Snowed In for the Holidays
A secluded cabin. A crackling fire. And one winter storm that changes everything.
Lucas thought a quiet holiday getaway would be simple—a few days tucked away in his parents’ remote cabin with his boyfriend, Sam, and his longtime, straight best friend, Daniel.
Snowshoeing through fresh powder, board games by lamplight, rum-laced eggnog, and the kind of laughter that only comes when the world feels far away.
But as the snow piles higher and the nights grow longer, the lines Lucas thought were unbreakable begin to blur.
Daniel and Sam click instantly, their easy chemistry impossible to ignore. When the fire burns low, and the cabin fills with warmth, an unexpected spark ignites—one that leaves Lucas both nervous and exhilarated. What begins as curiosity deepens, and over four snowbound days, the three men discover a connection none of them anticipated.
Lucas is shocked by how naturally Daniel embraces everything they share—and by how much joy Lucas finds in watching the two people he loves most find each other.
When the storm finally clears, Sam asks a question that will change all their lives: what if this wasn’t just a holiday escape?
Snowed In for the Holidays is a steamy, tender MM(M) erotic romance about surprise desire, chosen family, and finding love where you least expect it—just in time for the season of miracles. ❄️🔥
My parents’ cabin was the perfect place to unwind after the amount of crap I’d been putting up with at work. I needed to relax in front of a roaring fire, with a book to entertain me as light snow fell outside. It was a perfect snowy day—fresh powder and a sunny, bright blue sky.
My boyfriend, Sam, and my best friend, Daniel, had gone out snowshoeing over two hours ago. I was enjoying the solitude with my mystery novel and rum-overloaded, holiday eggnog. They’d formulated a plan to cross the frozen lake and head into the hills, toward a waterfall.
I’d given it a hard pass. Snow was pretty to look at, but I didn’t need to go out into it. It had been a relief that my boyfriend and my best friend were getting along.
Yesterday, on the drive up, was the first time they’d ever met. I had moved away from my childhood town into the big city, where I met Sam. I hadn’t been sure I was gay until I met him.
Coming home and telling Daniel about my homosexuality and my boyfriend had taken every bit of courage I could muster. He’d taken it well, considering he was straighter than straight.
It had been Daniel’s idea to spend a few days up in my parents’ cabin in the remote woods. To enjoy the outdoors, play a few board games, drink some holiday cheer, and generally chill before partaking in my parents’ over-the-top Christmas celebrations.
After a few days here, we would head to my parents’ for Christmas dinner. Daniel had lost his parents years ago, and Sam’s weren’t speaking to him. My mom and dad had embraced the idea of the three of us spending the holidays with them. They loved both Sam and Daniel.
I wasn’t used to being up here in the winter. My family typically used this cabin in the summer, but it had a large fireplace that I was now enjoying. In preparation for our trip, I had ordered some firewood to be delivered to the front porch. We had more than enough.
My throat and belly warmed as I took a sip of my latest rum and eggnog. I started drinking early in the afternoon after reminding myself that I was on holiday.
The book I was reading continued to hold my interest, for the most part, but I kept peering out the front window toward where my adventurers had gone. I was happy they were spending time together. They were the two most important people in my life after my family.
I was fully involved in the story of a private island cut off from civilization, where eight friends had been gathered with no way to reach the mainland—and one of them ends up dead.
I heard them before I saw them. The sound of laughter and cajoling announced that Sam and Daniel were back safe and sound. They stomped snow off their boots on the front porch before opening the door and letting a gust of icy air into my warm, cozy space.
“Hurry. Close the door.” I pulled a fuzzy blanket up further on my legs to protect them from the cold. The guys were quick to dump their boots, coats, and snow pants to leave puddles of water on the wood floors by the door. “Can you hang that stuff up?”
“Yes, Mom,” Daniel replied, but did as I asked. He and Sam wandered over to the fireplace wearing sweatshirts, long underwear, and socks. I tucked my feet up so they could sit on the couch.
“Did you get to the waterfall?”
Sam held up his hands to absorb the fireplace’s warmth. “It was spectacular. Parts of it were frozen. The water was running down long, thick icicles into a small, partially iced-over pool.”
“No mishaps?”
“The snow was pretty deep in places as we worked our way up the mountain,” Daniel answered. “Almost turned back a couple of times, but your boyfriend is stubborn.”
I chuckled and stroked Sam’s arm. “Don’t I know it. He puts up with me for some reason.”
Sam leaned over and kissed me. “That’s because I love you.”
I held his face and sealed a long, drawn-out kiss onto his lips. “Love you, too.”
“Okay … and with that nauseating display,” Daniel said, “I’m off to get some eggnog.”
Sam popped up off the couch. “Me too.” I watched my boyfriend’s ass as he followed Daniel into the kitchen. Three drinks in, and I was eager to get my face buried in there.
Eating Sam’s ass was one of my favorite things to do of all time. Not just sex, but everything in life. The smell and taste of his musk drove me wild for him.
Goddammit.
I adjusted my unwanted boner and pulled the blanket higher to hide my stiff dick as the guys came back to the fireplace, the pitcher of spiked eggnog with them.
They soon caught up with my consumption level, and the three of us chatted away about absolutely nothing. It felt good being here with both of them.
Daniel left the couch to sit on the carpet, closer to the flames. He turned and looked out the window. “It’s really starting to come down. The sky has totally turned white.”
I looked at my phone to check the weather forecast, but the cell service was too patchy, and the cabin didn’t have Wi-Fi. My parents had wanted a secluded summer place with no neighbors for miles. They had certainly accomplished that.
As a kid, I wanted there to be other kids nearby so I could make friends, since I was an only child. The best my parents could offer was summer youth activity programs at the community center, almost an hour away in the village.
I had to admit, as an adult, it was peaceful out here.
“Let’s play a game of Monopoly,” Sam suggested and made his way over to the shelving units to grab the box, stretching to the top shelf. Again, with his ass. Two muscular mounds of pure joy.
I cleared my throat.
Daniel turned and looked at me. “Do you not want to play?”
I closed my book and smiled at him. “I’m game for a game.”
“Should be interesting drunk.” Sam put the game on the dining table, then lifted the pitcher and went to the kitchen to make more rum and eggnog to keep us fueled up.
Daniel and I sat across from each other. He went to work and set everything up. I huffed out a quiet laugh. Seems he appointed himself as the banker. I didn’t care. Neither would Sam.
A refilled pitcher in hand, Sam topped up our glasses and sat between Daniel and me. With Daniel as banker and Sam as bartender, I was ready to play.
Sam and I didn’t play many board games at home, but sitting here with a roaring fire and what was starting to look like a blizzard outside felt very much like the time to partake in one.
Hours later, we were wrapping up, the pitcher was empty, and I was feeling good. Almost too good. We retreated to the fire, and my need for connection with Sam overshadowed any decorum.
I straddled my boyfriend on the couch and kissed him.
Daniel was sitting on the carpet, but he was ignoring the make-out session happening between Sam and me. At least I thought he was. I wasn’t paying much attention to him.
When Sam pushed me over and layered himself on me, kissing me, his hands all over me, Daniel moaned the words, “Oh … fuck.”
I placed my hand on Sam’s face, stopping him, and looked over at Daniel. He had his hand on the front of his long underwear … where they were tented.
We were turning him on.
Sam whispered, “Jeezus.” He’d caught sight of Daniel, too.
“I’m sorry, guys ….” Daniel stood, further displaying his hard cock. He put his hand over it, attempting to flatten it to his body. “I didn’t mean to … I’ll leave you alone.”
Sam pulled away from me. “No, wait.”
Daniel’s gaze tracked between my eyes and Sam’s. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing in Daniel’s expression, but Sam had some idea because he started kissing me again.
I sensed when Daniel sat back down on the carpet.
Sam gripped my hair and my side and thrust his hips up and back. There was barely any material between us. With me in my sweatpants commando and Sam in long underwear, our hardened cocks were in full play mode. I groaned and tipped my hips up to meet him.
Halting our frottage session, Sam gasped against my lips, then turned his attention to Daniel. I looked, too. My best friend had his hand down inside his long underwear, stroking.
“Need any help with that?” Sam offered.
I hummed and caressed his back. Not sure if it was because I was drunk or not, but Sam’s offer to assist Daniel made my dick harder. Seeing my boyfriend with my best friend … my straight best friend, seemed like an awesome thing to have happen.
“I …,” Daniel stammered. “I don’t know.”
“Mm … okay.” Sam kneeled between my legs and stripped off his sweatshirt, exposing his dark, lickable skin. He was the color of milk chocolate that I could spend an eternity eating.
I didn’t object when he yanked off my shirt and sweats, leaving me naked on the couch with only my socks. As I watched Daniel’s rapidly changing expression, I clung to Sam’s head as he shifted down the couch and took my dick into his mouth, sucking and moaning.
Daniel couldn’t stay focused on my face.
He was fixated on Sam, and his hand was yanking on his cock hard and fast. Sam sipped my dick to the tip, released it, and again, turned his attention to Daniel.
“It’s not gay to want your cock sucked,” Sam said to him.
“Ah … um … how … who?”
“Well, it won’t be Lucas.” Sam tipped his head. “Unless that’s what you want.” He looked at me, and I shrugged, prepared to do whatever Sam wanted me to do. I was so lusted up, I could barely think. My inhibitions had certainly gone out the window.
Sam climbed off me, kneeled on the carpet in front of Daniel, and placed his hand on Daniel’s wrist just below the band of his long underwear. “Let me take over.”
I had to see this. I rolled onto my side and grasped my dick, cradling and rubbing it as Daniel made up his mind. He withdrew his hand and sucked in a breath as Sam encased his cock.
My boyfriend only pumped it a few times before lying on his stomach, taking the band of Daniel’s long underwear, and securing it behind his balls.
Placing my best friend’s junk on full glorious display.
I’d be a liar if I said I’d never wondered what it looked like—his dick and balls. He’d always been shy after gym class in high school, preferring not to shower at school with the rest of us. Instead sitting in his sweat and body odor until he could get home to wash.
The effect on my body from the scent of him, all sweaty, was the first time I realized I might be into guys—grade nine, to be precise. Fifteen years later, salty-tasting skin still drove me crazy.
Daniel leaned back, supported by both arms, not sure what to do with himself when Sam licked and kissed his dick, teasing him. My cock pulsed, aching as I watched my lover’s mouth.
I whined when Sam sucked Daniel’s dick deep into his throat. I loved seeing the contrast in their skin color, Daniel’s beyond white, juxtaposed with my boyfriend as he slurped and jacked and moaned. Daniel closed his eyes, riding the high, and likely picturing that it was a woman sucking him off. Then he surprised me by focusing on Sam’s bobbing head, his eyes wide.
Even more surprised when he put his hand on Sam’s head, guiding him.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered and sat up. Daniel looked over at me and sighed, mouth open. Damn, the lust and hunger looked good on him. The entire picture was magical.
I hadn’t realized how much I would love seeing a big cock down my boyfriend’s throat—to hear him groaning and slurping. I trembled when Sam choked and coughed and pulled away.
He looked over at me, his lips wet from saliva, grinning.