Page 36 of Beautiful Dark Temptation

I turned him around and led him into thetub, stepping in behind him with my clothes on. Getting my clotheswet made things uncomfortably cold and I thought it ridiculous, butbeing naked with Kieran was dangerous. I wasn’t going to gothere.

He leaned forward, under the spray and I gota good look at his naked back. Scars of various sizes marred hisskin as if someone had taken a whip to him. No way. Just no. Thescars on his back meant something. Pain. Tears. I didn’t want tothink about Kieran under the whip.

“Stop. Touching me,” he grumbled like aprickly old man.

I realized I had used my free hand to run myfingers over the scars while I kept hold of him with the other armaround his waist. “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“This doesn’t look like nothing.”

“Okay, how about none of your business.”

I was pretty sure he would’ve shoved me awayfrom him if he had the strength for it. I didn’t listen and trailedmy finger down the arch of his spine, down to the top of his ass. Iwanted to touch him everywhere. Why did I want to touch himeverywhere?

“I’m not gay,” he said with littleconviction.

“Okay,” I said, not really caring. But Iremoved my hand. Taking advantage of him hadn’t been the reason whyI joined him in the shower.

“Don’t, stop. Fuck. Just.”

I think I knew what he wanted, and when hedidn’t curse me out for touching him again, I kept touching him. Igrazed my fingers against his scars, then lowered my hand down thepath of his spine and slipped my fingers into his crack. Not deep,not touching anything, just feeling him. So smooth with patches ofhair in certain places, like his lower back, his ass. I cupped oneglobe and squeezed gently, massaging. Just massaging. And loweredmy hand to the back of his thighs, then back up. Touching himignited heat in my lower belly and my dick started to swell. Iwanted to let him go and give him a better rub down with bothhands, but I was afraid he would fall.

After a few minutes of touching him, Igrabbed the soap. This time, I ran it over everywhere. I dipped myfinger into the crack of his ass, grazing his taint and rubbing thepucker of his hole. He tensed for a second before a quiet moanescaped his parted lips. I wondered if he’d let me push in deeper.The thought made all my insides heat up despite the tepid water.After grazing it a few times, I washed his legs. They were musclyand filled with light dusting of hair. The whole touching so damnweird. He was a dude. I’d never touched a dude this way before andI liked it. Then I slipped my hand around his hips, following the vindentation, until I lathered the length of his cock. It feltsmooth, long, thinner than mine. I had to take a better peek at it.It was uncut with a blunt tip. I gripped it tighter, the smoothglide made it easy to work up and down. I ran my thumb along hisslit, smoothing out the soap. He gave a little hiss and thrust hiships deeper into my hand. His skin was soft, like smoothvelvet.

“Let me?” I asked, not sure if he would pickup on what I was asking.

He nodded. And I tightened my grip on hisshaft and started pumping as he thrust his hips into my fist. Myown cock pressed against the back of my zipper. I thought aboutjust taking it out and sliding it between his ass cheeks. See howfar he’d let me go. But I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t want him topush me away in this. I could figure out my own shit later. Rightnow, I wanted to pleasure him. To see his orgasm tear through him.To hear him moan louder. I trailed my lips against his shoulder, upto his ear. I didn’t kiss him. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what I wasdoing, what I was feeling. This wasn’t okay. I should’ve beenfreaking out. This meant I was gay, or at least bi. For a moment Ithought my father would kill me. Miguel would kill me. But then Iremembered they were dead.

He jerked a few more times into my hand andcame silently onto the tiles in front of him. I waited until hestopped trembling to run the water down the mess and wash himagain. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything.

I helped him out of the shower, trying notto slip in the wet tile. He took a towel and covered his hips. “I’mfine,” he said not sounding fine at all. “Don’t slip.”

Then he walked out of the bathroom, closingthe door behind him.

I didn’t change out of my clothes. Instead,I dried as much as I could, picked up my shoes with my phoneinside, and walked out. He was already under the covers. “I’llcheck up on you later,” I said.

“Don’t bother,” he grunted.

Stubborn ass. I walked out, changed into dryclothes in my room returned with a glass of water and more juice,just in case.

He grunted again.

“Is there anything else you need?”

“No. Thank you.”

I put everything back, even picked up hissocks that had fallen on the floor and put his t-shirt in thehamper. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t just leave him alone. Hewas lying down, staring at the ceiling.

“How long have you been diagnosed?”

“I’m not doing this with you.”

His attitude pissed me off. “Well,” I said,pulling the chair closer. I sat down smug as hell. Even put a smileon my face. His eyes narrowed. “Fox didn’t want you to go to thehospital here. Means you’re hiding this from the administration,means you don’t want your family to find out.” I got to my feet incase he got his strength back and decided to kill me. “And,” thiswas the lowest blow of all and I knew it. “You’re gay. And if yourfamily is anything like mine, they will put a bullet in your head,if not exile you and let someone else they pissed off put a bulletin your head, if they find out. Meaning it’soursecret.” Imade sure to stress theourpart.

He shifted in the bed as if he meant tolaunch himself at me. Except at that moment, his friends hadarrived. Their talking and laughter just outside the door.

“I’m not so far gone that I won’t make youdisappear with that information.”

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