Walker nodded. “Yeah, a toilet, too. A whole bathroom. But very small. This is far more comfortable.”
How? How had Kota missed a whole bathroom? He’d seen the small kitchen and the bunk, but a bathroom? How much had that cost?
Kota followed him out of the showers, stopping short when he walked into Walker’s wet back.
The rain was coming down in sheets.
“What do we do?” Kota asked.
“Do you want to try to wait it out?” Walker asked.
“Not really, no,” Kota admitted.
“Me neither. It’s just a little water,” Walker said. “Lets make a run for it.”
Kota nodded. Walker snatched his hand and took off, all but dragging Kota behind him. The soles of his sneakers slipped on oil-slick asphalt and splashed in puddles, but Walker’s firm grip kept him upright. They didn’t climb into the driver or passenger seat, but the one that led directly to the sleeper part of the cab.
Walker yanked the door open, then picked Kota up like he weighed nothing, practically hurling him into the rig. He caught himself before he went face first onto the floor. Walker hopped in behind him, then slammed the door shut with a finality that had Kota’s insides shaking.
The rain on the roof was white noise, the low rumble of a motor adding to the feeling of being isolated. Walker slippedbetween the seats and pulled down shutters, blocking the windows and the world outside.
It was cozy, or it would have been had Kota not been sopping wet. He expected Walker to excuse himself to this mysterious bathroom to get dry, but instead he turned his attention to Kota, taking in his bedraggled appearance with a chuckle. Once more, Kota glowered at him, but that only seemed to amuse Walker more.
He took a towel from one of the overhead bins, closing the small distance between them and roughly drying Kota’s hair, laughing when he pulled back the cotton cloth before combing his fingers through the younger man’s damp hair, like he was trying to tame it.
He dropped the towel, then reached for the hem of Kota’s t-shirt that was plastered to him like a second skin. “Arms up.”
Kota hated how easily he complied, letting Walker pull the dripping fabric from his body and drop it into the small sink built into the wall.
“Shoes, too.”
Kota slipped them off, watching Walker do the same. The older man rid himself of his hat as well.
Kota’s mouth went dry when Walker kneeled before him for the second time that night—morning?—slipping off his wet socks and tossing them in the direction of his shirt.
When Walker’s large callused hands reached for Kota’s waistband, he panicked, grabbing his wrists, earning a stormy look.
“I-I don’t have any underwear on,” he stammered.
A slow smile crawled across Walker’s face. “I know. I didn’t bring you any.”
“I’ll be naked,” Kota said, sounding far more scandalized than he should have, all things considered.
“You do realize it was me kneeling in front of you forty-five minutes ago. Right?” Walker teased.
“It’s different,” he whispered.
“It’s not,” Walker assured him. “Let go, squirrel. I’m not gonna ask you nicely again.”
Kota gasped, his cock twitching with interest at Walker’s harsh tone.
He flushed when Walker laughed. “Oh, you like being bossed around, do you? Noted.”
Kota looked away but released Walker’s wrists, letting him strip his wet pants from him. He fought the urge to cover himself. Walker was still clothed, but Kota was naked as the day he was born…and half hard. What now?
Walker stood, cupping Kota’s face for a second, scanning him. He sighed, then pointed to the bunk. There was now a thick blanket on the mattress along with two pillows.
“Get under the covers,” Walker said softly.
