Page 16 of Puck of My Life

I shrugged. “There are different kinds of cold, but I’m hoping one kind has been banished.”

He ruffled my hair. “I think I know what you’re talking about.” He put a finger to my lips. “Let’s leave that in the past.”

Neither of us spoke, and I pictured the cold shattering like ice and the jagged pieces flinging themselves out the window before melting on the ground.

I turned on the water, and with one hand around Walter, I tested it, making sure it was the right temperature.

A smile tugged at his lips, and when I raised a brow, he said, “Not too hot or too cold. It’s just how I like it.” He kissed the end of my nose, and I guided him under the water.

Watching the water droplets stream over his skin, I had the urge to get naked and take him to bed. But despite me needing and wanting him, this should be a tender moment where I tended to him and got rid of that other man’s scent.

Walter took the sponge and squirted shower gel on it. He held it out. “Over to you, as you’re the one who thinks I smell.”

“That’s not⁠—”

He shushed me with a finger to my lips. “You’d better not mess up that fancy suit,” he told me as he fingered the lapel.

I shucked my clothes in record time, and Walter lowered his eyes to my crotch. His lips parted, and I caught a glimpse of the tip of his tongue. I froze as I held the sponge, and shower gel dribbled onto Walter’s chest and mingled with the water trickling over his wet skin and lower to his happy trail.

Struggling to breathe, I pictured Walter on my bed, his legs splayed and his finger penetrating his hole, telling me to hurry up.

“Hurry up.” He placed a hand on my chest. “Is something wrong?”

The warmth from his skin generated heat on mine, despite the water, and I glanced down, expecting a scorch mark.

“Nope.”

I got behind him but not close enough so we were touching. He peered over his shoulder, locking his eyes on mine as I placed the sponge on his skin and traced it around his nipple. Walter flung his hand back, grabbed my hair and tugged hard. We both moaned, and I tweaked his other nipple as pain combined with pleasure.

“More, please,” he begged.

As I caressed him with the sponge and made circles around his belly button, his head fell onto my shoulder, and I kissed his brow. I stroked him with the sponge, down his spine to his butt, and he gasped when I parted his legs and grazed his balls.

“Do I still smell like someone else?” He pressed his wet body against me, and blood rushed to my arousal, swelling it further.

“I still have work to do.” Every pass of the sponge took a little more of the other man off him and gave me back my Walter.

With a hand on his waist, I steered the sponge over his hip, massaging his skin until I reached his length. I slid it from base to tip and back as his cock responded.

“Do you like that?”

“Mmmm.” He yanked my hair again, and I relished the sharp pain that wasn’t hurt but want.

I dropped the sponge, and we both peered at it, being pelted by the water.

“Oops.” Wrapping my arms around him, I took hold of his length. His body heaved against mine when I slid my clenched hand over the shaft.

Walter raised both arms over his shoulders and curled them around my neck. He spoke against my wet skin and asked if he could have more.

“I love your hands on me, but I need something in me.”

“As in⁠—”

“Your cock in my hole.” He twisted around. “No more wasted time, Archie. Life is short, and we’ve been apart for too long. I want you.”

I nudged the shower off and lay him on the bed.

He got up on both elbows. “I’m slippery and wet.” He splayed a hand on his belly. “The sheets are wet.”