Tenderness welled from the pit of Cade’s stomach. He remembered too well the gut-cramping nerves before his first male encounter. In a split second, he decided to play it cool, keep it physical, not make this harder than it was. A swallowed snort burned his throat. If things got any harder, he was going to bust his zipper wide open.
With a contrived casualness, he stepped on the toe of his damp sock and pulled his foot free, first the left, then the right. Dark chocolate eyes fell to his hands when he unsnapped his jeans. The soft pop was a silenced revolver starting the action. Grant’s shuddered breath rang loud in the still air.
“Grant, relax. It’s a shower. Nothing happens you aren’t ready for.” Cade crossed to stand in front of the toilet. Making his bladder release took concentration. His cock ached with the firm weight of an oak four-by-four. But the natural action was non-threatening, non-aggressive and served as filler for the shedding of clothes. Before he flushed, he heard the soft rustle of cotton behind him.
Grant’s blue T-shirt lay crumpled in the sink. In the mirror, his skin gleamed like polished bronze, and Cade’s fingers twitched to run through the dark hair swirled in the center of his chest. His worn jeans hugged every curve and highlighted the cut of each muscle along his back. Cade jerked his attention away and opened the linen closet beside the toilet.
“We’re going to make more laundry. Viv’s going pass a brick,” he joked.
Grant grinned. “I think we can distract her from dirty towels if we put our minds to it.”
Cade leaned into the shower and snapped the water to hot, taking too much time to adjust the temperature. Without looking over his shoulder, he shed his jeans and underwear, then stepped inside the tiled double-wide stall.
He’d kidded Grant about the shower, calling it a hedonistic extravagance when he’d designed the damn thing with wall-to-wall dark gray slate and dual overhead cascading heads. He tilted his head back and let the water flow over him. The torrents that rained down were like erotic fingerless caresses. After grabbing a bottle of shampoo off the ledge, he soaped his hair, wondering if Grant was going to join him or if he’d changed his mind. The hand that slid up his back tightened his stomach.
“This okay?” Grant murmured, stroking his shoulders and spine. The strong fragrance of soap filled the enclosure, and slick fingers glided across his skin.
“Yeah.” His voice cracked like a prepubescent boy.
It was more than okay. It was a feast of sensations—of soft soap, hard hands and hot water. Hotter anticipation roiled through him. Ten seconds ago, he’d thought the shower was huge. Now it seemed too small, pressing Grant closer behind him. He gritted his teeth, refusing to turn around and hold Grant against that slate wall, sucking every inch of his body.
Slow. Slow. Slow.
Filling some weird looking sponge-thing with the creamy liquid soap, Cade tried to concentrate on washing, on letting Grant get used to being nude this close to him. His erection ached with need, and he couldn’t resist a few lathered pulls along his shaft but wished it was Grant’s hand, not his own. Strong fingers massaged with confident soapy strokes but never moved from his nape, shoulders and upper arms. Cade wanted those hands all over but fought the need.
Until Grant stepped closer.
The unintentional nudge of his hard cock into Cade’s hip obliterated his control. He quickly rinsed the suds from his hair then turned and tugged Grant into a blistering kiss. Grant eagerly responded, diving his tongue deep and humming in want. The rich sound bounced off the wet walls, channeling lust straight into Cade’s belly. Trapped between them, their cocks rubbed and slid in sensual friction. Grant stilled with a gasp.
He pulled from the kiss, letting his gaze drift down. Cade could appreciate the sight. Grant’s broad cockhead was darker next to his but no less
With a contrived casualness, he stepped on the toe of his damp sock and pulled his foot free, first the left, then the right. Dark chocolate eyes fell to his hands when he unsnapped his jeans. The soft pop was a silenced revolver starting the action. Grant’s shuddered breath rang loud in the still air.
“Grant, relax. It’s a shower. Nothing happens you aren’t ready for.” Cade crossed to stand in front of the toilet. Making his bladder release took concentration. His cock ached with the firm weight of an oak four-by-four. But the natural action was non-threatening, non-aggressive and served as filler for the shedding of clothes. Before he flushed, he heard the soft rustle of cotton behind him.
Grant’s blue T-shirt lay crumpled in the sink. In the mirror, his skin gleamed like polished bronze, and Cade’s fingers twitched to run through the dark hair swirled in the center of his chest. His worn jeans hugged every curve and highlighted the cut of each muscle along his back. Cade jerked his attention away and opened the linen closet beside the toilet.
“We’re going to make more laundry. Viv’s going pass a brick,” he joked.
Grant grinned. “I think we can distract her from dirty towels if we put our minds to it.”
Cade leaned into the shower and snapped the water to hot, taking too much time to adjust the temperature. Without looking over his shoulder, he shed his jeans and underwear, then stepped inside the tiled double-wide stall.
He’d kidded Grant about the shower, calling it a hedonistic extravagance when he’d designed the damn thing with wall-to-wall dark gray slate and dual overhead cascading heads. He tilted his head back and let the water flow over him. The torrents that rained down were like erotic fingerless caresses. After grabbing a bottle of shampoo off the ledge, he soaped his hair, wondering if Grant was going to join him or if he’d changed his mind. The hand that slid up his back tightened his stomach.
“This okay?” Grant murmured, stroking his shoulders and spine. The strong fragrance of soap filled the enclosure, and slick fingers glided across his skin.
“Yeah.” His voice cracked like a prepubescent boy.
It was more than okay. It was a feast of sensations—of soft soap, hard hands and hot water. Hotter anticipation roiled through him. Ten seconds ago, he’d thought the shower was huge. Now it seemed too small, pressing Grant closer behind him. He gritted his teeth, refusing to turn around and hold Grant against that slate wall, sucking every inch of his body.
Slow. Slow. Slow.
Filling some weird looking sponge-thing with the creamy liquid soap, Cade tried to concentrate on washing, on letting Grant get used to being nude this close to him. His erection ached with need, and he couldn’t resist a few lathered pulls along his shaft but wished it was Grant’s hand, not his own. Strong fingers massaged with confident soapy strokes but never moved from his nape, shoulders and upper arms. Cade wanted those hands all over but fought the need.
Until Grant stepped closer.
The unintentional nudge of his hard cock into Cade’s hip obliterated his control. He quickly rinsed the suds from his hair then turned and tugged Grant into a blistering kiss. Grant eagerly responded, diving his tongue deep and humming in want. The rich sound bounced off the wet walls, channeling lust straight into Cade’s belly. Trapped between them, their cocks rubbed and slid in sensual friction. Grant stilled with a gasp.
He pulled from the kiss, letting his gaze drift down. Cade could appreciate the sight. Grant’s broad cockhead was darker next to his but no less
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