There’s only one stall with water running, so I make my way toward the back.
I pause when I see him, his back turned toward me, one hand braced against the wall, his head tilted under the stream. My eyes follow the water running down the line of his spine, over the tight curve of his ass, and I have to bite my damn lip. He’s not even doing anything. Just standing there, washing off a brutal practice. And I’m already hard as fuck.
I could look at him for hours and never get tired.
I lean a shoulder against the wall and let my voice cut through the steam. “Pretending I don’t exist again?”
He startles, glancing over his shoulder. His brows pinch and the panic is already in his eyes. “What are you doing?” he hisses. “Someone could come in.”
I push off the wall and step into the stall with him, shaking my head. “They’re all gone.”Mostly.
Nathan swallows hard, watching me like he’s not sure whether to believe it.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this.
Wet, flushed, and mine. Even if only in this quiet, steamy bubble where no one else exists.
“Wanna tell me why you looked like you were about to punch me earlier?” I cock my head.
The water keeps running behind him, the steam curling around us and he exhales, running a hand through his damp hair looking at anywhere but me. “You flirted with Miles.”
I let out a scoff. “I flirt with everyone. It’s part of my charm.”
His eyes snap to mine, the muscle in his jaw tight. “Yeah, well. I don’t like it.”
That makes me pause. “Wait… you were jealous?”
He doesn’t answer at first, just drops his gaze again and rubs the side of his neck. The muscle on his jaw jumps and he blows out a heavy breath. “Yeah,” he admits.
I blink at him for a beat, caught completely off guard and I notice the stiff set of his shoulders, the frustrated huff of breath through his nose, the way his fingers curl into a fist like he’s mad at himself for even saying it.
I try to cover my surprise with a smirk, but my heart does a little stutter. “I was just throwing him off,” I say, stepping closer to him. “You know that, right?”
He looks up at me, his throat moving when he swallows harshly. “I still didn’t like it.”
I erase the distance between us until our chests brush together. “Believe me, baby. I don’t want him.”
“No?”
I shake my head, brushing my thumb across his bottom lip. “I want these lips.” I watch his breath hitch and lean closer, glancing up at his lashes. “These eyes.” My palm finds his firm ass, and I squeeze. “This ass.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut.
I lean in, brushing my lips over the edge of his jaw, then down to the spot behind his ear where I know he’s sensitive.
He shudders. “Logan?—”
“I like you jealous,” I murmur. “Didn’t know that was a thing for me, but fuck it turns me on.”
He can feel it, given that my cock is hard as steel between us. His cock hardens almost immediately and brushes against mine, lighting me on fire.
My hand slips around his hip, tugging him forward so our cocks brush together and he lets out the most delicious gasp when I wrap my fist around both our lengths.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “This is so?—”
“Hot?” I tighten my grip, my palm sliding slowly up the slick length of both our cocks. His breath catches in my ear and I feel him twitch against me.
“Dangerous,” he corrects me, shaking his head. “What if we get caught?”