Page 84 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

>>Jesse: I think I’d have to learn what it’s like to take care of a dog before I went for a goat.

>>Mason: We used to have a dog named Sniffy. He loved roaming around the ranch.

>>Jesse: You could definitely build up your own little menagerie.

>>Mason: That’s the dream.

It was the best part of my night, just sitting there texting Mason about anything and nothing.

Throughout the next ten days, we had plenty of little exchanges that always left me wanting more. Even classes and hockey practices felt more boring, knowing Mason wasn’t in the state right now. I couldn’t explain that, but I felt it.

I was getting a little frustrated with how much I wasfeeling, lately.

A day before he got back, I got bored and desperate. I was in my room, sitting at my desk chair and trying to study.

I leaned back in my chair and snapped a photo, then sent him the picture of my bulge underneath my pair of grey sweatpants.

>>Jesse: Want it?

Instead of a text reply, I was surprised when I got a phone call from him a minute later.

“So mad at you,” he said.

“Actually mad, or like, hard in your pants mad?”

I heard the wind blowing on his end of the call. “Like I just stepped out of the hotel to call you because… yes, I got a little hard and Mary doesn’t need to see that in the hotel room.”

I hummed, shifting the phone to my other ear. “Hell yes.”

“I’m ready to be home.”

“Well, I’m ready to see you again.”

I heard the wind blow again. “That’s part of what I wanted to talk about,” Mason said.

“Oh no,” I groaned, swiveling in my desk chair. “Why does that sound so ominous?”

He sighed. “Jesse, I still don’t have any answers for what we should… do.”

I hummed. “I say we start with a kiss. Then maybe I’ll grab your wrists, pin you up against a wall, and drop down to blow you—”

“Jesse, for God’s sake, quit making me hard. That’s not what I meant.”

I pulled in a breath, palming my own cock. “Fine. What’s up?”

“I don’t know what to do about…us. And all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing any of what we’re doing.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “Well, I don’t really have any answers, either. Other than saying screw it, and taking whatever wrath my brother might give us.”

“Yeah. And potentially ruining the relationship you just re-forged with your brother?”

“Nah. That doesn’t sound very good to me, either.”

“So we don’t have answers,” Mason said. “But… I really did want to sleep over at your place that night.”

“I really wanted it, too.”

“And I would have done it, if—”

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