Page 52 of The Chameleon

Elijah had the issue under control. Delivery wasn’t scheduled for another four days, so they still had time to maneuver.

Locking his phone, he listened to the water turn on in the shower, followed by the sound of the shower curtain being pulled closed.

Picturing Matteo naked in the shower… soap running down his back and slipping in between his perfectly round cheeks, had Ares’s dick getting hard.

Should he?

With an evil grin, he hopped off the couch and headed toward the bathroom.

Now would be the true test.

He gripped the knob on the door and turned it slowly. Bingo!

The door was unlocked.

Now, that couldn’t be a coincidence. If the man really hated him and didn’t want him walking in while showering, he would have locked his bathroom door.Right?

That’s a bit of a stretch,that pesky voice inside his head interjected.

Whatever.He was going in. What was the worst that could happen? Matteo yelling at him to get out and whipping a shampoo bottle at his head?

Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the toilet, pulled out his cock, then began taking a piss.

Moaning, he closed his eyes and let the sweet feel of relief roll over his body. God, taking a piss always felt so good.

Next to him, the shower curtain was yanked open as an annoyed Matteo popped his head out the side.

“Seriously? You couldn’t wait until I was done?”

The corner of Ares’s lip turned upward, amused. He loved pissing off the perfectly put-together Italian.

“You know, it’s not healthy to hold in your piss for too long. Do you want my bladder to explode? Or for me to die from kidney poisoning or something?”

“Highly unlikely. The wicked don’t die young,” Matteo responded in a flat tone.

It was nice to see he cared.

“So, you think I’m young, eh,” Ares answered with a smirk in his voice.

“Argh,” Matteo grumbled, finally giving up and pulling the curtain closed.

Now it was time for the real fun.

Ares stripped out of his clothing and tugged on his cock a few times for good measure because who could say no to a chubbed-up cock.

Then…

“Slide over, sweet cheeks,” Ares ordered, climbing into the shower and scootching up against Matteo.

“What the?—”

“Don’t hog all the hot water,” Ares complained, grabbing hold of Matteo’s ass and back while simultaneously spinning them around.

Water cascaded down Ares's head and shoulders as an angry Matteo stood there stunned, glaring at his unwelcome guest.

Ignoring thedaggers of deathstare being shot his way, Ares began soaping up his body, moving from his chest down to his rapidly growing cock.

“Here, let me give you a hand,” Matteo offered, taking the soap from Ares, then grabbing hold of Ares’s cock.

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