Tom woke from a fitful night’s sleep, his cramped legs aching, his body exhausted by fatigue. With a groan, he sat up and raking a hand through his sleep-tousled hair, he swung his legs over the edge of the couch and stood up. His limbs tingled with pins and needles—the end result of sleeping in a confined space—and he shook his arms and stamped his feet until normal sensation returned. Once satisfied he could move without fear of falling over, he headed toward the kitchen. He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast the day before, and his stomach growled in protest, the emptiness inside his gut completing with the emptiness inside his heart. The erotic images of Dennis and Jorge had infiltrated his dreams, except in his fevered vision, Jorge
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Seconds later, he heard the shower turn on, followed by the sound of water hitting the back of the stall, the steady thrum echoing throughout the small apartment. Slowly, an idea formed in Tom’s mind, the concept bringing a smile to his lips. It was providence, a sign from the Gods, and he could not let the opportunity pass without taking action. He’d procrastinated too long by allowing his fear to dictate his feelings. But all that was in the past. It was time to move forward, to push aside his misgivings and embrace life to the fullest. It was time for him to prove to Booker just how much he loved …show more content…
Naked, he padded across the living room floor, the erratic thump of his heart pounding loudly in his ears. His skin prickled with anticipation, the paleness of his face and the tremor of his hand betraying his internal struggle and the uncertainty of his decision. But he pushed through his anxiety, determined to carry out his plan. It was his time, and before he could allow his nerves to get the better of him, he inhaled a deep breath and opened the door.
A sudden gust of air rushed through the bathroom, the breeze rippling the shower curtain against Booker’s legs. Surprised, he pulled back the vinyl drape, his eyes widening as he took in his lover’s naked form. “Tom, what are you—”
“Can I join you?” Tom
Taking the soap from the holder, he lathered his hands in the scented foam. “This is what you like, right?” he purred his fingers tenderly caressing the taut flesh of Booker’s chest. “This is what make you horny.”
Uncomfortable with the way Tom was behaving, Booker slapped his hands away. “Don’t.”
Hurt by his lover’s reaction, Tom’s lower lip pushed into a pout. “Why not?” he sulked. “You didn’t seem to mind when he did
Seconds later, he heard the shower turn on, followed by the sound of water hitting the back of the stall, the steady thrum echoing throughout the small apartment. Slowly, an idea formed in Tom’s mind, the concept bringing a smile to his lips. It was providence, a sign from the Gods, and he could not let the opportunity pass without taking action. He’d procrastinated too long by allowing his fear to dictate his feelings. But all that was in the past. It was time to move forward, to push aside his misgivings and embrace life to the fullest. It was time for him to prove to Booker just how much he loved …show more content…
Naked, he padded across the living room floor, the erratic thump of his heart pounding loudly in his ears. His skin prickled with anticipation, the paleness of his face and the tremor of his hand betraying his internal struggle and the uncertainty of his decision. But he pushed through his anxiety, determined to carry out his plan. It was his time, and before he could allow his nerves to get the better of him, he inhaled a deep breath and opened the door.
A sudden gust of air rushed through the bathroom, the breeze rippling the shower curtain against Booker’s legs. Surprised, he pulled back the vinyl drape, his eyes widening as he took in his lover’s naked form. “Tom, what are you—”
“Can I join you?” Tom
Taking the soap from the holder, he lathered his hands in the scented foam. “This is what you like, right?” he purred his fingers tenderly caressing the taut flesh of Booker’s chest. “This is what make you horny.”
Uncomfortable with the way Tom was behaving, Booker slapped his hands away. “Don’t.”
Hurt by his lover’s reaction, Tom’s lower lip pushed into a pout. “Why not?” he sulked. “You didn’t seem to mind when he did