“I'd like that.” Ronan's voice had dropped lower, more intimate. “Always nice to have someone to spot.”
“I'm good at spotting.”
“I bet you are.”
Troy's hand moved to his own thigh and his fingers traced idle patterns on his skin. The movement was casual but deliberate, drawing Ronan's attention exactly where he wanted it.
“You always this friendly with people you just met?” Troy asked.
“Only when they're worth being friendly with.”
“And I'm worth it?”
“I think so.” Ronan's eyes stayed on Troy's face. “You seem like you know what you want.”
“I usually do.”
Troy's hand moved higher on his thigh and his fingers slipped just under the edge of his towel. Not touching anything, just the suggestion of it. His other hand moved to adjust the towel where it was tucked at his waist, loosening it slightly.
Ronan's breathing had gotten heavier. I could see it in the rise and fall of his chest, in the way his jaw had gone tight, in the way his eyes had darkened as he watched Troy's hand move.
“You like watching people?” Troy asked. His voice had gone quieter, rougher, with an edge that made my cock twitch under my towel.
“Depends on what they're doing.”
“What if they're doing this?” Troy spread his legs wider and his hand moved to cup himself through the towel. His cock was already getting hard, visible through the thin white fabric, and he stroked himself once with deliberate slowness that made my mouth go dry.
Ronan inhaled sharply through his nose. “Then I'd definitely like to watch.”
“Just watch?”
“Depends on if you want more than that.”
Troy looked at me then. Met my eyes across the sauna and held them while his hand kept moving over his cock, getting himself harder with each stroke. There was challenge in his expression and heat and something else I couldn't name but felt in my chest like a physical weight.
His hand moved in slow deliberate strokes over the towel and I could see his cock filling out beneath the fabric, could see the outline of it getting more defined with each pass of his palm. The towel was thin enough that I could make out the shape of the head, could see a wet spot forming where pre-come was already leaking through.
“You can do more than watch if you want,” Troy said to Ronan without breaking eye contact with me.
Ronan moved off the bench and knelt between Troy's legs in one smooth motion. His hands went to Troy's thighs, spreading them wider, and Troy lifted his hips just enough to let Ronan pull the towel away completely.
Troy's cock sprang free, hard and flushed dark with blood and already leaking steadily at the tip. It stood up against his stomach and I could see a bead of pre-come gathering at the slit, catching the light as it threatened to drip down his length.
Ronan made a quiet sound of appreciation deep in his throat and wrapped his hand around Troy's cock. His fingers looked pale against Troy's flushed skin as he stroked slowly from base to tip, his thumb swiping over the head to gather the pre-come and use it as slick.
Troy's head fell back against the wall. His eyes closed and his mouth opened on a breath that was half gasp, half groan. The sound echoed in the small space and went straight through me, settled low in my stomach where heat was already pooling.
I couldn't breathe properly. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything except watch Ronan's hand move on Troy's cock while sweat dripped down all our bodies and the heat made everything feel surreal and dreamlike.
Ronan's other hand moved to Troy's balls, cupping them gently before rolling them with careful pressure that made Troy's hips jerk up into his fist. Troy's hands fisted at his sides and I could see the tension in his arms, could see every muscle standing out in definition as he fought to stay still.
“You're already so wet,” Ronan said quietly. His voice had gone rough and low. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
Troy didn't answer. Just made a sound that might have been affirmation and pushed his hips up again, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of whatever Ronan was willing to give.
Ronan stroked him faster and I watched pre-come leak steadily from the tip with each pass of his hand. It dripped down Troy's length and made everything slick and obscene, the wet sounds of it mixing with Troy's breathing and filling the sauna with evidence of his arousal.
My own cock was getting harder by the second. I could feel it thickening under the towel, could feel the fabric getting tighter as blood rushed south. I hadn't touched myself. Hadn't moved except to shift my weight slightly. But my body was responding without my permission, getting hard from watching Troy spread out and desperate under another man's hands.
