And then it happens. As Leo reaches for the bottle, his fingers brush against mine, that fleeting touch igniting a jolt between us, electric and undeniable. I hold my breath, the air thickening with unspoken tension.
“Nash,” he whispers, his gaze piercing through the quiet chaos enveloping us, that mix of urgency and uncertainty drawing us closer.
In an instant, we both lean forward, our mouths meeting in a kiss that sets everything ablaze—a collision of passion and release, tongues intertwining as the taste of whiskey lingers onour lips. It’s messy and urgent, a cathartic release of weeks of pent-up tension and attraction.
I feel his hands gripping my shirt, tugging me closer as the kiss deepens, an unquenchable desire flooding between us. The kiss quickly escalates, our bodies intertwining, clothes becoming a hindrance as I feel Leo’s hands roaming over my chest, tugging at the fabric like a desperate plea to uncover what lies beneath.
Together, we explore the newfound freedom to express everything we’ve hidden, our bodies moving as one—lost in a whirlwind of passion, vulnerability, and the frantic urge to connect on every level.
Chapter 12
Leo
The kiss with Nash was more than I could have imagined.
I’ve kissed my fair share of men and women, but nothing has ever compared to this moment. His plump, soft lips were something out of a fantasy. I wasn’t sure if someone could be so muscular and rugged, but smooth at the same time.
“Nash,” he whispers, his hands running through my hair.
Our shirts and pants are long gone. We both sit in our boxers, our hard dicks fighting against the thin fabric holding us back.
There is so much I want to say, but I know it’s best not to. My emotions could get the better of me, and then this magicalmoment would be ruined. I refuse to let this be just another fleeting moment between us. I need more.
I unravel my body from his and stand. Nash looks up at me with wonder and curiosity radiating from his gaze. “What are you doing?” he questions.
I walk toward the bathroom and then turn around. Nash sits on the edge of the bed, still and frozen. Slowly, I remove my boxers, allowing my dick to be free. With one hand, I clutch my hard length, licking my lips as I fantasize about what I want Nash to do right now.
He’s mine tonight.
“I want to take a shower. Join me,” I state.
It’s not a question, but more of a demand. I know that I’m being reckless right now. This could change everything, but I need to know if Nash wants me as badly as I want him.
Walking into the bathroom, I feel anxious and nervous. Turning on the shower, I am grateful that the glass shower is large and could easily accommodate two people. As the water comes on, I step inside. My heart races as I allow the warm water to cascade over me. Suddenly, I hear the glass door open, and my eyes shoot open.
Standing before me is a very naked Nash. My eyes are hungry, devouring every inch of his body. His abs are what Greek mythsare made of. He steps inside, and I can tell that he is as nervous as I am.
Reaching out, I place my hand on his hip, pulling him under the water with me. I turn the handle and allow the overhead rain shower to wash over us gently. Nash leans in, and we kiss, his hands moving to my neck. The intensity of this moment is heating up.
“Turn around,” I grunt, feeling as though my body is about to explode.
Nash obliges like the good boy he is.
“If you don’t want this, tell me now. Otherwise, I am going to fuck you,” I tell him.
Nash turns his head and looks over his shoulder at me. He smiles, a devious and wicked grin that gives me the go-ahead I need.
I sidled up to him and then thrust myself into his tight hole. His hands slam against the tiled shower walls, moans escaping those sweet lips. I move in and out, my body on fire with the pleasure taking over. I can feel my release coming, and I move faster and harder inside of Nash.
“I’m about to come,” he shouts, and that is my undoing.
We both come together, collapsing against the shower walls as we struggle to catch our breath. After a moment, Nash turnsaround and places a gentle kiss on my lips. We just had sex, and it was rough and needy. But his kiss was sweet. Soon, I will make love to him and take the time to explore and memorize every inch of his body, but tonight, I just needed to be with him.
Reaching for the soap, I lather up my hands and then spread the soap over Nash’s chest and arms. “You were a filthy boy, and now you need cleaning,” I tell him, smirking.
“I think you are the one who needs cleaning,” he retorts.
As we shower, hands roaming over the other, I feel at peace. Nash and I just collided sexually, and our friendship is only growing into something more. The need to protect what we have and keep our peace is strong, and I know moving forward, Nash and I can tackle anything.
