Page 160 of Men in Shorts

And in the dairy section, when Liam pulled off his cap and stuffed it into his pocket, Robert realized he’d missed a major detail.

“Did you have a haircut?” he asked.

“Aye, a week ago.” Liam looked up from the two hunks of cheese he was comparing. “Just the usual. Nothing exciting.”

“Still, I didn’t notice, and I’m sorry.” When Liam shrugged, Robert added, “It looks good.”

“I know.” Liam grinned at him. “Thanks for noticing now.”

Robert stepped closer. “I’d like to take you home and make you feel more noticed than you’ve ever been in your life.”

“Oh. That sounds…” Liam paused. “My ears are turning red, aren’t they?”

“They are,” Robert murmured. “Almost as red as they do when you come.”

Liam let out a low curse, then tossed one of the cheeses into the trolley. “That’s me finished here.”

Robert glanced at the list in his hand. “But you still need?—”

“It can wait.” Liam headed toward the checkout tills at full speed.

“And also?—”

“It can all wait.”

Robert followed, unable and unwilling to argue.

Chapter5

Robert didn’t joinLiam in the shower, partly because it was too small to fit a pair of men their size, but mostly because he wanted to watch.

Built into the corner of the bathroom, the shower’s glass walls were fully transparent, not smoky or marbled or made otherwise translucent for privacy’s sake. So there was nothing to obscure the sight of Liam’s naked body.

Fully dressed and standing in the opposite corner, Robert simply observed.

They’d showered together many times, but he’d never noticed how Liam wet the bar of soap by lifting it into the water spray much farther than necessary—at nearly throat height—and turning his face aside to avoid the resulting splash. Did he think the soap got wetter faster by putting it closer to the shower nozzle? Perhaps it was a habit borne of the poor water pressure in his childhood flat. Robert remembered it well, as he’d lived with the Carrolls for ten months when he was sixteen, between the time of his father’s death and the start of university.

“You’re staring.” Liam’s voice echoed against the green tile walls. He met Robert’s eyes as he soaped his broad chest, then swept his fingers up beneath his rib cage to emphasize his abs.

“I know.”

“I like when you stare.”

“I know.” Robert licked his lips as Liam used one sudsy hand to stroke his cock and the other to reach back between his cheeks. Soon he would taste Liam everywhere, tracing his tongue over each angle and curve as if for the first time.

Just as steam began to obscure the shower walls, turning the spectacle from hardcore porn to softcore, Liam switched off the water and pushed the doors aside on their track. “Towel, please, my good man?”

Robert stepped forward with the towel, stopping just out of Liam’s reach. “Come here and I’ll dry you.”

“Oh, special.”

Robert started with his head, scrubbing the hair that had turned nearly black in its wetness, then worked his way down—quickly, because Liam was shivering.

He finished with Liam’s feet, then folded the towel and set it on the floor.

“What are you—ah,” Liam said as Robert knelt upon the damp towel. His next utterance was a series of rising gasps, in response to Robert nuzzling his balls. “Okay, this is seriously hot with me naked and you completely dressed.”

Robert drew his nose against the right side of Liam’s sack. “You smell good. I wonder how you’ll taste.”

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