Xander kissed the crook of my neck and then buried his face there.
“You’re not moving,” I noted a few minutes later.
“I could stay here…”
“And disappoint your fans? And, you know, all those crazy people who want to do a workout at six thirty in the morning.” I awkwardly rolled until I was facing him. “Have you ever missed a stream?”
“Once, when I was sick.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Only once? In three years? Wow. That’s dedication.” I squeezed his biceps. “Dedication that has paid off.”
“You could have muscles like these too.”
I wrinkled my nose. “No thanks. They look hot on you, but I think I’d look weird.”
Xander pursed his lips as he stared at me. “You’re probably right.”
I flattened my hand over his chest. “You should get up.”
“I’m already up, remember?” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, I can’t forget.” I sucked my lower lip into my mouth as I shivered. “But unless your dick is going to start lifting weights, the rest of you needs to get up too.”
Xander stroked my cheek.
“You’re still not moving.”
“It’s easier to get motivated when I don’t have a gorgeous guy to snuggle up to.” He brushed my hair behind my ear. “Join me for a shower if you want. No pressure.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and then wriggled out from under the covers.
I sat up, hugging the quilt to my chest as I watched him jog down the stairs. Once he was out of sight, I flopped onto the sofa with a huge sigh, my arm crooked above my head. Xander and I had made out and fallen asleep together. Wow.
My heart fluttered as I stared at the ceiling. The whole situation should have been weird at worst, surreal at best, but it was neither of those things. It felt right and perfect, like finding the right shade of lipstick and having it go on like a dream.
After a few minutes, I rolled over and pulled my laptop out of my rucksack. I was subscribed to Xander’s channel, so I easily navigated to it. He was just starting his stream with a warmup and pep talk. He’d dealt with his morning wood between leaving me and beginning to stream.
He looked sexy in tight shorts and a vest top that clung to him like a second skin. His voice was confident and engaging. It was easy to see why his fan base had grown. I watched as the number of live viewers increased. There was a rolling chat where people said hello and where they were from. Xander gave shout-outs to as many people as possible.
I couldn’t drag my stare away from the screen as he powered through his workout. He kept up a stream of positivity, assuring everyone joining in with him that they could do it. He showed his viewers how to do each exercise at three different intensities to make that possible. After twenty minutes, he slowed the high-energy pace, gradually transitioning into a gentle cooldown routine. The lighting in the room illuminated the sweat on his skin. He would have a shower afterwards, and he’d invited me to join him. I twirled my hair around my finger. Did I want to join him? I snorted. What kind of a dumb question was that? Did I want to get close and personal to a very sweaty naked Xander? Yes, please.
I waited for a few minutes after the stream ended before going downstairs. I heard the shower running in the en suite off the studio. I undressed as I made my way to it, discarding my clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs. I was naked by the time I walked into the bathroom.
I stopped and sucked in a breath at the sight of Xander in the shower. Thanks to the way the bathroom was arranged, there wasn’t a shower screen, so there was nothing to hide him from me. Water cascaded down his body, tracing every bulging curve and sexy contour. His arse was round, tight, and begging to be squeezed. My heart slammed against my chest at the sight. Blood throbbed through my body, making my cock rock hard within seconds. He turned, and I whimpered as I saw his long, thick cock and bulging balls hanging between his legs. It was little wonder he was successful on True Fans. He wasn’t just gorgeous and well endowed. He was sweet, kind, and thoughtful. He was everything I could want and then some.
He smiled and held out his hand. “Are you going to stand there and gawp, or are you going to join me?”
“Honestly, I’m a little intimidated.”
He raised his eyebrows. “By what?”
I gestured to him. “You.”
He stepped out of the shower, dripping water on the tiled floor as he padded over and put his hands on my hips. He dipped his lips to mine and kissed me so gently that my knees went weak.
“You have nothing to be intimidated by. You’re stunning.”
“I look like a twig next to you. You’d stand up to a cyclone. I’d snap in a breeze.”
“You’re perfect the way you are.” He pulled me against him. “We fit. See?”
