Blake
I stepped out of the shower, and clouds of steam rolled into the bathroom. After an already busy morning, I’d spent a long afternoon at the rehab center with a couple clients from the Penguins, and now that I was finally home, I was ready to kick back with a beer.
The door to the bathroom flew open. “Hey, I’m coming in.”
Casey strolled past me, peeling his shirt off on the way. I stepped back as I wrapped a towel around my waist and held it loosely over my cock.
“I stink like the bar,” Casey complained, then turned the shower back on before he kicked his pants and boxer briefs off. My best friend had a compact, muscular body and a jawline and cheekbones that earned him some healthy tips bartending. His dark, straight hair was swooped back with the sides tightly buzzed, stylish but also easy, like he liked it. And against his golden skin, the tattoo of a howling wolf looked crisp and vivid.
I let my eyes drift down to the firm globes of his ass as he stepped under the hot water and felt a familiar pang.
Was tonight going to be one of those nights? It had been a long time.
“I thought you were working late,” I said as I leaned back against the sink.
“Lacey took over for me,” he answered from the shower. Behind the curtain, his blurry shape stood beneath the spray of water. “Weren’t you supposed to see Kat again this week?”
I turned to the foggy mirror and pushed my hand through my wet hair. “We canceled.”
Casey jerked the curtain aside and stuck his head out. “Wecanceled? As in, you broke up?”
“We only had two dates,” I grunted. “That’s not really breaking up.”
“How are you supposed to find the future Mrs. Serrano if you never go beyond a second or third date?”
“Maybe I’ll have a third date when I find the future Mrs. Serrano,” I countered.
Casey stepped out from the shower, then grabbed the towel from my waist, yanking it off. “I guess I’ll go back to showing your photo to random women at the bar.Check out those chestnut eyes! And don’t let the grumpy expression fool you—he’s got a heart of gold.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, fully aware that my cock was hanging between my legs and on full display. Casey loved to get under my skin, but I wasn’t about to let him faze me. “That towel’s wet,” I said.
He looked down at it, then shrugged and tossed it back my way. “You’re right, it is,” he answered as he walked out of the bathroom. “Where are all of the clean towels at?”
I followed him into the house, tying the towel around myself again as I walked through his wet footprints. The clean towels were all by the dryer in the basement, where he’d left them, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
Much more fun to watch his bare ass walk around the house.
“You really don’t have to find me a date,” I reminded him as we walked into the kitchen. “I know it’s your new favorite hobby, but I’m fine.”
Casey rolled his eyes. “You’re a hot sports doctor, and somehow, you can’t get laid. As your best friend, I think I do need to intervene.”
“You haven’t had a relationship in years,” I grunted, slightly embarrassed like I was every time he called me hot, “and I’m not trying to set you up with people.” I tightened the towel at my waist. “Possibly because I’d be too embarrassed when I heard you walk around the house naked after.”
Casey grinned and spread his legs, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock wave back and forth. “You’re the one who hid the towels,” he said, then turned and grabbed the whisky from the top of the fridge. “Want a drink?”
I watched his rhomboid muscle seize as he stretched, causing him to pull his arm back slightly. “Sure,” I answered, then caught his eye. “That injury still bothering you?”
Casey rotated his shoulder. “A little. Why, you want to give me a rub?” He stepped closer, teasing me with his naked body, bold. “I could use a little rub. After all, I haven’t had a relationship in years.”
I barked out a surprised laugh. “I’m sure you’ve had enough help rubbing one out.”
“Exactly,” he said, then poured a splash of whisky in each of the glasses. “I get laid regularly. You, however…” He handed me the glass; then we clinked them together and threw the liquor back. “You’re the hot sports doctor who never has a date.”
I winced at the bite of the whisky and tossed the glass down, ignoring him. “Come on. Physical therapy time for that shoulder.” I turned quickly and surprised Casey with a swift slap across his bare ass. “And put some damn shorts on,” I added as I walked away, smiling to myself.
The banter wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It was like we started messing with each other and playing around when we first became friends in sixth grade, and in some ways, we never really stopped. It could be a little loaded sometimes, but that was part of the fun.
We did have a brief awkward period. After he came out as bisexual in college, we’d stopped touching each other so much for a while, like we weren’t sure what it meant now that his sexuality was in the open. Like it was one thing for us to have some secrets when we were both straight, and something different now that he wasn’t. But after I broke up with my college girlfriend and Casey and I got our first apartment together, we went right back to our old habits.
