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Authors: J.L. Langley
Tags: Red Hots!, Gay-Lesbian Romance
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already looked like an idiot smiling and walking around with a stiffy. Speaking of…
He got a towel off the laundry cart beside the shower room. Setting the shampoo and shower gel down, he wrapped the towel tight around his hips. It didn’t do a whole hell of a lot to disguise his erection, but at least it didn’t look like he was flaunting it. Picking up the two bottles and a washcloth, he headed in to find the object of his interest.
Simon’s quarry stood at the very back of the shower room, in the right-hand corner.
Steam billowed around him and water ran in rivulets down his slender body. He looked ethereal. Unfortunately, a low pale blue tile wall with two bottles and a towel on top covered his lower half, but what Simon could see of the upper half lived up to his imagination. There was barely any muscle tone in those small shoulders and arms, even 50
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flexed to wash his neck like they were, but he was all man. The washcloth was held in his left hand as he scrubbed his neck and other arm. Was he left handed?
Simon moved forward, mesmerized by the suds slipping over the pale smooth back.
He strolled silently toward the shower nozzle just on the other side of the low tile wall.
The closer he got, the better the view became. The soap bubbles slid down the shallow indention of the man’s lower back and oozed over the nicest round arse Simon had ever seen. His breath caught. The kid was exquisite, with legs fairly long for his size, even if he barely reached Simon’s shoulder.
It also occurred to Simon that those slim limbs were going to be sore tomorrow.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, in fact, in places it was easy to see his ribs. As fragile looking as he was, it didn’t seem possible that he worked out on a regular basis.
Maybe Simon should offer a rubdown. The thought of his hands on that sleek body, massaging the pert little arse, had his balls drawing up. Simon had the insane longing to trace those ridges with his tongue. He was pretty sure his prick was leaking on the front of his towel, but he couldn’t feel it because of the steam. Bloody hell. He was so close he could reach out and touch. Would the milky skin feel as soft as it looked? His empty hand tightened into a fist, then relaxed.
The kid dropped his hand and leaned forward, hanging his head under the water.
Simon noticed a bandage on his left shoulder, right above his sharp shoulder blade. He was hurt?
Simon frowned and set his shampoo and shower gel down on the wall. “What happened to your shoulder?”
“Ack!” The beauty sucked in a harsh breath and spun around, his left hand, complete with soapy washcloth, slapped to his narrow chest. His ebony hair was slicked back with the water. The already big yellow eyes got bigger. He darted a glance at the towel on the wall and then at the shower room door before looking back to Simon.
Simon grinned. Damn, the man was even more beautiful up close. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
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A hank of black hair slid down over his forehead as he bobbed his head, and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. His washcloth hand inched toward his groin and his other arm came across his chest. It was adorable, like he was trying to hide himself.
Simon couldn’t help himself. His gaze followed the rag, down the trail of dark hair, past the bony hipbones, over the dark curls, to the thick limp cock, before the white sudsy washcloth covered most of the black hair at his groin and the nice prick. The man shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Simon was willing to bet his cock was fairly long when erect. Raising his gaze, he smiled. “What happened to your shoulder?”
“Um…” Reaching back with his right hand, the man touched the spot then crossed it over his chest again. He dropped his hand further to cover his middle. It was like he didn’t know what to do with his hand. Finally,
He got a towel off the laundry cart beside the shower room. Setting the shampoo and shower gel down, he wrapped the towel tight around his hips. It didn’t do a whole hell of a lot to disguise his erection, but at least it didn’t look like he was flaunting it. Picking up the two bottles and a washcloth, he headed in to find the object of his interest.
Simon’s quarry stood at the very back of the shower room, in the right-hand corner.
Steam billowed around him and water ran in rivulets down his slender body. He looked ethereal. Unfortunately, a low pale blue tile wall with two bottles and a towel on top covered his lower half, but what Simon could see of the upper half lived up to his imagination. There was barely any muscle tone in those small shoulders and arms, even 50
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The Englor Affair
flexed to wash his neck like they were, but he was all man. The washcloth was held in his left hand as he scrubbed his neck and other arm. Was he left handed?
Simon moved forward, mesmerized by the suds slipping over the pale smooth back.
He strolled silently toward the shower nozzle just on the other side of the low tile wall.
The closer he got, the better the view became. The soap bubbles slid down the shallow indention of the man’s lower back and oozed over the nicest round arse Simon had ever seen. His breath caught. The kid was exquisite, with legs fairly long for his size, even if he barely reached Simon’s shoulder.
It also occurred to Simon that those slim limbs were going to be sore tomorrow.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, in fact, in places it was easy to see his ribs. As fragile looking as he was, it didn’t seem possible that he worked out on a regular basis.
Maybe Simon should offer a rubdown. The thought of his hands on that sleek body, massaging the pert little arse, had his balls drawing up. Simon had the insane longing to trace those ridges with his tongue. He was pretty sure his prick was leaking on the front of his towel, but he couldn’t feel it because of the steam. Bloody hell. He was so close he could reach out and touch. Would the milky skin feel as soft as it looked? His empty hand tightened into a fist, then relaxed.
The kid dropped his hand and leaned forward, hanging his head under the water.
Simon noticed a bandage on his left shoulder, right above his sharp shoulder blade. He was hurt?
Simon frowned and set his shampoo and shower gel down on the wall. “What happened to your shoulder?”
“Ack!” The beauty sucked in a harsh breath and spun around, his left hand, complete with soapy washcloth, slapped to his narrow chest. His ebony hair was slicked back with the water. The already big yellow eyes got bigger. He darted a glance at the towel on the wall and then at the shower room door before looking back to Simon.
Simon grinned. Damn, the man was even more beautiful up close. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
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A hank of black hair slid down over his forehead as he bobbed his head, and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. His washcloth hand inched toward his groin and his other arm came across his chest. It was adorable, like he was trying to hide himself.
Simon couldn’t help himself. His gaze followed the rag, down the trail of dark hair, past the bony hipbones, over the dark curls, to the thick limp cock, before the white sudsy washcloth covered most of the black hair at his groin and the nice prick. The man shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Simon was willing to bet his cock was fairly long when erect. Raising his gaze, he smiled. “What happened to your shoulder?”
“Um…” Reaching back with his right hand, the man touched the spot then crossed it over his chest again. He dropped his hand further to cover his middle. It was like he didn’t know what to do with his hand. Finally,
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