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“That’s not cryptic at all.”

Just then, Kassian’s phone alarm goes off. A weird thrill goes through my stomach.

I have the most awful memory so Kassian has taken it upon himself to be my testosterone keeper. He makes sure to set an alarm and make sure I take my shot every week. When he learned I was terrified of needles, he took over doing my shot for me.

It’s one of my favorite times of the week.

Kassian turns his alarm off and tosses his phone onto the bed before standing up. “You want your shot before or after your shower?”

“We can do it now quickly.”

Kassian nods his head before digging through my luggage to grab the little zipbag I keep all my supplies in. We make our way into the bathroom. I sit on the side of the tub, watching him take everything out, lining them along the counter. He carefully opens the needle packs and tears open an alcohol wipe.

“Okay,” he says, turning towards me and waving me over. “Let’s see your fuzzy butt.”

“It’s not fuzzy,” I grumble, making Kassian giggle.

“It’s fuzzy and you know it,” he says with a grin. All of the worries from this morning seem to fade away now that we’re here. Kassian is still here. He’s still beside me. He’s not going anywhere.

“Whatever,” I say with a pout. “Just admit you think it’s cute.”

“You got me, bro. You’ve got a cute little fuzzy butt.”

I know he’s just teasing me but heat pools at the cheeks of my face. I like it when he compliments me. I like it when he calls me cute or handsome. I’ve always been a sucker for his praise.

I pull my shorts down enough to expose the meat of my right ass cheek. With gentle hands, Kassian rubs the alcohol wipe over the area he plans on poking me. Against my permission, a shudder runs through me.

The feeling of Kassian’s hands on me always makes my stomach flutter with excitement. We’ve always been kind of touchy-feely with each other, but moments like this feel different. We’re not roughhousing or goofing around. It’s gentle and sincere. It’s overwhelming because I want so desperately to feel him like this all the time.

“There we go,” Kassian murmurs to himself, turning around getting the needle ready. Once the syringe is filled with the T, he turns back to me. “Ready?”

I quickly look away, not wanting to see the actual needle. Instead of using my words, I nod my head.

Kassian pinches my ass. A moment later, I feel a poke of pain. My skin breaks out into goosebumps. I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from making a noise. Kassian is so close that I can smell the perfume he uses. His hair falls away from his shoulder, some of it touching the back of my arm.

Gods, I want him so desperately it makes me ache all over. The heat between my thighs throbs with want. Not even my fear of needles could dampen it.

“All done,” Kassian says, patting my butt, like he does every time he gives me my shot. I slide my shorts back up quickly, not wanting my ass just hanging out while Kassian throws everything away.

“Thank you.”

Kassian gives me a smile. “Anything for you, bro.”

He picks up all the supplies and leaves the bathroom. I quickly get naked and jump into the shower. The hot water runs over my body and I groan into my palm, frustrated with my body, my head, and my heart.

A hand finds its way between my legs and I stroke my hard dick, running my fingers over it quickly. I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to have Kassian touching me, how good his hands always feel against my skin. He’s so gentle, so soft with me. I wish he’d put his hands on other parts of me. I wish he’d put a hand between my legs properly. I wish I could kiss his lips and tug on his hair.

I gasp out as pleasure surges through me, pooling between my legs. I imagine what it would feel like to have Kassian inside of me while allowing one of my fingers to dip back past my dick into my front hole. I rarely touch this part of myself but thinking about Kassian touching me there, leaves my head spinning with pleasure. That’s all it takes for my orgasm to rush through me. I cup my dick, pressing the heel of my hand against the throbbing. I whimper softly, hoping that Kassian can’t hear me.

Slumping against the shower wall, I let the water run over me for a long time. I sit there until Kassian is knocking on the door, asking if I’ve fallen and hit my head. I chuckle as I let him know I’m okay.

My mind is still racing but at least the throbbing between my legs has been satisfied. For now, at least.

“Gods, I thought I was gonna have to call the fire department to drag you out of there,” Kassian tells me when I finally leave the bathroom. I can feel myself blushing but hopefully, Kassian assumes it’s from the hot shower I just took.

“Whatever,” I grumble. “Can’t a dude just enjoy the hot water for a while?”

“Can’t a bro worry about his bro?”