Page 25 of Out of Sight

“Christ, Will, why are you naked?” The pure exasperation in his tone was enough to clear my head. I turned around, smacking a hand over my eyes when I could still see everything in the mirror.

“I’m just peeing, man,” Will said, like it was no big deal. Like he walked around naked all the time. My heart sped back up at the thought that maybe he did. “Woke up and had to go. Didn’t think to put on clothes.”

“Maybe try thinking a little harder next time,” Jim rolled his eyes. “Are you done? Peeing?”

Will nodded.

“Good, then get out of here. I’m guessing Claire probably has to go, too.”

He held his hands up in surrender, not at all embarrassed to be walking around in the nude. To be fair, he had enough going for him that was no surprise. “Can I at least wash my hands?”

“Do it in the kitchen. And after that don’t let me see you with your dick hanging out again!” Jim called after Will’s retreating form. He turned to me. “You good?”

I nodded, still a little stunned. I hurried to do my business after Jim left and speed-walked back to my room, one hand covering my eyes the whole time. The likelihood of seeing Will again, his naked cock still in his hand, was slim, but I wasn’t willing to take any chances.

There was too much stress and tension in my body from the last twenty four hours. After seeing every firm inch of him I couldn’t be sure I would make sound decisions where Will’s naked body was concerned.

ten

Will

Claire emerged from her room in the morning a bit after ten-thirty. Poor thing was fully dressed, staring at her feet with hands wrapped around her eyes to block anything else from her peripheral vision. She walked deliberately toward the bathroom, paused, took a deep (and adorable) breath, and knocked very firmly on the door three times. She waited a full five seconds before cracking the door open, peering inside, and then closing the door behind her.

The lock clicking into place was the final straw before I burst out laughing, Jim joining in from his place on the couch.

I just had to tease her when she emerged again. “You know, if you weren’t hiding you would have seen me here in the kitchen when you left your room.”

“I wasn’t hiding,” Claire lied easily. “I was just very focused on the task at hand. Kind of like you were last night when you had to pee and couldn’t be bothered to even put on some underwear.”

Her blush was the best thing to see in the morning. I wondered how far down her chest it extended.

“That’s what you get for assuming I wear underwear at all,” I joked. “You’re making an ass out of you and me.”

“At least I covered my own ass,” she retorted. “You couldn’t even grab a robe? A sheet?”

“Even if I had brought a sheet I probably would have dropped it on the ground while pissing. Plus I didn’t think of it. I’m just used to being naked in my own bed.” In reality, the only time I wore pajamas in the last decade was when I was incarcerated. I lived alone; who was I trying to impress? Why give myself more laundry to do?

“Only in your bed? Is that why you’re walking around here half-naked again, even after last night?” I looked down at my bare chest and shrugged. It felt weird wearing a coat without a shirt, and I was comfortable in my own skin. It didn’t even occur to me to just wear the coat anyway. “See, that’s just like a man. You walk around wearing—or not wearing—whatever you want and expect the world to adapt around you. If I walked around without my shirt on-”

“I’d fall to my knees and thank every god I’ve ever heard of,” I interrupted earnestly. “Please do.”

Claire turned bright red again. I was looking forward to whatever clever insult she was getting ready to throw my way, but Jim interrupted us.

“Okay, kids, settle down. Claire, coffee’s ready and Danishes are on the counter. While you get some caffeine and food in your system I’m going to get some clothes for us all so I need yoursizes.”

I told him mine, sipping my coffee curiously when Claire hesitated.

“Girl sizes are complicated,” she hedged. “Like, do you want a number or a letter size? Are you getting everything?” she gestured vaguely to her chest and crotch, making my throat a little tight. “It’s a little awkward, having some guy shop for you.”

Even Jim’s cheeks had a tinge of pink to them, but his face was relaxed. “Claire, I’m a professional, not a pornography director. I’m picking up necessities not shopping for lingerie, so let’s not overcomplicate it.”

Still blushing, she took a pen and notepad from them the countertop and wrote down her information. I wanted to check out her bra size like a pervert, but held back. Whatever numbers or letters fit her didn’t matter. All that I cared about was how her tits looked like the perfect size to rest in my palms. And they were so reactive! I was doing my best not to stare at her nipples today, but they were the highlight of all my favorite moments yesterday.

But I put it to the side. She made it clear that if I asked for more she’d say no…For now.

I shook the feeling of expectation away. She might never change her mind, and I’d get over it. Somehow. I looked up from my coffee mug, a little embarrassed to see her looking expectantly at me. Shit. Did she say something?

“What?” I asked stupidly.

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