“You’ll just have to find out.”
15
Harvey
I woke with the sun,alone, and wondered for a second if I’d imagined last night—dreamed it, wished it, something like that.
But then the weight of the blanket on top of me sank into my brain, and the scent of all-grown-up Iggy and sex came next.
My dick stirred.
A satisfied little grunt escaped me as my mind went back to Iggy, how hot he’d been last night, and how easily he’d agreed to keep doing this.
I was already half-hard when my feet took me in the direction of the bathroom, and I didn’t register the sound of the shower running until I’d opened the door on Iggy, standing under the spray in all his naked glory, bathed in warm early morning sunlight.
His hair looked like it was woven with strands of spun gold, and every goddamn muscle on his body was picked out and perfect, lean and covered in smooth, warm-toned skin I’d always admired.
“Morning,” Iggy murmured sleepily, which was around the time I realized that not only had I walked in on him, I’d been staring for alongtime.
I hadn’t gotten past his shoulders.
“Morning,” I said, leaning against the door frame.
I could’ve looked at him all day, especially the way he was leaning against the shower tiles, perfect butt sticking out, high and tight, rivulets of water leading my gaze to all kinds of fun places—like the half-hard cock between his legs.
I was staring again.
“Are you coming in, or what?” he asked.
I nearly tripped over myself to duck under the rainfall shower head that felt soIggyI might have known this cabin was his without ever seeing him in it. He’d never let a summer storm go by without running out to dance in the rain.
“Hi,” Iggy said, resting the fingertips of his good hand against my chest. “Look atyou,” he murmured, backing off half a pace to look me up and down while the shower poured over me.
“Big fan of the chest hair,” he said, reaching out to touch. “I have about three of them when I don’t shave.”
I laughed, certainty that I’d made a good decision last night welling up in my chest. Idefinitelywanted more of this, and I didn’t want any of it to be awkward.
“You really did fill out,” he added, running his fingers up along my collarbone. “Love this in the morning, too,” he added, stroking my jawline where I definitely needed a shave by now. “Ever thought about growing it out a little? Just long enough to be soft.”
… or maybe I didn’t need a shave, after all.
“Uhh…”
Iggy laughed, and then he was kissing me again, pushing me back so we were both under the shower spray.
He felt so fuckinggoodin the morning, cock nudging my stomach, body warm and sleepy, the scent of woodsy herbal shampoo still clinging to his hair.
I couldn’t help running my hands down his sides, over his hips, fingers going straight to his butt like they were magnetized to it. Iggy made a low, happy noise, pushing me further back against the shower tiles, cock leaving a sticky trail of precome on my stomach.
“This isn’t getting either of us particularly clean.”
“I collect my own water, so I’m allowed to use as much as I want,” Iggy said. “More kissing, less talking.”
I laughed as he kissed me again, fingers tracing patterns on his butt, working down to his thighs, sliding back up between his cheeks.
A hiss stopped me in my tracks.
“Sore?” I asked, taking my fingers away, nudging Iggy’s nose with mine.
