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“I’m stewing in jealousy.”
Ivan arched a brow. “Of church revivals and lock-ins?”
“Of the lucky bastard who got to coax you out of the repression,” Rory admitted. “The person who taught you how to kiss and who showed you how good it felt to have your dick in their mouth. I resent he got to see the look on your face the first time you went balls deep inside his ass.” Rory cocked his head to the side. “I’m assuming it was a guy.”
A dark shadow washed over Ivan’s golden amber eyes, and Rory realized the subject was a painful one for him. He was on the verge of diverting the conversation to something safer when Ivan nodded. “Yeah, a guy. I’ve only been with men. What about you?”
“Same. Gave my V-card to my high school boyfriend. It was less than memorable.” Not because the guy was a lousy lover but because Rory had started drowning his misery in booze. Their relationship hadn’t survived Rory’s stint in rehab, and he’d never attempted a serious relationship since.
Rory pushed up again, and this time, he barely pulled free without taking hair with him. “Let’s hit the shower. I’ll wash that off before it hardens to cement.”
Ivan’s gaze heated, and it didn’t take a genius to know where his mind had gone. They didn’t bother grabbing clothes but padded naked to the bathroom, where they kissed and touched while they waited for the water to get hot. Ivan stepped into the shower, and Rory became transfixed on the sight of Ivan naked and wet. When Rory didn’t immediately follow, Ivan slid the glass door open again and crooked his finger. “It’s lonely in here.”
Rory held up his finger. “Give me just a second. Hope gave me some products to test out. Don’t wash or touch anything until I get back.”
Ivan gave him a wicked smile and placed his palms against the shower wall. “Alrighty.”
Rory pivoted and rushed back to Ivan’s room to retrieve the items from the men’s line he’d chosen from Hope’s store. She produced a variety of scents, but he’d gone with the one that made him think of Ivan. She called it the Billiard Room. It smelled like expensive bourbon, wood, leather, and a hint of something smoky and fruity that reminded him of his grandpa’s pipe tobacco. The combination conjured a gentleman’s escape, and for all his roughly hewn edges, Ivan had a poet’s heart. No one would convince Rory otherwise. He’d only meant to grab the hair and body stuff, but he snatched the water-friendly lube she’d aptly named Splash Zone. Rory wasn’t sure either of them had any giddy-up left in the tank, but he was game to find out if Ivan was. And it could be a while before they had the privacy to test the shower lube without Dylan overhearing them.
“Finally,” Ivan said when he got back. His dick was amazingly at half-mast already.
“I thought I told you not to touch yourself,” Rory said, pointing at the obvious infraction.
Ivan smiled wickedly. “I didn’t. My current state happens when I think about how your wet body will feel against mine. I imagined running soapy hands over you from head to toe.” Ivan lowered his voice to a whisper. “Spoiler alert: I plan to linger in a few places.”
Miraculously, Ivan’s dick went from semihard to fully erect as he verbally mapped out the plans he’d made.
“I wasn’t gone long,” Rory said.
“An eternity,” Ivan whined. “Get in here.” He looked down and also seemed surprised at how hard he’d gotten. “Wow. That hasn’t happened for a long time.” He met Rory’s gaze once more. “The Rory Effect.”
Rory smiled at the reference to his YouTube channel. Did that mean Ivan had watched some episodes? A question for another time. Seeing Ivan’s desperation sparked his sleepy libido back to life. Rory didn’t trip over his own two feet while getting into the shower with Ivan, but it was damn close.
Ivan settled his hands on Rory’s hips and kick-started his heart. “What do you have there?”
“A two-in-one shampoo Hope swears won’t dry out your scalp or weigh down your hair and make it oily. Those shampoo-conditioner combos usually do one or the other or both. There are vitamins and essential oils in it to keep your scalp healthy and your hair looking good.” Rory set that bottle down on the noticeably barren ledge. He typically stocked his shower with a variety of body and hair care products. “This is a body wash with the same scent as the shampoo and conditioner.” Rory rattled off the name and scents he detected.
“Hope is a pure genius at marketing.”
“Absolutely,” Rory agreed, and he should know. “Um, this is a face wash. I left the toner, moisturizer, and beard oil in your bedroom. Not sure how much of that you want to try, but I’m excited to—” Ivan cut him off with a passionate kiss. Firm lips lingered, teased his mouth open, and reduced Rory’s limbs to the consistency of wet noodles. If not for the firm hands holding him upright, Rory would’ve been a puddle at Ivan’s feet.
“What’s that last one?” he asked. “Looks like water drops or jizz splatters.”
“I think it’s both,” Rory said. “It’s her newest lube called Splash Zone. It enhances—”
Ivan kissed him once more and snagged the product from his hand. He set the tube next to the body and hair care products, then hoisted Rory into the air and pinned him against the shower wall. The cold tile ripped the breath from his lungs in a ragged gasp, but the heat of Ivan’s big, muscular body made him forget about the shock. Rory locked his legs around Ivan’s hips and moaned where their dicks slid against each other. Ivan reached for the tube, tore the cellophane off with his teeth, and let it fall to the shower floor. His hips pinned Rory in place while he drizzled the liquid over their dicks as if he were pouring honey on biscuits. Ivan snapped the lid shut and set it aside, then he wrapped his fists around Rory’s wrists and pinned both his arms over his head. He dipped his hips a little lower then slowly rolled them up, making the sweetest, wettest friction against Rory’s dick.
“Ohhhhh.” Rory’s moan was long and needy.
Laughter rumbled from Ivan’s chest, and he repeated his dip and roll again, eliciting even sluttier moans. Attaching his lips to Rory’s neck, he kissed and licked the sensitive flesh while he frotted them to within an inch of their lives.
Rory’s breathing turned choppy and fast. “If you don’t let me c-c-come…”
Ivan nipped his neck and said, “You’ll do what?”
He was at the bigger man’s tender mercies, and he couldn’t fathom there being anywhere else he wanted to be or anyone else to share this moment with. “Die.” And it didn’t feel like a dramatic response. Rory was acutely aware of his body in ways he’d never experienced, as if everything had boiled down to this one moment. He would know the secrets to the universe with this one orgasm. Stupid, he knew, but no less true.
Ivan slowed his thrusts instead of speeding up. Rory voiced his frustration in a jagged moan and struggled in his embrace until Ivan soothed him with gentle kisses. “Or you’ll find out what it means to live,” Ivan whispered before capturing Rory’s mouth. The searing kiss amped the sexual tension right back up until they were rutting animals instead of men.
