“Yes, but it’s fine. I like when you’re here. You can keep some clothes here too. You know, if you want.”
“Thanks,” he whispers. Okay before I make this awkward, I push up and off him. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Torin nods, his cheeks flush. I can tell by the way he grabs for the blankets, he wants to cover himself. I don’t want him to be self-conscious, which is probably why the next words out of my mouth are, “You can take a shower with me.”
His eyes lock with mine and I have to quickly think about what I just said. This might be the opposite of trying to stop him from being self-conscious. “I just mean… I have a big shower with three shower heads and I’m naked in front of guys all the time. Being hard is normal.”
Okay, nowthatdidn’t help! Oof.
“Remember when I said I sometimes say things that can be misconstrued as to how I intend them to be?” I ask quickly. “I’m sorry.”
He laughs. His skin looks like I took a red marker to him and blotched him all over the place.
“I just didn’t want you to feel self-conscious because you’re hard. I am too. It’s fine.” As if he can’t tell, I sit back on my haunches so he can see my erection wave at him like a third leg.
Torin’s eyes lock on it and for some reason, it makes my dick twitch.
“Okay, well… now that I’ve made it super awkward and that’s entirely the opposite of what I was trying to do… I’m going to take a shower. At the risk of making it worse, youcanjoin me if you want to. You’ve been in my shower. You know it’s big. And I always shower with all the heads on.”
Torin nods as I back off my bed. Hell, even I’m feeling a little flushed right now. Heading into the bathroom, I leave the door cracked so he knows the invitation was real. Even if I said things very wrong.
I turn on the water and brush my teeth while it’s heating. I don’t hear Torin moving, and pretend I’m not bummed that he’s decided not to join me as I step under the water.
Not going to lie. I take a lot of showers. This morning’s shower is probably unnecessary since I’m heading to the arena’s gym shortlyto get sweaty there. But the morning shower isn’t necessarily to get clean. It’s to wake me up.
And to get rid of my morning wood. I grip my dick with a sigh and lean back against the wall. Probably good that Torin didn’t join me. I really do need to rub one out.
The sound of my glass shower door has my eyes opening and I’m shocked to see Torin standing there. His eyes are locked on mine, his pale skin a pretty shade of red as he steps into the shower.
His gaze flickers to where I’m holding my dick and while I don’t believe he could get any redder, I’m also sure he does. “I… uh… can take a shower after.”
I shake my head and shift to one side of my shower. “No! You can stay. It’s totally cool to be hard.” My words make me wince, even as Torin laughs. I sigh heavily. “I mean?—”
“I know,” he whispers. His words are almost lost in the spray of the water.
“I’m going to remind you again I say things that only make everyone involved cringe. I’m surprised I haven’t done so more often in your presence.”
Torin grins. “It’s fine, Hugo. Really.”
I nod, watching him as he moves under the water and closes his eyes. It’s inappropriate to look at him like this, right? I shouldn’t let my eyes trail down his smooth skin to where his cock is hard against his stomach. It’s a nice size. I glance at mine. His is definitely more manageable than mine.
“So… it’s okay if you want to… take care of that,” I say, nodding toward his woody. I haven’t let go of mine, which I should, but it’s throbbing right now.
He watches me and I can tell he’s struggling to keep his eyes on mine. At the risk of making it even more awkward, I continue, “You can look at my dick if you want to too. I don’t mind.” Honestly, I’m used to people looking at my crotch. It happens. I get it. I’m one of those rare unicorns that once in a while, people catch glimpses of in the wild. Only, my horn is between my legs, though usually just as visible for the world to see as if it were on my head.
Believe it or not, underwear makes it worse. I don’t have the kind of cock that hides very well. It used to be embarrassing, but I’ve learned to embrace it. Not like I can change it.
I’m transfixed when his hand moves slowly to his cock. I swear, I can feel his grip on mine and it makes a thrill run through my body. My heart races unevenly as I stare at his hand as it moves over his length. He’s smaller than me. To be fair, most people are. In fact, I haven’t met someone who even comes close. I’m gargantuanly disproportioned.
But he has a nice dick. It’s full, just over the length of his hand. A very defined head and a prominent vein. I’ve never considered whether a dick is nice or not. When I glance down at mine, I decide I like his better. I bet it’s not seen as a threat whenever someone sees it.
My eyes rise to his just as he meets mine. I don’t know what it is about this moment of eye-contact, but I can feel it inside me. Stroking me. Licking flames. A moan gets lodged in my throat as my hand moves more insistently over my dick.
“Torin,” I whisper, a question on the tip of my tongue that gets lost when he moans quietly. And then it’s all over. I’m lost in the haze of lust as I jerk one out while watching my friend do the same. Our orgasms hit at almost the same time and, like me, Torin sags against the wall after.
Okay, even I can admit this is probably not something most friends do together. So I can’t explain why I’m already anxious to do it again.
Chapter Fourteen
