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I hated Ryan.

Seriously. And I rarely ever allowed myself to feel that emotion. It was toxic.

Something else I hated?

“Spider,” I said, looking up into Ryan’s green eyes. “In the shower.”

The funny thing about hate, though? Sometimes it very much resembled its complete opposite cousin: love. Passionate, irrational, mind-altering.

As Ryan currently had my hardening cock against his own stiffening dick, hate became one of the last emotions I could even think about.

Love, on the other hand?

Yeah, I could see myself loving this.

Which was why I had to will myself to stop.

Maybe it’s not really hate that I’m feeling…“I, uh, you okay?” Ryan asked, his arms wrapped around me. I had my hands pressed against his chest. I could feel his heart beating against my palm through his white tee. And… holy shit. I was rock hard now. So was he.

But I didn’t want to separate. Not yet.

Ryan flashed me a cocky smile. “You know, if you wanted to cuddle with me, you could have asked.”

“Who says you aren’t the one who wanted to cuddle with me? Maybe you planted that huge hairy-ass spider in the bathroom?”

“Nah,” he said, “I’m deathly scared of those fuckers, too.” He pushed his hips forward. Gently, but enough for our hard lengths to rub together. Flames seared through any shred of logic I may have possessed. I wanted to get Ryan as naked and wet as I was. He lowered his hands, sitting them above my ass. I became hyperaware of how much water I dripped onto the floor, of how I must have been soaking through Ryan’s clothes, and yet he didn’t let me go.

“This is weird,” I said out loud but still didn’t budge.

I didn’t like Ryan. Or rather… I didn’t like this. The way this entire situation made me feel like I was doing something morally wrong. In reality, I barely knew anything about Ryan. I only knew about his father.

Maybe, in this case, the apple did fall far from the toxic tree?

“I like it.” His grip around me tightened, pulling me against him. God, he was so firm. I could practically feel each individual muscle of his ripple and shift under my hands. He was a Greek god, and I simply wanted to worship him. I wanted to run directly to his altar and drop to my knees. I wanted to…

Redpine Global.

Arch-nemesis.

Impossible.

The last strand of logic and morals I had left suddenly solidified. This wasn’t weird; it was wrong. Ryan and his family stood against every single thing I fought for in this world. No matter how hot he was, or how muscular he was, or how big his dick felt, or how funny he could be, or how interesting his hobbies were, or how… no. This couldn’t happen.

I somehow conjured the strength of an entire Spartan army and took a step back. I put both hands over my stiff dick in a small sign of modesty, although I noticed Ryan did nothing to hide the massive tent that had formed in his shorts. Fuck. I wanted to take care of it. I didn’t even care if I came or not; I wanted to focus on him. Make him see the stars before he blew his load down my throat.

“You’re so sexy, Jay.”

“And you’re bad news, Ry.”

Ah, damn it. A nickname. It had slipped out, and now there was no taking it back.

His face lit up. He fisted his stiff dick, gave it a shake through his shorts. “Why don’t we forget about the spider and focus on us instead?”

The temptation was intense. No one would know if me and Ryan fooled around behind closed doors. But if it ever got out… Activism was about passion, but it was also about reputation. How would anyone listen to my message if they knew I was sleeping with the enemy? I’d lose all respect, from others and from myself.

Or maybe it wasn’t even about any of that…

What would my dad think?

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