How sad is that.
I let the thoughts rattle around in my head as I drift off, and I wonder if he’ll ever touch me again.
Chapter Sixteen
Nick
It’s been three days since we made out and came all over my brand-new couch. He left in the morning before I woke up, and he’s avoided talking to me since.
I know he comes in early to work out before we open, so I skip my shower and try to get in before him, only to find that all of the lights are on, meaning he’s beaten me here again. He’s not in the main area, so I head into the locker room and hear the water going.
I take off my leg, undress, and grab my shower brace. I’m not going to force an interaction, but I’m not going to let him keep avoiding my presence. I walk into the shower area, then grunt a greeting in his direction and head to the opposite side, giving him privacy and me a chance to chill the fuck out. Unfortunately, all it takes is one glance at that tight little body of his and the way he’s leaning forward into his forearm against the wall for me to begin imagining all sorts of positions. Thankfully, I’m a grown-up. Or so they tell me.
I flip on the faucet in front of me, and “Oh, shit!” filters through the sound of pounding water. I’ve already got a situation up front, so I pivot my head to look behind me. “You okay, Elijah?”
His gorgeous eyes blink away water. “You just scared theshitout of me.”
“Sorry, dude. I said good morning, but mighta been too mumbly for ya.”
“What are you doing here?” he asks, casting his eyes to the floor.
I smile and lean into his discomfort. “I own this place. I shower wherever I want to.”
“Fair point.” He smirks, but his eyes are still a bit… shy. I realize as I’m standing there that he’d not really gotten a good look at me without my prosthetic. Last time I had it off around him we’d been… distracted. He bites his lip and wonders out loud, “You don’t need your prosthetic to take a shower. I guess I assumed you needed both.”
I show him my forearm crutch and explain. “As you saw, I have pretty good balance, and I didn’t want to bother with switching to a showerproof prosthetic multiple times a day. But my doctor insists that I at least carry a cane or crutch if I’m not wearing the prosthetic, because falling sucks and can be dangerous.”
His adorable giggle-snort fills the echoey shower. “Yeah, wouldn’t want you falling on that hot ass of yours. You could slip and accidentally shove the stick too far up there.”
I sigh, mildly relieved. At least his sense of humor is back, and I can’t help but laugh. “What is it with you and my ass? I promise you this, if someone actually tried to shove a stick up my ass, I’d lay them out flat. Nothing and no one goes up there.”This is not exactly true, but that’s a private matter.
In a mocking voice he replies, “I’m a top!”
Temporarily forgetting that I’m sporting a semi, I turn around. “Are you quotingWatts the Safewordto me?”
He turns around, and I lock eyes with him, willing my gaze to stay exactly where it is. A bit of a flush colors his cheekbones, and he replies, “You know aboutWatts the Safeword? Wait, back up. You know about YouTube?”
I flip him the finger. “Yes, I know what YouTube is. And yeah, I know WTS. The puppy-daddy thing isn’t really my scene, but they’re both sexy as hell.”
He gulps and my eyes track his Adam’s apple. This is a tactical mistake because then I drift down past his colorful artwork, past his flat abs, and down to the dark thatch of hair… and that beautiful cock of his. His eyes grow comically wide as he follows my line of sight.
Fuck it.
I grab my crutch and hop-walk over to him, standing over him as his shower beats down on us. He gulps, looking up at me.“Er, you’re in my personal space.”
I lean in, letting my lips graze the corner of his jaw. “You mind? I’ll back off if you want me to.”
He inhales sharply, his skin flushing as he brings his eyes to mine, shifting so that our lips are nearly touching… and shakes his head.
With permission granted, I crash my lips down onto his and pull his wet body to mine. He groans with want, and some of the confusion of the last three days falls away. He’s definitely interested, I just need to find out what’s holding him back. Leaving that problem for another day, I let my hands slide down his ribs and over his cute ass, squeezing it before moving my hand to the front. I grasp my now-hard junk and whisper into his ear, “You all right with this?”
He lifts up onto his toes, searching for more contact. I stroke him up and down, his semi becoming a full-fledged hard-on. My breathing is getting ragged, and I know he’s close. With that, timid fingers reach out and wrap themselves around my dick.
“That’s nice, baby,” I rumble into his ear. He tightens his grip, his fingers now feeling more sure as he shuttles his hand up and down my length, twisting a little right under the thick head of my cock, just like I like it. Groaning, I knock his hand away and take both of us in my larger grip. Reaching over, I grab his shampoo, pour a little bit of it onto both of us, and make a note to stock my locker with silicone lube and condoms, stat.
He pants as I stroke us both, the sound of his breathing sending a bolt of electricity through me. Shit, people will be here any moment. I speed up and tighten my grip, and he falls against me, unable to stand under his own power. His breath sounds pitch up as his body stiffens, and I feel his dick pulsing in my hand. Fuck, that’s all she wrote. I use his cum as lube and take his mouth again as I hammer my cock, hard and fast. I paint his abs with my cum, and we lean against each other, water pouring down on us, our heaving breaths slowing down to a steady rhythm.
I gather myself as quickly as I can, then grab my crutch. “Good stress reliever, kid,” I say, using the nickname I know he hates as I walk away and dry myself off.
