My eyes widen, lips parting as more sounds fill the air. He’s not doing what I think he’s doing, right?
Heart pounding, some irrational part of my brain has me pushing the door open to find out.
Steam fills the room, but I can see the glass shower. The breath in my lungs stills as I make out Cooper’s silhouette. It’s slightly blurred from the steam, but I can glimpse enough.
Arm on the wall, his forehead rests against it. He’s looking down, body tense as his arm moves. I can see the side of his face from this spot. His eyes are closed, lips parted as more of those sinful sounds leave him.
Swallowing thickly, my eyes betray me and trail down his bare back, to his firm, naked ass, causing my pulse to pick up speed.
When my gaze drifts down, finding his hand wrapped around his cock, I clamp down a whimper.
Cooper is pleasuring himself in the shower, his breathing heavy, his hand moving quickly over his impressive length.
I’m frozen in place. I know I should leave, that this isn’t something I’m meant to see, but I can’t seem to make my body move.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he curses, his hand moving faster. And then I see it, the moment he finds his release.
Cooper makes a low, guttural groan as his body tenses. My eyes stay locked on his shaft, watching as streams of cum shoot out and hit the tile wall.
But that's not the only thing that has my mind racing a mile a minute. It’s what he’s moaning as he cums.
“Blake,” he groans. “Fuck, Blake.”
At the sound of my name, I spin around and dart out of the bathroom.
Plastering my back to the wall, next to the bathroom door, I close my eyes and take in deep breaths.
Holy fuck. I can’t believe I just saw that. Just heard that.
He’s jerking off. To the thought of me.
I’m not sure how I thought this would make me feel, but it’s not anger or disgust.
For the first time, the thought of someone else has me aroused. I look down at the bulge in my jeans in surprise. No. I didn’t hate what Cooper was doing in there. Not at all.
The sound of the shower turning off makes my eyes dart to the door in a panic.
Shit, shit,shit. He’s done. What if he finds out I was spying on him like a creep?
I take off down the hall, taking the steps two at a time and don’t stop until I’m in the bathroom.
“Fuck,” I pant heavily, leaning against the sink.
Eyes closed, I try to steady my breathing, but my head is a mess.
So much is happening in my brain right now that I feel like it might overload.
“Blake?” A knock on the door has me jumping, heart leaping into my throat. “You okay in there?”
“Ah, yeah.” I clear my throat, voice shaky. “Haven’t taken a shower just yet. I, ah, I need a towel. Do you know where I can get one?”
“Shit. Yeah, let me go grab you one, sorry about that.”
Pushing away from the sink, I start to pace. Running hands through my hair, grabbing at strands, I try to come to terms with what this means.
I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before, for Cooper. Both emotionally and physically.
I can deny it all I want, but I think my friends are right. I like Cooper. I like him a lot, and not just as a friend. Because I can tell you now, I’ve never gotten hard for a friend before. I’ve never gotten hard for anyone, really. The sight of him like that, though, the sound he made when he came? My name on his lips as he finished had me aroused.
