Page 37 of Sweetest Hate

Kellan turned and froze when his eyes locked onto my bare chest. Water rolled down my skin, and he seemed to follow the trail, heat in his eyes. My dick plumped the longer he stared, and he paused when his gaze reached my growing hard-on.

"Can you grab a towel and cover-up?" he growled, and the sound did nothing to soften my dick.

I hummed in response. "I could, but I don't want to."

"Arsen," he gritted through his teeth.

"Fine, but like I said, you've seen it before." I turned and retrieved two fluffy oversized gray towels from the open-faced cabinet.

"That doesn't mean it's going to happen again," he reminded me once again like I could forget.

With discipline I didn't know I had, I looked away while he shucked his clothes and stepped into the shower.

With one towel wrapped around my waist, I scrubbed the other over my head, drying my freshly shampooed hair.

"Does it matter which one of these I use?" he asked.

Not even thinking about it, I turned my head and paused. Even through the fogged glass, there was no mistaking the curve of his pale ass.

"Arsen? Does it matter…" Kellan glanced over his shoulder at me, surprising me when he didn't throw a fit about me watching. He cleared his throat. "Does it matter which body wash I use?"

Fuck yes, it did. He was going to use mine. "Use the one on the left."

"Okay." The cap snapped open, and I leaned against the counter, openly watching his hands glide over his skin. He could pretend he didn't want me as much as he liked, but the proof was there when he ran his hand down his cock. His rock-hard cock.

"You like me watching you," I stated, and even to my ears, my voice was rougher than usual.

"I figure if I tell you to stop, you're going to do it anyway." He sighed, but it came out breathier than normal.

He continued to rub his dick, and I wondered if he was doing it just to fuck with me or if he was struggling to keep up the bullshit lie about not wanting me. Something told me he needed me to be the one that made him admit it. He wasn't going to offer it on his own. My voice dropped an octave as his hand circled his dick and slid base to tip. "That why you're stroking your cock? Because it gets my dick hard? Or because me watching gets your dick hard? I could take care of that for you." He hesitated long enough for me to know he was considering the proposal. And I'd meant it. I'd suck his come straight down my throat. All he had to do was give me the green light. "You don't need to like me, Kellan. Not for this. You can like my mouth on your dick."

"We…" His voice shook. "People are going to think we're fucking around in here."

I lifted one shoulder. That wasn't a no. "They probably already think that."

"Arsen, people don't know I'm into guys." He sounded unsure but not as adamant about them not finding out as he had the first time I'd sucked him off.

I studied him, and he stared back, his gaze speaking volumes, but I wasn't sure what he needed from me. He had to decide to let people think what they wanted on his own. "They might suspect it now, and that doesn't seem to really bother you, or you wouldn't be here with me. Maybe you even want them to," I suggested, and clarity struck. He did want that. "You're tired of hiding it, aren't you?"

Instead of answering, he shut off the water and paused with his hand on the glass door. "Towel."

I made no move to grab the towel from the counter. "I think I like you like this. Being here with me. Right under everyone's nose with them none the wiser. How far are you willing to take it?"

He opened the glass shower door, soaking wet, dick hard, and let me stare. "If we do this, it doesn't mean anything."

I pushed off the counter, ignoring the comment. It didn't have to mean anything. It was about getting off, nothing more, but I needed clarification.

"This?" I asked. "You want just my mouth? Because this bathroom is fully stocked." I gave him a meaningful look as I bit my lip.

He sucked in a strangled breath. "Stocked?"

Was he really going to pretend he didn't know what I was talking about? "Lube and condoms, Kellan. I can fuck you until you can't remember your own damn name because it'll be my name on your lips. The feeling of my dick stretching your ass wide while you fuck yourself on it."

He swallowed hard. "It… It wouldn't mean anything. Okay?"

I ground my molars. "Never said I wanted it to. In fact, I could ride your ass all week, and it wouldn't mean a damn thing other than we both get off."

Kellan's nostrils flared, and he glanced down at the massive tent my dick made under the towel before his gaze snapped to mine. "Lose the towel."

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