white from the fresh snow that had fallen overnight. I lay there for a long stretch, Cass’s arm still draped heavy across my waist, his slow breathing warm against my shoulder blade.

The quiet pressed in, broken only by the distant hum of the heating system and the occasional creak of the cabin settling. My mind wouldn’t shut off. A whole year of stolen nights, half-finished conversations that never actually started, and the same tired game of acting like none of it mattered. I was done letting it slide.

Cass stirred first. His fingers flexed against my stomach, then slid lower, tracing the line of my hip with lazy intent. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, voice rough with sleep. “Morning, Bensy. Round two before we dig out the skis?”

I shifted away just enough to turn and face him. His hair stuck up in every direction, eyes still half-lidded, that usual confident tilt already forming at the corner of his mouth. The sight of him like this, relaxed, unguarded in the daylight made my chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with last night.

“No,” I said, keeping my tone even. “We’re talking. Right now.”

He blinked, the smirk faltering for a second before he tried to play it off with a short laugh. “Come on, man. It’s too early for deep shit. Let’s just enjoy the snow and…”

“Cass.” I sat up, the blanket pooling around my waist. “I’m serious. A whole year of this. All the times we’ve ended up like last night, and every single morning after we pretend it never happened. I can’t keep doing the drunk hookup dance and then go back to being just buds who just happen to mess around when the mood strikes. It’s messing with my head.”

Cass pushed himself up on one elbow, rubbing a hand over his face. For a moment he looked like he might crack another joke, but something in my expression must have stopped him. He exhaled slowly, jaw working as he stared at the rumpled sheets between us.

“Yeah,” he said finally, voice quieter than I expected. “It’s been messing with mine too.”

The admission hung there. I waited, letting the silence stretch because I needed him to keep going. Cass wasn’t the type to spill his guts easily, he’d spent years covering everything with competition and cocky grins, but I could see the shift in his shoulders, the way his fingers tightened on the edge of the blanket.

“I keep waiting for you to say something first,” he continued, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Every time we hook up after a few drinks, I think maybe this is the night you’ll stick around in the morning and actually talk about it. But you never do. And I never push because… shit, I don’t know. I guess I was scared you’d freak out and decide the whole thing was a mistake from that first blizzard night.”

I swallowed, the knot in my throat loosening just a fraction. “I thought the same about you. You’re always the one pushing in everything else, sports, grades, who can ski the fastest. But with this? You go quiet. Like you’re fine keeping it surface level forever.”

Cass let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh, but there was no real humor in it. He sat up fully now, knees drawn up under the blanket as he faced me.

“Surface level is easier. My dad’s version of parenting is wiring money and expecting me to stay out of trouble. I’ve spent years chasing wins because that’s the only way I know how to get attention. But you…”

He gestured vaguely between us.

“You’ve got the family that actually checks in. The one that cares what you’re doing on a random Tuesday. I’ve been jealous of that since we were kids. And then that night in the shack happened and suddenly I had something real with you. Something that wasn’t about beating anyone. I didn’t know what to do with it except keep showing up for the next drunk round and hope you felt it too.”

The words landed heavier than I expected. I remembered the way he’d looked in the guest room last year, raw, defensive, talking about his dad like it still stung. Back then I’d been too wrapped up in my own confusion to fully hear it. Now, sitting here with fresh snow outside and last night’s marks still faint on my skin, it clicked into place.

“I felt it,” I admitted, reaching out to rest my hand on his knee. “I still do. That night cracked something open in me. I told myself it was just the cold and the adrenaline and curiosity from watching too much porn late at night. But it wasn’t. It was you. And every time since, when we end up tangled up with no words, I go home wondering why the hell we can’t just say what we want.”

Cass’s hand covered mine, thumb brushing over my knuckles in slow circles. “Because saying it makes it real. And real means I could lose the one person who actually sees me as more than Cass the rich kid or Cass the athlete. But fuck it, I’m tired of the game too.” He leaned in closer, eyes steady on mine. “I’m in love with you, Bensy. Have been since you climbed on top of me in that freezing shack and took what you needed, probably before that as well. I just didn’t know how to say it without sounding like some sap.”

The confession hit me square in the chest, warm and certain. No deflection this time. No morning-after escape route. I closed the distance, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that started slow and built with everything we’d held back for twelve months.

His hand slid up my arm, fingers curling around the back of my neck as he pulled me in deeper. When we broke apart, both of us breathing harder, I rested my forehead against his.

“I’m in love with you too, you idiot,” I said, the words tasting right on my tongue. “And I’m done pretending we’re just blowing off steam. We tell our friends. We figure out what this looks like, no more hiding.”

Cass’s smile broke wide and genuine, the cocky edge softened by something softer. “Deal. No more snowed-in excuses. Just us.”

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The rest of the day unfolded easier than I’d imagined. We made breakfast together in the big kitchen, eggs, toast, coffee strong enough to wake the dead, bumping shoulders and trading light jabs without the old undercurrent of avoidance. After we ate, we showered together, taking turns soaping each other up under the wide rainfall head, hands lingering on chests and backs and thighs with no rush to turn it into anything more. The touches felt exploratory in a new way, like we were learning each other without the pressure of pretending it didn’t mean something.

Later we headed out into the fresh powder behind the cabin. The skis felt lighter today, the slope gentle enough that we glided side by side instead of racing. Snow crunched under our edges, cold air biting at our cheeks, but the laughter came easy. No scoreboard. Just the two of us moving through the quiet landscape.

Back inside as the afternoon light faded, we ended up in the sauna again. Steam rose thick around us as we sat on the wooden benches, towels loose around our waists. This time the air carried no heavy tension, only the low buzz of conversation about the future, whether we’d get an apartment together next year, how we’d break the news to our families, what it might look like to keep pushing each other without the old walls.

Cass’s thigh pressed against mine, warm and solid. When his hand eventually wandered higher, tracing the inside of my leg, I let it. I returned the favor, wrapping my fingers around his bulge and stroking with long, steady pulls until his head tipped back against the wall, breath coming faster.

We moved to the bedroom. Cass guided me onto my back on the wide mattress, his body covering mine as he kissed down my chest and stomach. His mouth enveloped my hard length, tongue working slow circles along the underside while his hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently.

I watched him, fingers threading through his hair, the sight of his lips stretched around my dick sending waves of pleasure rolling through my body. He took his time, sucking with steady rhythm, cheeks hollowing as he drew me deeper, until my thighs started to tremble and I had to tug him up before I lost it completely.

I returned the attention just as thoroughly, pushing him onto his back and settling between his spread legs. My tongue traced along his heavy shaft, licking from base to tip before I took the whole thing fully into my mouth, gagging a little, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. Cass’s hips shifted, one hand resting lightly on my head as I worked him over, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue until his breathing grew ragged.

When neither of us could wait any longer, we reached for the lube. I prepared him carefully with my fingers, working one in slowly, then two, feeling the way his body adjusted and opened for me. He watched me the whole time, brown eyes locked on mine, dark with open want and something deeper that made my breath catch. Every few seconds I glanced up, checking his face for any sign of discomfort, and he gave me small nods, his hand resting on my wrist in quiet reassurance.

Once he was ready and loosened up, I moved between his spread legs. Our eyes stayed connected as I pressed forward, sinking into the tight heat of his body inch by careful inch. The sensation wrapped around me completely. Cass’s lips parted on a shared exhale, his gaze never leaving mine. I held still deep inside him, giving him time, watching every flicker across his expression until his shoulders relaxed and the tension in his thighs eased.

“You good?” I asked softly.

He nodded, one hand coming up to cup the side of my face. “Yeah… keep going.”

Then we moved together, slow rolls of my hips at first that gradually built into deeper, steadier thrusts. His hands gripped my shoulders, legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer with every push. We kept that eye contact the entire time, breaths mingling, the intensity of it turning everything sharper and more intimate than any of our rushed nights before. No hiding. No pretending. Just us, fully present in every motion and every look.

Cass stroked himself in time with my movements, his free hand on my hip guiding the rhythm. Pleasure built in steady waves until it crested hard. I thrust deep one final time as my orgasm hit, surging into him while my body tensed above his. He followed right after, his own cock pulsing between us as stripes of white painted his stomach and chest.

We stayed locked together for a long while afterward, catching our breath, bodies slick with sweat. Cass pulled me down against his chest, arms wrapping around me as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

“We’re never getting snowed in again without talking about it first,” he said, voice low and content.

I laughed softly, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “Deal.”

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