Page 6 of His for the Holidays
“Shit, man. Let’s get you back to the cabin.” Mason squatted down and hauled Adam up onto one foot. “Can you walk?”
They tried to take a few halting steps, but Adam cried out in pain as he tried to put weight on his left side. He shook his head. “Nope.”
Mason sighed. “Shit, give me a sec.”I’m going to have to carry him.He let this thought sink in for a few moments before he accepted it. “Okay, I want you to climb on my back. I’m going to carry you.”
“What about my tree?” Adam gestured to the Fir on the ground.
Mason snorted and shook his head. “Man, fuck your tree, you need to get indoors and get your ankle up.”
“Fine.” Adam didn’t sound fine. “Come here and I’ll climb on.”
There was some jostling while they got into position, but eventually Mason got Adam stable enough to stand behind him, dipped down, and hauled Drew’s little brother onto his back. Mason hooked his arms behind Adam’s knees and Adam wrapped his own arms around Mason’s shoulders.
“You okay back there?” Mason glanced over his shoulder.
“I’m, uh, great.” Adam cleared his throat. “Never better.”
With that, they trekked back to the cabin, Mason trying not to think about their bodies pressed together. He also tried not to fantasize about them doing something similar while naked. Or helping Adam care for his swollen, sore ankle. Naked.Orother swollen, sore things.Shit, stop it or you’ll be carrying him with a hard dick at the same time. Oh, God, what if he was hard right now?None of his attempts at mental redirecting helped, just led him further down the rabbit hole so he shifted Adam higher on his back and paused. “You need to talk.”
“Talk about what?”
“I don’t give a shit, just talk to me. I need something to distract me from your heavy ass on my back.”That’s a lie.
Much to Mason’s chagrin, Adam launched into Christmas carols, which he sang the entire piggyback ride back to the cabin.
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Chapter Four
Adam
Adam hadn’t had a choice. He’dhadto sing Christmas carols the entire trip back to the cabin. If he hadn’t, his mind would have zeroed in on the fact that his groin was pressed against Mason’s strong back and the fact that Mason’s muscular arms were wrapped around his legs and he would’ve gotten a hard-on.
When Mason deposited Adam on the doorstep of the cabin, Adam grimaced at the jarring of his ankle and grit his teeth. “Thanks, man. I appreciate the ride.”Ride. Oh God.Adam shook his head and tried to focus on anything else.
Mason looped Adam’s left arm over his shoulder, and Adam hobbled to the couch. Mason was considerably taller than Adam, which made crossing the few feet to the sofa tricky, but eventually he made it and eased himself onto the furniture. Mason grabbed some pillows and put them under Adam’s foot and knee.
“Here. Keep it propped up. I’ll be back in a little while.” Mason took several quick strides towards the door.
“Wait, where are you going?” Adam struggled to turn around.
Mason shrugged. “Someone’s got to get your damn tree here.”
“Oh.” Adam’s voice came out very small. “Be safe.” A gust of wind pushed its way through the room as Mason opened and closed the door. Once he was gone, Adam reclined, propping his leg on the pillows. He stared at the wood-beamed ceiling for a long time, thinking about what had just happened.
What in the world made me think I should go out in a damn blizzard alone, anyway?He replayed his steps, unsure of what had tripped him. From there, his mind wandered to his rescue, Mason appearing around the curve in the path and Adam’s shouting for help. He recalled Mason’s wind-reddened cheeks, red hair sticking out from under his stocking cap, as the guy stood over him, assessing the situation. Adam couldn’t help but let his mind jump to the next moment, when his legs were wrapped around Mason tightly.
As he remembered, his groin did, too, cock waking up in his snow pants. Adam found himself unbearably hot, and wrestled his thick coat off without incident. He stared at his legs. The snow pants were going to be significantly more difficult to remove, but he gently shimmied them off, groaning when he had to flex his foot to slide his legs out. Once he was done, he was much more comfortable, but his semi-hard dick was much more visible in his sweats.
Adam looked around the room, desperate for anything to distract him. That’s when he noticed that Mason had rearranged the furniture in the far corner. There were boxes stacked along the side wall that must have been full of decorations. Adam smiled widely. Mason had gotten the room ready for decorating, rescued his lame ass, and then had gone back to bring home the tree.
A moment later, the cabin door swung open and a burst of wind careened through the room, bringing snowflakes with it.
“I got your fucking tree.” There was crashing and scraping. Adam struggled to sit up and by the time he did, Mason had shut the door and was dragging a snow-covered tree across the room.
“Holy crap, you really did.” Adam raised his eyebrows. The tree looked much bigger indoors than it had in the field.
“Uh-huh.” Mason dragged the tree to the corner and bent down to lift it. He hauled it up and seated it into the tree stand, then ducked down and screwed it firmly into place.
