The one issue with having hot friends is that they're hot. My friend, James, is HOT. James and I have known each other for a few years and I've had a huge crush on him the entire time, it just took a snowstorm for me to figure out that he liked me back.
"So... looks like we're snowed in," James said, "I guess you're staying for the night."
"Oh, okay that sounds alright," I said, trying to be cool. "If that's alright with you of course!"
"Of course it's cool," James said. "There's literally no other option. Unless you wanna go sleep with the old man next door." I blushed at my own stupidity and his suggestive wording.
"I'm gonna go shower." James said, "The TV remote is there, help yourself to anything in the fridge. Knock if you need anything." I nodded and flicked on the TV to the Hallmark channel. "This should be fun," I thought. I grabbed some snacks from the pantry and brought them over to the couch, plopping myself down on the soft, leather couch. That was the reason I was there in the first place. My friends and I have a holiday tradition of watching and making fun of shitty Hallmark movies. This year, however, the rest of them had actually heeded the warning about the snow. I was the only one there.
I heard the water squeak off. James stepped out of the bathroom clad in just a towel. He was fucking gorgeous. Water droplets clung to his frame as he walked out. I watched intently as one slid from his shoulder, down his chest, and trailed down his six pack. I watched it with jealousy as it rolled further down and disappeared under his towel. I shook myself and forced my eyes back to screen but the damage was done. Instant tent. I threw a blanket over myself to hide my erection and James went into the bedroom to get dressed.
