Page 13 of A DIY Christmas Miracle
“Don’t you dare to get out of the car.” Will laughed, grabbing his phone from the compartment in the center console. “Everything’s so pristine and incredibly beautiful… we’ll destroy it if we get out.”
“You’re right. But we can’t stay in the truck for two days, so let’s take a couple of photos first to make the others jealous and capture the beauty of the moment.”
“What do you think I grabbed this for?” Will asked with a snort, waving his phone at me.
Instead of answering, I pulled my own phone out, opened the door, and slid out of the warm interior of Will’s pickup.
Icy cold hit my face, stealing my breath away. Snowflakes landed on my skin, slowly melting into little water droplets while the wind penetrated my long-sleeved shirt, giving me goosebumps and making me shiver. I quickly snapped a few pictures before trudging through the snow that immediately started clinging to my jeans, soaking through them.
This winter wonderland might look wow, but it definitely didn’tfeelwow.
This was the weather that turned you into a popsicle within minutes with wind that found a way through even the warmest of jackets just to torment you. Which was exactly why I preferred to enjoy snow when there was at least a window separating me from it.
Fuck.
I really should’ve put on my jacket, but nooo, I’d had to try to impress Will with my beautiful shirt. Well, now it was too late, as the shirt was soaked, anyway.
Sighing, I opened the rear door and dragged my travel bag out of the footwell. Unfortunately, Will didn’t have eyes for me. Instead, he was enthusiastically snapping pictures of this winter wonderland and didn’t seem to be affected by the temperatures at all. Hell, he was even kneeling down in the snow!
I slung the second bag over my shoulder and shifted my weight to pick up a box of Christmas decorations. My knee throbbed in protest, but I didn’t care. The quicker I got the stuff out of the car, the quicker I could get it into the cabin, get back out, grab the rest, get into the cabin again, and stay there for good. Well, for a couple of days, anyway.
I’d light a fire in the fireplace, put on dry, warm clothes, and enjoy the beautiful scenery the way I liked it: from a safe distance.
I no longer cared about taking pictures. I just wanted to get inside–even if I didn’t hold out much hope that it’d be much warmer inside than out here. But it would be dry.
I started trudging-slash-hobbling through the snow, slowly making my way towards the cabin. My calves already felt frozen, and my jeans were soaked and heavy, encrusted with a thick layer of snow.
“Wait!” Will called out. “I’ll help you carry the stuff.”
He got up from where he’d been kneeling in the snow, tucked his phone into his pocket, and ran over to me like it wasn’t nearly as exhausting for him to trudge through the snow as it was for me, then made a move to take the box of Christmas decoration out of my hands.
“I’m fine,” I said with a wry grin. My knee said otherwise, but the box of tinsel and garland wasn’t really making a difference. My knee would hurt, anyway.
“Let me at least open the door for you. Do you have the key?”
I swallowed, my cheeks heating despite the cold. “Yeah… uhm… it’s in the pocket of my jeans.”
I should’ve just let him take the box from me, after all.
“Oh.” Will’s cheeks colored. “Which pocket?”
“Front right, but…”
He wouldn’t just… would he?
He would.
“May I?” he asked, hand already on its way to my jeans. If my mouth hadn’t been as dry as a desert, I’d have protested and declined. If I hadn’t been frozen in shock, or, you know, from the cold, I’d have shaken my head and dismissed this whole thing with a joke.
Instead, I stood there, frozen like an ice sculpture, watching Will’s hand slide into my way-too-tight jeans while desperately trying not to get an erection. Which actually wasn’t that hard since that part of my anatomy was trying to escape the cold by retreating back into my body. Still, my cock made a valiant effort to at least twitch at the feeling of Will’s hand caressing my inner thigh while trying to grab the key.
Time seemed to stand still. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds until Will found the key, but it felt like hours. His warm fingers slid deeper and deeper into the pocket, stroking my thigh and almost,almost,brushing against my cock through the thin fabric of my jeans until they finally, and far too slowly, closed around the key.
Blood was pumping through my veins at high speed as Will slowly withdrew his hand with a final, excruciating caress to my thigh and pulled out the key.
Relieved, I let out the breath I’d inadvertently been holding, sincerely hoping Will wasn’t paying attention to the fact there was a small bulge growing in my pants, temperatures be damned. I’d probably need to shove a fistful of snow into my pants to get rid of my half-chub, literally.
“Are you coming?”
