Page 44 of Snowballing

It only took four minutes, and we had him. Eli was going to let Trey go to a sleepover, even though in Eli’s words, it was ‘very late notice.’ It helped that Eli already knew Henry’s parents and had their number. Once he talked to them about the specifics, it was all set.

Henry, the host of tonight’s sleepover, was on the same hockey team as Trey. Henry also happened to be the name I heard Trey say the most.

From my previous discussions with Trey, I was ninety percent certain this boy, Henry, was the one he had a crush on. I wasn’t sure if Trey had figured his sexuality out yet, but he had plenty of time for that, and I certainly wasn’t going to push the issue. If he needed to talk to someone, he had his dad and now he had me.

There were three other boys from the team going, so I didn’t think Trey needed the talk - an orgy seemed unlikely. That kind of stuff was his dad’s sphere, anyway.

Uh, giving him the sex talk, not orgies.

Though an orgy with Eli would be a good time.

Henry’s dad, knowing it was short notice, offered to pick up Trey and the other boys. We helped him pack a bag, put together some snacks, and said goodbye at the front door.

The silence that engulfed the two of us once the door shut was almost intolerable. Neither of us had planned it, but we were alone. On New Year’s Eve.

I definitely wanted another ride on what Eli had to offer, but despite his flirtations, I wasn’t sure if he wanted to give it to me again.

“Another beer and a movie?” Eli asked.

Maybe it’s all in my head. He sounds so casual.

I headed to the couch to change the TV input. “What do you feel like watching?” I called out to him. “You want action, comedy, romance, or drama?”

“Anything but drama,” he answered, returning with my beer and a bowl of snack mix. “I’ll fall asleep.”

I kept my mouth shut. Drama was my favorite genre. He sat next to me and reached out for the remote. Our fingers brushed, and I felt a surge of heat in my groin, adding to the warmth already in my stomach. I swear he fidgeted in his seat.

I watched as he picked an action film and resigned myself to a quiet evening with a really attractive man holding a bowl of tasty snack mix.

Fifteen minutes later, with my fresh buzz, I found myself more distracted by his proximity than the explosions on the screen. To be clear, there was plenty of muscled eye candy peacocking around other dudes and not a single shirt between them. I could imagine any of them taking me in the back seat of the getaway car, or on the beach post-helicopter crash, but the only man I wanted to take me was sitting on the couch three feet away.

* * *

Mmmm. It’s so warm.

“It is, is it?”

Yeah.

I was so comfy, but didn’t hear the movie anymore. Just my own breathing. I shifted my weight, and felt a solid, warm…muscle?

I opened my eyes and saw a belt buckle.

“Hi, Sleeping Beauty.”

An eyeful of bulge was inches away from my face.

“I’d wager a guess that either you’re not a fan of action movies or two beers is close to your limit?”

I glanced up at his face - neither of us had moved since I woke up - and admitted the truth. “Both, actually.”

He smiled, looking down at me. “I wish you would’ve said something.”

“Seems like it turned out pretty good.” I raised my eyebrows and gave him a little smirk. I felt his quadriceps tense and risked another look at his crotch.

It seemed bigger.

“You just gonna stare at it the rest of the night?”