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And just like that, my dick’s ready to go again. And right here and now, I decide that I want to cross the final physical line with Remy. I want to fuck.

I pull his cum-coated lips to mine and try not to admit that out loud yet.

Chapter 31

I’m still half asleep, standing in my robe to watch the coffee maker drip way too slowly. I figure if I stare at it, it’ll work faster, but when the front door opens, my staring contest stops. Zahn struts in like it isn’t five in the morning, and I’m so surprised to see him that I don’t even say anything until he walks by me.

“What’re…”

“Can’t get in the damn shower at home. I’m using yours.” He goes straight into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

What the actual fuck? Am I dreaming about him so hard that I manifested him before the sun even came up?

The door opens and he stands there with a cocky, trademark Dare grin on his face. How is he so self-entitled this early? “Wanna come?” He blinks at me all sexy and cute like.

I look at him, then the coffee maker, then back at him. I’ve never showered with anyone before. Not even my ex. But the thought of him dripping with water that’s moving a lot faster than the drip of the coffee makes me want to run in there.

“Alright.” I push off the counter and join him in the bathroom.

Okay, first fucking shower. Here we go. I can handle this. It’s not really the nakedness that seems like a big step. It’s the intimacy of the act and the time of day. The task is so mundane, something I do every day by myself, but sharing it with someone feels so domestic, and maybe it’s the fact that I like that and what it means that signifies something bigger than a shower. I don’t know if we’ve ever done something so habitual together. Have we?

I mean, I guess we eat together all the time, sometimes sleep in the same place or have a morning routine, but not something as normal as a shower.

He strips down and I stare. When he gets in and leaves the curtain open, he stares while I undress. It starts off a bit awkward because we’re big and my shower isn’t fancy or anything special. Our bodies bump and neither of us know what to do about it until our dicks get hard and we pretend to ignore them.

But I can’t ignore him just standing there in the spray, wet and slippery and hard. He’s been working out, and fuck me, it shows. Some time ago, I started looking at him differently, and now, standing here in the goddamn shower with him, I’m not afraid to admit that I find him sexy.

Don’t people typically learn their sexuality way sooner than this? I’ve never even looked at a guy before, didn’t think I was interested, and… wait. I’ve looked at Gar. But he’s a different kind of sexy than Zahn is. Gar is cute-sexy, and Zahn is playful-masculine-sexy. Their vibes are different, and… I want Zahn’s.

But is it just his body I want? I’ve always loved him as my best friend, but I can’t decide if that love is shifting into something new or not. It’s hard to tell when he’s always been my person. It’s everything that comes with him and our bond that feels different. Our chemistry and our connection. The comfort level we have and the dynamic of our relationship. It’s the friendship we’ve shared and the memories that come with it.

I had an alright time with Cami the other night, but I felt the same way Zahn did. I just want him, and that isn’t just my dick. I told him I didn't want another guy touching him, but now I find myself wanting me to be the only one who can touch him. That’s a feeling. One that resonates in my gut and spreads up to my chest. It has nothing to do with my dick or what it wants from him.

I’m in my feels for Zahn. I just don’t have a name for it.

“Get out of your head, Rem,” Zahn says. He smirks, pushing my chest until my back hits the cool wall. “Need me to distract you?” He leans in, lips brushing over mine, taunting a kiss without actually delivering it.

When our cocks graze, I look down to admire how they look together. The heat of the water can’t touch my hot-blooded desire at the sight. Something shifts in my mind, and I realize that looking at my cock pressed up to another cock is what attracts me now. I can’t imagine anything else with such clarity anymore. This. This is the sole attention of my wants right now.

I rock my hips forward, bumping and grinding against him slowly. Experimentally. Our bodies slip and slide, our breathing intensifies, and Zahn’s hands land on my hips to keep me moving how he wants me to move.

“I’m thinking things, Remy,” Zahn breathes against my jaw. “Things I shouldn’t say.”

I grind against him, thinking those same things. The warmth and hardness of his body make me burn, but the feel of his slick dick against mine is going to push me over an edge I wish I could drag out. A part of me wants to drop to my knees and taste him again, but I’m selfish because this feels too good.

“Don’t.” I smack Zahn’s hand away from gripping us. “Keep doing this.” I grab his ass and pull him against me. “Come like this.”

Zahn smirks at me, catching my eye for a moment. “You thinking filthy things, Remy?”

“Yes.”

“About me?”

“Do you ever shut up?” I grind against him and he moans beautifully. “That’s better.”

“So. Fucking. Bossy.” He rasps, picking up the pace.

I don’t know what’s so damn hot about two bodies rubbing together, but I’m living for the rush it gives me. Gyrating and grinding, we come together in a mess of hot water, slick bodies, and a coating of cum that looks nice against our skin. I almost don’t want to wash it off my abs.

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