I breathe through my release as quietly as possible, even if that’s hard for me. I’m not a quiet man, but I can’t give it away that Ayden just helped me get off by simply the sound of his own climax.
Fucking Christ. He’s not the one fucked. I am.
Ayden
Goddamn, I needed that.
This is the first time I’ve masturbated since moving in. I’m surprised I’ve held out this long, especially with Keo so close by. The smell of him alone is enough to drive me crazy, and seeing him return from his morning runs, sweaty and shirtless…
Fuck. Me.
However, itwasrisky to use his shower to do it, but the water upstairs just isn’t getting warmer, and now that it’s colder outside, I don’t want to risk getting sick again. I called someone to take a look, but the earliest opening isn’t until next month. Should’ve guessed that, considering it’s a small town.
I finish up my shower, grateful I didn’t hear Keoni come home. I hadn’t expected to be so vocal, but being in his space, smelling his body wash… it heightened the sensation. Especially as my imagination ran with it that it was his hand around my cock and not my own.
I’ll quite literally never admit that out loud to anyone. I’d rather die.
Turning off the water and grabbing a towel, I step out. The bathroom is relatively up-to-date, with a jetted tub combined with a waterfall shower. It’s interestingly shaped—I’ve never seen one this rectangular before. It’s big enough to fit two people. Not that, of course, I’m imagining being in here with anyone. Definitely not wondering if it would fit Keo and me.
Passing the toilet on my way to the counter, I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth. I towel-dry my hair until it’s no longer dripping, moisturize my face, and wrap the cloth around my waist.
Pulling the door open a bit, I peek out. All the lights are still off. The fan in here isn’t great, so I’d left the door cracked since I like to scald my skin with my showers.
Stepping out, I glance at Keoni’s room—it’s closed, just like before I got in.
I’m literally at the point of passing it when it opens…
Oh,fuck me. It opens.
My fight-or-flight response vanishes entirely, and I freeze as Keoni steps into the narrow hallway. He’s shirtless, his hair downbut pushed behind his shoulders, and he looks like a mix of tired and satisfied.
“Evening, Ayden,” he says in a low, sultry tone. “When did you start showering down here?”
When he leans against the doorframe, I nearly pass out, my cock hardening when it absolutely shouldn’t be after the load I just released.
“Um. Today… Sorry, the water upstairs has been running cold for weeks.”
His eyebrow pops up. “Cold? You never said anything.”
I laugh nervously. “I didn’t want you to worry, but I’ve called and made an appointment to get it fixed.”
A hum escapes his lips, which draws me to look at them. It’s now I see something white on his chin.
“You can always use this bathroom, sunshine.”
My stomach ties into knots at that nickname again. However,hearinghim call me it versus reading it in a text solidifies I like it.
“You… have something here.” I need a distraction from saying something stupid about the pet name. I point at the spot where—possibly lotion—is and he drops his head to follow.
He lifts his gaze and gives me an impish grin. “Oops. It’s a good thing it’s my turn to shower.” He moves his thumb to his mouth, drags his tongue across the pad before running it along his chin, right where I’d been pointing.
My heart is definitely in my cock by the way it’s pulsing right now.
“Thanks,” he says, pushing up to stand. His thumb finds his mouth again and licks it clean. “Messy eater, I guess…”
Okay, not lotion then. “You had dinner already?”
He winks, then turns toward the bathroom. “No, just a snack.”
