Page 97 of Slew Foot
Rafeknewhe was being stupid, worrying so much about Mickey when he’d seen other guys get hurt worse and never acted likethis before. He’d never bolted off the bench to check on a teammate. He’d never badgered his way into their shower with the stupid excuse of being worried they’d hit their head.
No. Mickey was clearly different.
Rafe hadn’t even been like this withLogan.
“Are you going to just stand there then?” Mickey asked, scrubbing shampoo into his hair.
Rafe blinked, focusing on his face. “What do you want me to do?”
Mickey let out a weird laugh that sounded like it was being strangled out of him. “You have no idea.”
“So tell me,” Rafe said.
But Mickey shook his head, finished scrubbing, then tilted his head back to wash the foam away.
A trail of bubbles slid down his neck and before Rafe could stop himself, he followed the trail of it, watching as it wandered over Mickey’s firm pecs, flat abs, finally slowing when it reached his pubic hair.
The hair was darker than the hair on Mickey’s head, but not by much, and right in the middle of it was a very hard cock.
Rafe swallowed thickly.
“You’re hard,” Rafe blurted out before he could stop himself.
“Yeah,” Mickey rasped, turning his hips away, like that was going to hide anything. “Sorry. It’ll go away.”
“No, it’s flattering,” Rafe said truthfully.
“You say that like any human being with a sex drive wouldn’t get hard at the sight of you,” Mickey said with a snort.
Rafe shrugged, glancing down at his now-wet athletic shorts. He was definitely getting hard too. “Tanner didn’t get hard when he showered with me when I was sick.”
“Oh.” Mickey blinked.
“And he’s like the horniest guy I know,” Rafe pointed out.
Mickey laughed, finally relaxing a little and looking more like his usual self. “True. Still. I mean, youknowI want you. But I don’t mean to make it awkward.”
“I know,” Rafe said. And he did know both of those things.
But he also couldn’t stop staring at Mickey’s cock.
It was uncut and a nice size. Notcrazyhuge or anything ridiculous but the right size for his body. The kind of cock that would feel nice in Rafe’s hand.
He swallowed hard, surprised by the sudden desire to reach out and take his dick in his hand and stroke.
It was uncut. The shaft curved upward and had a big, flared head that would feel so good fucking him.
Rafe shivered, imagining Mickey pushing him down into a mattress, one palm between Rafe’s shoulder blades as he pressed slowly into his ass … Rafe suddenly couldn’t think of anything else. Couldn’t breathe from wanting it so much.
“Rafe?” Mickey whispered.
“Yeah?” he said, not much louder.
“I don’t mind you looking at me but, uh, it’s not exactly helping this go away.” Mickey gestured vaguely toward his groin.
“I know.” Rafe swallowed, his skin buzzing, gaze still locked on Mickey’s dick. Rafe could almost imagine what it would be like if he took Mickey’s cock in his hand. How his skin would be slick from the water and how it would feel to grip it and stroke. To kiss Mickey while he rubbed his cock and hear him moan against his mouth.
“You’re—you’re, uh, getting hard too.”
