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“Shit, Wiley,” Baer whispered. “You’re so damn hot.”
Wiley couldn’t speak, still couldn’t think. All he could do was imagine Baer taking him against the door.
“Think you can stand now?” Baer asked, his hand stroking Wiley’s stomach.
“Yes,” Wiley squeaked, choking on the lump in his throat. He righted himself, pulling away from Baer, but grabbing a towel to hold around his waist. He was so hard, he hurt.
“You can shower in my bathroom until Dane can get this fixed,” Baer offered. His voice started out as little more than a growl, but the more he spoke, the steadier it was getting, as if he were managing to gain control over his own desires. “I have no idea why that happened—guess I’m not a plumber.”
“Thanks.” His voice sounded strained, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He felt lucky to simply be standing. “I’ll just grab some dry clothes.”
“We can throw your wet things in with mine in the morning.”
Wiley nodded and hurried out of the bathroom. Queenie was sitting on his bed, and he quickly stroked one hand over her fur before he went to the dresser.
Fuck, he was sure he’d never been so turned-on his entire life. Baer had felt so good against his back, his skin warm despite being drenched in cold water. Snatching another pair of sweats from the dresser, he stood awkwardly when Baer came out of the bathroom.
“I wiped up the floor. Don’t want you to slip again.” Baer still eyed him with a hungry look that did nothing to help Wiley’s problem.
“Thanks. I’m sorry I got you all wet.”
“Did that to myself,” Baer said with a little smirk. “But you’re obviously cold, so come on and I’ll show you my bathroom.”
Baer’s gaze had briefly dropped to Wiley’s nipples, which were hard, and that had absolutely nothing to do with being cold. At this rate, his dick was never going to deflate. He followed Baer through his bedroom to the private bathroom. Baer gave him a quick smile, then shut the door.
Wiley dropped his clothes on the counter and buried his hot face in his hands. They were cold from being wet, and it helped to dispel the heat in his cheeks. Oh man, he’d been totally unable to hide his response to Baer.
But…it wasn’t all bad. Baer was clearly attracted to him as well. Even said he was hot. Was it possible that Baer really wanted him? Was actually attracted to him? It almost seemed too good to be true. How could someone as hot and kind as Baer be into a geeky little comic book twink like him?
The cold water from his sweats pressed against his skin, causing him to shiver. He turned on the shower, which of course had no problem working, unlike his own. Once he was under the hot water, he closed his eyes and let it fall over his face.
Warmer at last, he looked down at his dick. The damn thing was still standing at attention. There was no way in hell he was going back out there with it like that. Soaping up his hand, he wrapped it around his cock.
As he stroked, he imagined what it would have been like if Baer had taken him in that bathroom. It felt like he had a nice dick pressing against his jeans. Wiley imagined that he’d sunk to his knees on that wet floor and opened Baer’s fly. He would have taken his cock out and held it in his hand before running his tongue along it. The head would be soft, the skin warm and silky smooth.
He had to bite back a groan. Baer didn’t need to know he was jerking off in his shower.
He tightened his grip and sped up his movements as he pictured opening his throat to Baer, taking him deep. He’d swallow around a dick that would be as gorgeous as the rest of the man. He’d maybe hum, letting his throat vibrate.
Lust shot through him like lightning, and he couldn’t keep a moan from escaping between clenched teeth. Clamping his free hand over his mouth, he didn’t stop stroking himself. The orgasm was pulled from the deepest part of him. He shot out over the floor of the shower, leaving him shaking and twitching.
Relief swamped him and he leaned against the tiles, waiting for his breathing to even out. When he was sure his knees would hold him, he finished his shower. Baer probably knew what he was doing in the bathroom, but Wiley was feeling so good, he really didn’t give a shit.Baer knew exactly what Wiley was doing in his bathroom.
It was the same damn thing he planned to do once Wiley was out of his room.
Desire thrummed through his system, and his cock ached. His zipper was cutting into him as he stood near the door, hoping to hear another moan. But Wiley was quiet as he finished his shower and when the water shut off.
