Page 28 of Agony

“I can’t…” he protested.

His words petered out when he found himself pulled beneath the hot spray.

The walk-in shower could easily accommodate five people and he forgot what he wanted to say at the moment.

When Justice ran soapy hands over his warm body, caressing every scar he found, Fisher panted. And when Justice started on his cock, Fisher was protesting, but this time in a very different way.

Much later and when the water was cooling, Justice pulled him from the shower and left him alone after handing him a towel, a pair of gray sweats, and a black t-shirt with socks.

Everything was miles too big, but he tied the drawstring on the pants and made do until he could retrieve his gear from home.

Fisher sat on the edge of the bed and ran a towel half-assed over his wet hair.

Justice returned and handed him a glass of orange juice, and Fisher chugged it before setting the empty glass aside.

Wearing only a pair of ripped, faded blue jeans that rode low on his hips, Justice was a wet fucking dream and he had to wonder what the hell the guy saw in him.

He was a mess. He had problems. Justice had no fucking idea. He should leave.

Yet, he couldn’t help but stay. He’d been attracted to Justice from the moment they’d met, but he’d never thought it would be reciprocated.

Until it was.

When the grief from Mouse had been too much, Justice had been who he’d gone to see.

And here they were.

He found it weird that he was starting to trust Justice more than anyone in his life. Maybe even more than Echo and Rogue.

And that was saying something because trust wasn’t in his nature. It was something he’d lost a long fucking time ago and he’d never thought he’d get it back.

When Justice took the towel from his hands and started drying his long dark hair, Fisher closed his eyes and dropped his head back.

Fuck, he was so tired.

Bones weary all of the sudden…

“Come on, lay back and rest.” Justice eased him down on the bed.

Ahhh…

Fisher let out a sigh of relief. The pillow felt nice and he sank back into it, his muscles relaxing, his arms and legs feeling like lead. Like he was sinking into a warm, comfortable embrace.

He rolled his head to the side and smiled at Justice, who reached out and brushed his long damp hair away from his face. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but a heavy weight was dragging him down.

Something niggled at the back of his mind.

But floated away in the next moment.

“What are you looking at?” Steel asked, trying to glance over his shoulder. They were the same height, so it was a challenge.

Justice closed the app and tucked his phone away before shooting his friend an annoyed glance.

His buddy smirked back at him.

He’d known Steel since the Army Special Forces and he had been hella surprised to find the guy working for Genesis. From the moment of reconnecting, he and Steel had hung out shooting the shit and made it a point to drink as many beers as possible when they did get together. He had to admit that it had felt really good catching up on old times.

Saying that Steel was striking would not do justice to the man. With dark hair and equally dark scruff on a square jaw, Steel had a very sexy vibe. The man was covered with muscles and tattoos…those along with eyes the color of blue steel had heads turning wherever they went.

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