Page 22 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“They’re delightful,” Nolan agreed, pulling him close.

The water pressure left something to be desired, but the water was hot and wonderful – and even better, his skin slipped and slid against Nolan’s as they crashed back together, water dripping from their lashes to their cheeks and spilling between their lips.

Reid cupped the back of his head and squeezed his hand around Nolan’s hip, placing a leg between his to push him back. Nolan hit the wall with a hum, and Reid molded it into a gasp as he slotted their hips and cocks together, hardening more with each touch.

“Fuck,” Nolan muttered, and Reid pulled back to see him.

His cheeks were flushed, either from the steam curling around them or arousal. Either way, he was adorably pink, lips wet and red, eyes glimmering in the dim glow as they traced over Reid’s figure.

“You’re like, really hot,” Nolan whispered, eyes flicking back up for a moment. “You have tattoos.”

Reid’s lips twitched, and he brushed his thumb over Nolan’s hip, because he couldn’t stand not to touch him. More more more.

“I take it you like tattoos?”

“I guess so,” Nolan answered, swallowing.

Blinking the water from his eyes, Reid tilted his head. “Do I… do I make you nervous, Nolan?”

Nolan nodded. “I thought it was rather obvious.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, you make me nervous, too,” Reid said.

Nolan’s hair was sticking to his forehead, water running down his jaw, the side of his neck, over his shoulders as the spray grazed them both.

His nose scrunched up in the cutest way as Reid’s words registered. “I make you nervous?”

Reid reached for the little travel-sized body wash on the inset shelf, took the offered cloth, and lathered the citrusy soap between his hands.

He reached for Nolan, pausing before he met his skin. “Yeah. You do,” he answered honestly, and finally laid the wet cloth against his chest. “You’re this fancy rich guy, and I’m basically your Pretty Woman,” he teased.

“Stop it,” Nolan scoffed, chest lifting beneath Reid’s touch. “Though you are pretty,” he said with a soft little smile that threatened to melt Reid where he stood.

Reid rolled his eyes to disguise how pleased he was by the compliment, his cheeks threatening to flush like Nolan’s often did. Nolan lathered up his own cloth, and the citrus and floral scent filled the steamy enclosure.

“This is okay on your feathers?” he asked, and Reid swayed toward him.

“Yeah,” Reid rasped, voice thick with emotion because he’d cared to ask.

It was intimate, showering with someone else, but most of Reid’s attention was drawn to the way Nolan shifted under his touch. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the strong biceps he’d been hiding under his button-up, how his hands moved over Reid’s skin.

How he threaded his wet hands through Reid’s long hair and pulled him forward when he clearly couldn’t take it anymore.

They slipped and slid together, bubbles rushing down the drain as they kissed. Reid sipped the water straight from Nolan’s lips and tasted the little noises he made, wondering if he knew what those noises were doing to him.

He pushed his hips into Nolan’s, cocks slipping alongside each other.

“Oh,” Nolan murmured, bucking against his touch. “That’s…”

“Yeah,” Reid nodded, slipping a hand between them to stroke them together, letting Nolan feel the swelled ridge beneath the head of Reid’s cock against his own. They rolled their hips together, breaths drawing short, pleasure striking up his spine.

Eventually, between messy kisses and long glances, they deemed themselves clean and collected towels. They’d barely dried off before Nolan was tugging Reid into the next room, pushing him back on the bed and straddling his thighs.

“Oh,” Reid said, echoing Nolan, the single word cut off again by Nolan’s lips. Nolan ground his hips down, swallowing the groan that spilled out of Reid, and how—when had blushes-like-a-virgin-business-nerd Nolan decide he was going to take charge?

Reid squeezed Nolan’s hips, dragging him in again, grinding and panting together. He slipped a hand between them, thumbing over the heads of their cocks and collecting the slick there before wrapping a hand around the both of them.

A broken sound poured from Nolan, and Reid grinned in victory against his lips.