Page 28 of Saved By the Pitcher

Mike made James chuckle by miming that he was zipping his lips, followed by him giving a warning hand-signal to his crotch to behave.

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When James entered his apartment, Mike followed and was on him before he could shut the door. “Mike!” James chuckled. “Stop.”

Mike frowned. “Why? I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I saw you walk on stage.”

James chuckled. “I want to kiss you too, but then we’ll start doing more…”

“Yes, please!” Mike laughed.

“And I’m sweaty. I want to take a shower and be nice for you.”

Mike shook his head. “You are nice. You’re perfect.”

James put his hand on Mike’s lips. “Please. I don’t want to be self-conscious the whole time. I’ll be quick.”

Mike donned a mischievous smile. “Or you could let me watch you shower.”

“What? You’re into this watching thing, aren’t you?” James accused, though his slight smile showed he didn’t mind much.

“I’m into watching you,” Mike corrected. “Come on. You’re a performer. You can pretend you’re filming a sexy movie scene.”

James huffed, looking away from Mike’s face, then shrugged. “Sure.”

“Really?’

“Don’t make me re-think it,” James warned.

Mike snapped his mouth shut, then smiled. “Okay. No more talking from me. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.”

James smirked. “If you’re a mouse, you’d better be careful. I understand the apartment has snakes.”

Mike moaned. “Hmm, well this mouse is eager to see your snake, that’s for sure.”

James snickered. “You’re a freak. Come on, before my better judgment makes me renege.”

When they entered the bathroom, James maneuvered Mike into a sitting position on the toilet, which faced the glass-encased shower.

“Um, do you want me to close my eyes until you’re in the shower so you’re more comfortable?” Mike asked.

“Well, what would be the point of that? You might as well sit in the bedroom and wait for me, then,” James reasoned. When Mike shrugged, James shook his head at him. Then he lifted the hem of his polo shirt and pulled it over his head, baring the chest and stomach. James continued moving quickly, afraid he’d lose his nerve if he thought about stripping for someone who wasn’t removing clothes as well. He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, then pushed them down his legs and off his feet. James was wearing a pair of olive-green trunks that hugged his body. He looked over at Mike, wondering if he had, in fact, closed his eyes. He hadn’t. Mike was staring at him like someone had shown him the secret to eternal life. That encouraged James to continue. He slid the underwear down, revealing more and more of his long, thick shaft. Once he’d lowered the trunks well under his balls, his erection popped up. The heft of his member kept it from rising much above a forty-five-degree angle.

“Jesus,” Mike muttered. “That’s the most fucking gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

James pushed the trunks off his legs and turned to walk into the shower, knowing Mike was now gazing upon his ass. He hoped he liked it as much as he liked everything else.

Once he shut the shower door, James turned on the hot water and tried not to think too much about the fact that Mike was on the other side of the glass. He went through his routine as usual, washing his hair then soaping his body. James knew he was spending more time than usual washing his cock and balls, and the added attention kept him erect. The sound of the water was blocking any other sound in the bathroom, so James could only hope that Mike was still there and turned on. He reached behind himself to wash his butt, running a soapy hand deep into his crack to make sure he smelled as good as possible for whatever might happen. It was a bit embarrassing, but since there was so much steam by now, he was pretty sure Mike couldn’t see anything but shadows and blurred skin.

When he turned off the water and opened the shower door, Mike was still sitting, looking like he had been hypnotized, his mouth halfway open and his eyes transfixed.

“Towel?” James asked, hiding most of his form behind the fogged-up glass.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Mike gulped, rising from the can to grab a towel off a wall hook and handing it to James.

James dried himself behind the glass, then wrapped the towel around his waist. When he emerged from the stall, he wondered if his body hair, now darker and more pronounced from the water, would be too much masculinity for a man who had only been with women. He ran a hand through his locks then shook his head like a golden retriever to remove the excess water. “Uh, I could blow dry my hair so it looks nicer, if you want.”

Mike shook his head. “Please don’t. It’s sexy, and I want you too much right now to wait. You are the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on.”