With a mighty pull and grunt, Mike’s muscled forearm slammed down on the floor.“There.I think I got it.Let me do one more turn while you keep holding.”
Jamie couldn’t even see the connection with both their hands in there.
“Got it.”
There was a small river of water coursing towards them.
“I should have gotten a rag,” Mike said as he worked the connection loose.“It’s just the small amount of water that was left in the line.Shouldn’t be too much.”
“Not afraid of a little water.” Jamie felt the cool wetness seep into the front of his shirt.
“You can let go of the wrench now,” Mike grunted out.“Now if I can just get my hand out.”
Jamie pulled his hand back and glanced over at Mike.Even dirty this man is hot.
Mike shifted and then happened to look at Jamie; their eyes met.Their faces were mere millimetres apart.Without thinking, Jamie closed the gap and kissed Mike.It wasn’t a passionate kiss, just a nice soft meeting of their lips.
“Oh, crap.”Jamie pulled back.“I’m sorry.I shouldn’t have done that.”
Mike grumbled, something low and deep in his chest.Then he leaned in and kissed Jamie.“I didn’t mind.I’ve wanted to kiss you for some time now.”
Jamie scrambled backwards, wriggling and squirming away, the front of his shirt and shorts wet.When he finally got free of the cabinet, he got to his knees.“I’m really sorry.”
It took Mike a moment longer to dislodge himself from under the cabinet.Jamie was already on his feet.“Don’t be sorry.It was nice,” Mike said, the front of his tank top also wet.
They stood there a few moments looking at each other.Mike was the first to speak.“Um...you’re...wet.”
“So are you,” Jamie all but whispered.He was looking at Mike’s huge chest, his nipples clearly on display, and the dark chest hair spilling over the top of his shirt plastered to his skin.
“But...”Mike pointed to Jamie’s front.“It’s...your shirt...well, it’s see-through and well...your shorts are somewhat revealing.”
Jamie looked down.It was true.His T-shirt was completely transparent, and his shorts left nothing to the imagination, and that’s not mentioning his semi-aroused state.“Oh, shit!”He quickly covered his crotch with both hands.
Mike’s khaki shirt and shorts, while wet, weren’t see-through.Jamie thought that he noticed that Mike may be a little hard as well.
“I need...”Jamie turned and jogged across the kitchen towards the back door.“I’ll be back.”
That’s what I get for not wearing underwear, Jamie thought as he ran up the steps.
Joesph watched as his friend bolted up the steps to the apartment, taking steps two at a time.He looked at Mike, who had just exited the diner.“Well, this is interesting.”He pointed to Mike.“A wet T-shirtcontest Ididn’tget an invitation to?”
Mike frowned at Joesph.“Just a plumbing issue.”He turned and went back into the kitchen.
Just then, Joesph saw Salzy emerge from his apartment, wearing shorts and an old T-shirt.Salzy looked up and waved.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Joesph greeted him.
“Good morning.”Salzy yawned and stretched.“I didn’t realize it was so late.”His hair was damp from the shower.“Nice day.Not too hot.”He sat across from Joesph.
“How’s the head?”Joesph asked, still looking at his computer that was in front of him.
“Fine.I just need some coffee,” Salzy said, standing.
“Better hurry.Mike’s removing the coffee maker as we speak.”
“Damn.”Salzy scurried towards the door.“Can’t start a day without coffee.”
Joesph’s phone rang.“Hello, Joesph Collins speaking.”
