Whatever the reason may be, I’m just thankful no one else is in this bathroom when we arrive.
The camping showers here aren’t exactly…glamorous.Honestly, the whole building looks like a grey cinder block and inside doesn’t look any better. We head into the men's side and I take in the wet floors and plastic frosted curtains as doors. Honestly, I don’t want to be that guy but I’m going to need a shower after this shower.
“You can use my body wash after me,” Brad says, hanging up his towel on one of the hooks.
“Thanks,” I mutter as I subtly take in his physique while he’s stripping down.
“Noah,” he grumbles, turning around before slipping down his shorts.
Is he serious? “Brad,” I mockingly tease. “I literally just sucked you dry, you’re going to be shy with me now?”
A smile tugs at my lips as his shoulders stiffen ever so slightly, like he’s scrambling to hide that familiar look of shock. He does it so often around me that I’m convinced it’ll be etched into him by the end of the weekend.
“I really cracked opened Pandora's box, didn’t I?” He shakes his head, kicking off his boxers. I don’t miss the way his hand covers his dick as he turns toward me.
I roll my eyes, shamelessly dropping mine down to my ankles and flicking them on the bench along with the rest of our things.
His eyes immediately drop to my semi. I have nothing to hide. Yeah, he turns me on. And yeah, my dick is still aching from our recent events.
“The box may be cracked but I’m counting on you opening it tonight.” I wink. I don’t wait for his response before I’m making way to the curtain of one of the stalls and step inside this cold, murky small space.
“I’m not fucking you, Noah. That’s too far,” he calls after me.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ll see about that, old man.” I turn on the water and dip my head underneath the lukewarm stream.
I hope he changes his mind.What he did back there in the woods? The way he handled me. I fuckinglovedit. Even with all the internal battles he must’ve been dealing with…he touched me confidently like none of it mattered. As if he’s been craving it for years.
The shower beside me kicks on, and I close my eyes as the stream hits my body, trying not to think about him standing only a few feet away.
“Have you ever…” Brad’s voice cuts through the water. He coughs, clearing his throat. “Have you ever done that before?”
A small smile tugs at my lips. “No,” I answer honestly. “I haven’t.”
And if I’m really honest, I’ve never been with anyone like him. I haven’t been withanyman like that—likethis.Sure, there were drunken kisses with friends at parties, all laughter and nothing serious. But no one has ever made me want to go all the way. No one has ever made my thoughts spiral like this.
For some reason, I can’t stop imagining how incredible it would be with Brad. Hesitant at first. Just like I would be. But then forceful in all the right ways after that. He’d probably have no mercy on me. Teach me how a guy his age handles a guy like me.
“Have you?” I ask, suddenly exposed, my chest tightening as I wait.
There’s a pause. Just long enough to make my stomach twist.
“No,” he says finally.
Relief covers me just as the water streams down my body. My hand drifts down my chest and reaches down my stomach. I remember the way his abs clenched and relaxed while I swallowed him down. His strong hands grabbed onto my hair. His forceful thrusts into my mouth. The way he was so patient and demanding all at once. My mouth waters just thinking about it.
I look down at my throbbing cock. The way it’s just screaming out to be touched.
Yeah, he’d be amazing in bed. I just know it. No, I canfeel it.In my entire body.
I shiver as my hand wraps around my dick and starts pumping slowly, replaying the scenes in my head.
“Here’s the—” His smooth voice fills my ears around the water sprinkling down around me. “Soap.” He finishes.
I don’t make any effort at hiding what I’m doing. I’m too lost in the heat of the moment to care. Knowing he’s standing there watching me makes it all the more intense.
Without a word, I feel the curtain close behind him as he steps into the small space. Shivers run through me the moment his lips find my neck. Leaning my head to the side, he traces a path from my shoulder up to my neck—soft kisses at first, then hard, then soft again. Each sending shockwaves through me, never knowing what pressure comes next.
My hand slows down, getting lost in the sensation. I lean back into him as he keeps me still with an arm around my chest.
