Without turning around, he slid his underwear slowly down his body and listened as the man behind him let out a low growl.
He could almost taste the sexual tension between them—a hungry beast, watching as his delicious meal prepared to be devoured.
Stepping into the shower, Gavin watched as Marcus stepped out of his jeans, then stuck his thumbs into the topof his boxer briefs, pausing momentarily as he stared at Gavin’s naked body.
The bulge between Marcus’s legs shifted as the meat behind the material began to grow.
Gavin licked his bottom lip as he watched the six-foot-four hunk of man slip out of his underwear and give his semihard cock a generous tug.
Watching Marcus pull on his meat sent all of Gavin’s blood directly to his cock.
How was this mountain of a man not in porn?
Holding his breath, he watched as the sexiest man he had ever seen stepped into the shower and settled next to him.
Eyes locked together, Gavin grabbed the loofah and poured some bodywash onto its surface before working it between his hands to build a nice lather.
There was no way he was ever taking his eyes off this gorgeous, naked beast of a man.
Sliding further under the water, Gavin pulled Marcus’s body closer to his. Water splashed off the solid contours of Marcus’s body, dripping down his nipples and then sliding across his stomach.
Gavin didn’t need to look down to know that his cock was rock solid. Being this close to Marcus, naked and exposed, had every hormone firing inside him.
With great care, Gavin began soaping up Marcus’s chest using the loofah. Their eyes remained lockedtogether, as Gavin’s hands continued to explore every inch of Marcus’s body.
Neither said a word, just stared at each other with longing in their eyes.
In that moment, only the two of them existed. There was no murderer out to kill them, no worries of people’s safety—just two grown men, locked in each other’s gaze, finally embracing the feelings they had been harboring for one another over these past few weeks.
Once Marcus’s chest, shoulders, and stomach were good and soapy, Gavin moved further south, grabbing Marcus’s thick piece of meat with one hand, and using his other to soap up his shaft.
He watched as Marcus’s eyes rolled back in his head as he worked over his cock and lathered up his balls.
Swallowing hard, Gavin tried not to moan as Marcus slid his hips forward, pumping his dick in and out of Gavin’s firm grip.
Fuck. Was he really giving Marcus a hand job in the shower?
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” Gavin whispered, lowering his gaze so he could watch Marcus fuck into his hand.
“Mmm, so are you,” Marcus answered, reaching back around Gavin and grabbing a handful of his ass cheek.
Gavin couldn’t help but smile. Seeing the hunger in Marcus’s eyes made him feel like the sexiest man in the world.
Now, before things got too out of hand…
“Okay, now your back,” Gavin ordered, signaling for Marcus to turn around while never taking his eyes off his.
The man was a living canvas—a wall of art covered in tattoos he had collected over the years.
“The neck tattoo, does that mean you spent time in prison?” Gavin asked, wondering if he was crossing some sort of line.
Marcus nodded. “I spent six months in prison when I was in my twenties. Drug-related offenses.”
“And what about these? Is there any significance to the tribal tattoos?”
Marcus had tribal tattoos along his chest and arm. As far as Gavin could tell, they were just random designs that ran across his skin.
“No. I just like the way they look.”
