Page 56 of Sapphire Spring

Mason was almost to the stairs when a force more powerfulthan reason took control of Naser’s voice.

“I want to watch.”

Mason stopped and turned.

Naser wasn’t sure he had the confidence to articulatefurther, but his next words came from him before he could stop himself. “Youguys were exempt from P.E. because you played a sport, but the first two weeksyou had to come to class for mandatory physical testing. And in the lockerroom, it was hard not to look at you. In the showers, it was worse.Soif you really want to give me what I want, what I wantedback then, MasonWorther, you’ll let me watch youshower. You’ll let me really look at you without being afraid to.”

Mason’s blue eyes twinkled.

Then he pulled his polo shirt up over his head, revealinghis sculpted torso. Naser’s still-wary gaze traveled from the hard ridges ofthe man’s obliques to the faint dirty-blond happy trail climbing from his flatstomach to the center of his rounded pecs. He let his gaze linger on those pinkand cream-colored nipples he’d wanted to suck and nibble until they were brightred.

“Let’s hit the showers,” Mason said, and then Naser waslistening to the man’s footsteps rattling the stairs, every bit of resistanceleaving him as he followed.

When Naser was halfway up the stairs, he saw Mason’s whitebriefs lying crumpled on the floor at the top.

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The bathroom, like the rest of thehouse, was all sharp angles and hard, shining surfaces. But the shower was agiant fish tank. Inside, a gloriously naked MasonWortherwas on full, sudsy display. As Naser stepped into the gathering steam, Masonrole-played the part of the oblivious, impossibly beautiful jock, eyes closed,head tilted back as he shampooed his hair while the spray sluiced down historso.

Naser told himself to wait, to keep his eyes above the waistfor at least the first minute or two, then reward himself with a glance southwhen resistance became torture.

Once again, he didn’t listen to himself.

MasonWorther, it seemed, liked tobe watched. His subtle performance was causing his cock to throb and rise aboveballs so perfectly sculpted Michelangelo probably used to dream about a setjust like them. Naser felt himself fall back against the edge of the counterbehind him. Allegedly his feet were touching the tile floor, but he couldn’tfeel them. His world was Mason. Mason FuckingWorther.Naked and exposed and sober and indulging Naser’s debauched request.

The glass door started to fog up. When it swung open, Naserjumped. “Deal’s a deal,” Mason said with a smirk, and that’s when Naserrealized he’d opened the door so nothing would obscure Naser’s view.

He’d dressed down that day to send the message he didn’tcare what Mason thought of his appearance, that everything this day wastotallycasual and nonsexual, got it? Now his baggy mesh gym shorts were doingnothing to hide an erection so painful it seemed ready to shred his briefs.

Mason wasn’t helping. He was leaning against the shower’sstone back wall, safely out of the spray as he soaped his chest and then theback of his neck. When he felt Naser’s focus on his face, he lifted his headand gave him a seductive half-smile that made Naser feel both molten andairborne.

“Not fair,” Naser said before he could stop himself.

“What?”

“I’d hoped you’d be small.”

Mason cackled. “Worried you won’t be able to take this—”

“No.I wanted you to have at least one physicalflaw.”

“I do. I’m a pale-skinned white boy, and that’s never reallydone it for me.”

Naser wastoowound up to laugh.

Mason stepped back under the spray and rinsed himself off.When he turned to face Naser again, his cock was standing at full, pornstar-perfect attention.

And there was that look, that long, lingering look that usedto say,I dare you to want me so we can punish you for it.A look thatused to fill young Naser with equal parts desire and dread before making himrun for his life. Now it meant something else entirely. Maybe it had alwaysmeant something else entirely. Maybe it had always meant,Come to me. Helpme shatter who we fear wehave tobe.

Naser couldn’t look away this time, couldn’t run. If he’ddone either of those things, maybe Mason wouldn’t have made his next move. Theman stepped forward and gripped the edges of the door. “You gonna get yourquarterback a towel,Nas?”

Naser’s breath left him in a low, trembling hiss. Withshaking hands, he picked up a fluffy bath towel from the pile atop the woodenstool inside the bathroom’s sliding door. Heart hammering, Naser started towardMason, who took a step out of the shower stall. He went to hand him the towel,but Mason turned his muscular back to him. A signal that made Naser suck a deepbreath through his nostrils.

“You gonna towel me off?” Mason asked quietly.

Naser answered by wrapping the towel around Mason’s back,the layer of fabric between him and the feel of Mason’s damp skin feeling likea tortuous buffer of a thousand miles. He rubbed the towel down Mason’s back,then sank to his knees so he could dry Mason’s ass. He was fighting the urge tonip at one of the cheeks when Mason turned, and suddenly his throbbing cock wasin Mason’s face. Naser’s vision spun, and he tried to suppress a throaty gruntbut failed.

The juxtaposition of Mason’s raging erection and the calmand casual expression on his face made Naser’s throatcloseupfor a second. He opened it with two quick swallows. “You like beinglooked at, don’t you, MasonWorther?”

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