Page 1 of His for the Holidays
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Chapter One
Adam
Adam jostled the strap of the brown leather messenger bag hanging off his shoulder, breath catching in his throat as he spotted a tall, muscular man standing a few dozen feet away in the crowded, noisy airport. The guy washot, even from behind. His long-sleeved gray shirt clung to his built frame and Adam’s mind immediately raced to what someone with a body like that looked like under the clothes.
The man shifted from side to side and Adam let his gaze travel from the man’s shoulders and arms down to his ass. It was firm, perky, and round, and it made Adam’s cock twitch. He imagined sliding his hard dick between the cheeks, the man clenching, until Adam came all over his back.
He was tall, too, easily over Adam’s not-quite-six feet. Probably closer to six foot five. Adam’s gaze roved back up to the man’s shoulders as he bent to lift a black duffel bag off the conveyor belt full of luggage. The way his muscles bunched and pulled at the gray shirt just made Adam’s mouth water.
When the man turned, his gaze searching the crowd, Adam’s stomach roiled and his jaw dropped, mouth falling open.Oh,shit. The man’s gaze locked onto Adam, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. He waved and strode towards Adam.
Mason.
Adam’s face heated. “Hey, Mason. Didn’t recognize you at first.” Adam rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and cleared his throat.
“Hey, little guy.” Mason tossed his wavy ginger hair to the side with a grin.
Adam winced.I’m not that much smaller than him. Hemaybehas six inches on me.At the thought of six inches and Mason, Adam’s heart pounded a little harder.
Mason had also called Adam “little guy” since he was a kid and Mason had been Adam’s brother’s best friend.
“You, uh, ready to head to the cabin?” Adam picked up the blue carry on bag at his feet and tilted his head towards the parking lot. “The rental car should be ready by now.”
Mason nodded. “Where’s Drew? And your folks?”
Adam shrugged. “Drew flew to my parents’ house a few days ago, when his vacation started, but with the storm bearing down on us, it looks like my family’s flight isn’t going to make it today. I rented a car for us, but they’ll have to get another one once they get here.” They headed for the rental car kiosk, Adam eyeing the slow-moving line dubiously.
Mason hauled the strap of his black duffel over his body effortlessly, the fabric of his v-neck pulling and revealing his collarbone. Adam licked his bottom lip, then shook his head.I can’t believe even his collarbone is getting me hot. I’ve got to let this crush go. I mean, sure, I’ve had feelings for him since middle school, but now that we’re adults, it’s time to move on.
They stepped into the line for car rental and Mason coughed. “How are you liking school in Seattle?” He raked a hand throughhis reddish hair and turned his gaze on Adam. His eyes burned bright amber.
Adam’s jaw twitched, but he cleared his throat and shrugged. Grateful for the opportunity to think of something other than the longstanding flame he’d been burning for Mason, Adam nodded. “It’s not bad. I joined the Queer Student Alliance and I’ve made some friends through the organization.”
“Figured out a major yet?”
He shook his head. “Not yet.”
Mason laughed once, deep and rich. “Don’t worry, little guy. You’re only a freshman. You’ve got time. Just don’t do what I did and change your major during your junior year. Now here I am, a senior at Cali sitting in classes with sophomores, trying to cram in as many credits as humanly possible to graduate on time.”
“Could be worse,” Adam said. “You could be changing your majornow.” Their turn came, and Adam sighed, grateful that the line had moved quickly. “Hi, we made a reservation.”
“ID please,” the bored looking rental agent said. Her name tag read “Brittany” and she offered them a forced smile.
He turned to Mason. “They’re going to want your ID. They rent to people under twenty five, thank God, but it has to be in your name because you’re twenty one.”
Mason nodded and pulled out his driver’s license, handling the transaction quickly.
“You’re lucky.” Brittany pulled out a sheath of papers to sign. “This is our last four-wheel drive, and the weather is just getting worse.”
After what felt like an eternity, they were on their way. Adam yawned, already tired after a long day of travel, and thanked the rental agent. They hauled their bags out into the frigid air and loaded them into the hatch of a shiny black station wagon.
“Thishas four-wheel drive?” Mason asked, skepticism heavy in his voice.
“This is a great car,” Adam said, patting the roof. “I picked it because it’s rated really well for snowy roads.”
Mason raised an eyebrow. “Sure.” He pulled out the keys and began to offer them to Adam, then shook his head. “On second thought,I’mdriving.”
