“What?” I was pretty sure I’d heard him wrong, but the blush spreading up his neck suggested I hadn’t.
“You want to shower too, right?” He took off his glasses, then pulled off his sweater and his shirt in one go.
“I mean…yeah, but—”
“Come on,” he said easily. “We woke up naked together this morning. What’s the difference?”
The difference was I’d met his family now, and I’d seen where he’d come from, and I felt even less like I had any right to touch him. “Are you sure?”
“I thought we agreed…” he said, and for the first time, the confident act dropped and I realized he was actually still shy. “That there would be a next time,” he finished with a shrug.
“You still wanna…”
“I’m either going to be dead or eternally celibate come Sunday,” he said quietly. “So yeah, I still wanna.”
I bit back asking about whether he shouldn’t be spending the time between now and then getting his soul right with God. Not just because it was an asshole thing to say, which it would have been. But because I was a bad man and I had no intention of resisting the temptation he was dangling in front of me.
“Okay, then,” I agreed, but first I double-checked the lock and chain on the door to the room. Then I shrugged off my jacket and my gun holster and lay them on the bed.
Aidan stood there watching me with big eyes, his blown pupils making them seem navy in the dim light. His gaze followed every slight flick of my fingers as I unbuttoned my shirt, his mouth slightly open. “Well?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Uh,” he said, blinked once, and then kept watching me while he continued taking off his own clothes. I wasn’t shy about watching him just as close as he watched me, and it was beautiful to see his skin starting to appear from under all those clothes.
I hadn’t seen him like this yet. I’d had him spread out and butt naked last night as I’d sucked his cock, but the room had been dark, his body a collection of shadow and mystery. The light was jaundiced and flickering, but it wasn’t like Aidan needed professional lighting to look good. He looked good all on his own.
He was slender rather than skinny, his muscles long and lean like a runner’s, and his pale skin was milky in places I bet never saw the sun. He was so distracted by my own stripping that it took him a while to get self-conscious about his nudity, and when he did, I could see he tried to fake confidence. His arms stuttered as he made to cover himself, then stopped, forcing his hands to his hips like he totally meant to do that.
He was half-hard, his dick long and thin like the rest of him, flushed the same red as his lips as he chewed on them. I picked up a gun in one hand and held the other hand out to him. He took it, and I pulled him into the bathroom, up into the tub, and pulled the flimsy curtain across to keep the water where it was supposed to go. I reached out to put the gun in easy reach on the vanity.
“Better turn on the water,” I said when he just stood there staring at me, looking me up and down with an expression of wonder. He whirled around to fumble with the faucet, and it gave me a view of his ass, more muscular than I’d expected; maybe all that genuflecting had built him up. I decided not to say that out loud.
Aidan turned on the cold water first, and sprang back with a gasping noise as it hit him, that ass of his bumping into my crotch. I moved him to the side, but it was hopeless—the cold water was everywhere, and we both laughed as we lunged for the hot tap to even it up.
We got it bearable and then actually hot, which was more than I expected from the facilities so far. Aidan seemed shy again once we’d warmed up, so I pulled him close and kissed him. I started easy, and when he sped up the rhythm like he was in a hurry, I put my forehead to his. “We got time,” I reminded him.
“That’s the one thing we don’t have.” He squeezed his eyes shut. The water beat against my feet in a soothing patter, and ran down his face to stream off his chin.
I took a step back and he cupped his junk automatically until I slid my hands down his arms and pulled them away. “Don’t hide, baby. I like looking at you.”
He sucked on his lower lip. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I told him, and I lifted up his chin so he’d look me in the eye and see I was telling him the truth. “Really. You know how long I wondered what you looked like naked?”
Light sparked in his eyes. “You actually thought about that?”
“YeahI did. I got hard just being around you sometimes.”
He laughed, slicking back his hair under the water, pushing his chest out with more confidence. “You never even seemed to look at me.”
“Couldn’t. Not straight on. I was worried…”
He tipped his head to one side, a small smile tugging up his lips, his eyebrows drawn together. “Worried about what?”
“Worried you’d see in my eyes what I was thinking. Worried Mr. D would see what I was thinking, too.”
“You don’t have to worry now,” he said. “You can—you can look. If you want.”
It was the timid way he said it that went straight through me, got all the blood zipping right to my dick even though my back was chilly outside the warm stream. “Show me how you do it,” I said, reaching out to trace a finger over his collarbone.
