Avoiding the mirror, I turn on the taps and strip off, dropping my clothes on the floor. My fingers itch to reach for the new packet of razors in the cupboard, but I don’t have time with today’s class load so heavy.
So I step into the shower and let the scalding water beat down on me instead. It burns, but I relish the bite, gritting my teeth as steam fills the room.
I quickly wash, realising the longer I stay locked in here, the more I want to ignore my classes and purge my body of all these overwhelming feelings. Shutting off the water, I cast one last glance at the cupboard before wrapping a towel around my waist and stepping into the hall, only to run into a wall of muscle.
The towel slips, but I make no move to grab it as I stare in shock at a familiar pair of blue eyes.
“Sorry,” Zac chokes out, swallowing as his eyes travel down my naked body. “I needed to use the bath—” His words cut off when his gaze lands on my pierced dick. My bodyheats, but all the air whooshes from my lungs when he whispers, “Shadow?”
I jerk back like he slapped me. “What did you call me?”
His eyes lift to meet mine. “You’re the guy from Euphoria?”
My pulse races. “W-what?”
“My masked shadow.”
A creak sounds from down the hall, and terrified of being caught naked out here with Zac, I reach down and grab my towel before shoving him into my bedroom and slamming the door shut. Footsteps sound outside my room, then the bathroom door closes.
Neither of us says anything. We just stare at one another. My chest rises and falls as I gaze into his gorgeous blue eyes. My Romeo. How the fuck is this even possible?
His brow furrows. “Hannah?—”
“It’s fake.” I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “She’s been covering for me.”
“So you’re…”
“Gay,” I confirm, my heart lifting at how good it feels to finally say it.
“Holy fuck,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “I have so many questions.”
“I don’t want to talk,” I say, tossing the towel to the side and gripping his shirt. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, slamming my back against the door as he claims my mouth, his hands sliding up my chest.
My tongue delves into his mouth, and I kiss him like a man starved. Fumbling to push his sweatpants down, I force myself out of my head. I want this. I wanthim.
His kisses are addictive, and I moan at the way he moulds his lips to mine like we’re two pieces of the same puzzle. Everything with him feels so right.
The sound he makes when I tug on his bottom lip withmy teeth shoots straight to my cock, which is leaking pre-cum.
Reaching into his boxers, I wrap my hand around his length, giving him a teasing tug and running my thumb over his head, gathering his pre-cum. I swallow the resulting groan, loving the way he thickens in my palm.
I pull him out, sliding our lengths together and shivering at the contact as my hand works both of us.
He punches his hips forwards, chasing more, but he doesn’t stop kissing me.
His hand moves up to grasp my throat. “You tried to run away from me,” he growls, nipping my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.
“You’ve got feelings for someone else,” I grunt, squeezing our dicks together and moving my hand faster, drawing us both closer to euphoria.
He draws his head back so he can smirk at me. “Yeah, you. Idiot.”
“What?” My ministrations falter as I stare at him.
Zac bites down on his lip, his hand dropping between us to cover mine. “You’re the idiot with the girlfriend.”
Well, shit.
