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Hitting the button to slow the treadmill to a walking pace, I glanced over at where Liam was doing bicep curls in the free weights area in front of the wall of mirrors. He was so tempting—his muscles pumped, his hair damp with sweat, a look of intense concentration on his face as he completed his set of reps. His eyes suddenly snapped to mine, and I flicked my gaze to the windows, hoping he hadn’t noticed my blatant perusal. Outside, the rain lashed down, the strong winds sending it crashing against the glass, like it was trying to pound its way through. Normally I liked running in the rain—it was refreshing—but not when it was like this. So instead, I’d subjected myself to forty minutes of torture, watching Liam get hot and sweaty, and my imagination running wild picturing the other ways we could get all hot and sweaty together.
When I’d completed my cool-down, I wiped down the machine, then grabbed my water bottle and headed back into the changing rooms to shower. As I passed the free weights area, I kept my gaze averted from Liam. No point in torturing myself any further. We hadn’t done anything since Travis had almost caught us in the kitchen, and I was back to keeping my distance outside of group situations. I knew it was already too late—whether we entered into a casual arrangement or not, I was falling for him, and the time we did spend together, alongside our friends, only reinforced just how much I liked him as a person. It wasn’t purely physical anymore—far from it, in fact, and that was a big problem.
After getting my shower stuff from my locker, I quickly stripped down and wrapped myself in a towel, then made my way to the row of showers, picking the unoccupied stall at the end of the row.
The warm water beating down on me was bliss. I soaped my body up, dunking my head under the spray, and relaxed as the water washed away the sweat from my workout.
It took me a few seconds to recognise the light tapping sound on the shower stall door. My brows pulled together as I stepped out from under the showerhead, flipping the lock and opening the door a crack.
Liam was standing there, his chest bare and a towel wrapped around his waist.
My mouth dropped open.
“Uh. Can I borrow your shower gel? I forgot mine.” He was looking everywhere but at me, speaking in a quiet mutter that I could barely make out over the noise of the water pounding on the tiles.
Shower gel? Seriously?
I knew that it was a bad idea, knew that we’d agreed to take a step back while we figured things out, knew that one of us needed to be the one to say no.
But it didn’t stop me from opening the door wider.
His eyes raked over my naked body, a flush on his cheeks that could be attributed to the workout but hadn’t been there five seconds earlier.
I licked my lips. “Did you really come here to borrow shower gel?” My voice came out hoarse, and my body was reacting to his proximity in the most obvious way, my dick swelling under his gaze.
He raised his eyes to mine, and his pupils were so fucking wide and dark. “No.”
Without saying another word, I opened the door all the way and stepped back under the spray, still holding his gaze. His hands went to the towel, and in one smooth movement, he tugged it off and swung it onto the hook next to mine. Taking a step inside the shower stall, he slowly and deliberately closed and locked the door behind him.
Then he advanced on me.
I couldn’t breathe. I was frozen in place, the water raining down on me until his body crashed against mine. Then our mouths were clashing, and his hands were pulling me into him at the same time as he was pushing me back against the tiles. I pressed into him, and he groaned into my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine as I ground my rapidly hardening dick against his.
His lips moved to my neck, and then his teeth were at my throat, scraping across my skin, not quite hard enough to leave a mark, but I wished they would. I wanted him to claim me, to mark me as his.
When his hand moved to my ass, the other still cupping the back of my neck in a hard, possessive grip, all thoughts flew out of my head. Everywhere was hot, hard, and wet, and my senses were on overdrive. I got my hand down between us, circling both of our cocks, and he growled against my throat.
“Fuck,Noah.”
That was all the incentive I needed to move. I stroked us up and down, the water and the soapy shower gel running down my body easing the friction. He released his grip on my neck, sliding his hand down over my back and onto my ass. His fingers dug into the muscles as he pulled me impossibly closer, panting against my skin.
It was so fucking good.
Without warning, he pulled back and spun me around to face the shower wall. I threw my hands out, planting them on the tiles to balance me as he wrapped one arm around my waist, lining up his hard length with my ass cheeks. His other hand came down to wrap around my erection, and he began sliding his hand up and down my cock with firm, sure strokes that made my breath catch in my throat. My head fell back to his shoulder as I arched into his grip.
He put his mouth to my ear. “Good?”
“So good,” I moaned as he did a twisting thing with his hand that sent stars bursting across my vision. He thrust against me, his mouth going back to my neck.
“I wanna mark you up.” His low rasp vibrated against my skin. I was so close to the edge already, and his words pushed me over. My cock pulsed in his grip, painting the shower wall with my release. He groaned as he felt me coming in his hand, thrusting against me harder. “Fuck, Noah.Fuck.”
Still catching my breath, I pushed off the wall, spinning around, and dropped to my knees on the hard tile floor. Wasting no time, I gripped his thighs for balance and took his cock down my throat.
It wasn’t long before he was coming, and I was swallowing around his length, taking everything he had to give. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but I could hear his stifled moans over the noise of the shower, and his body trembled as he came.
Carefully climbing to my feet on legs that were suddenly weak and shaky, I let myself lean back against the wall. He crowded up against me, burying his face in my throat, and I put my arms around him, sliding my hands up and down his back in slow, measured strokes while we both came down from what had just happened between us. The water rained down on us, warm and soothing.
