Page 33 of Game Changer
Kip laughed. “Yeah. Definitely. But I could use a shower first.”
Scott was on his feet in one quick and very athletic move. He held out a hand for Kip, which Kip took, grinning. Scott kissed him after he hauled him to his feet and led him into the spectacular bathroom.
The en suite bathroom was larger than Kip’s bedroom. It was larger than hisparents’bedroom. It had a giant soaker tub in the middle of the room, and behind that, a stone tile wall that hid a corridor-style shower with open ends. The center of the ceiling of the corridor was a giant, rectangular rain shower with pot lights at either end. The walls were all quiet, gray stone tile. It was sexy as all hell.
Scott turned on the shower with some fancy knobs, and water rained down from the ceiling. He stood under it and pulled Kip against him.
Kip lovedthe shower almost as much as he loved making out with Scott Hunter in it. The water traced Scott’s muscles as it flowed down his ridiculous torso. Kip bent to catch one rivulet in his mouth, as it was about to drip from the crease of Scott’s thigh, then followed the reverse of its path with his tongue.
“Kip. God.” Scott shuddered above him as Kip licked the grooves of his abs. Scott hauled him up and pushed him back against the wall, kissing him wildly.
It was incredible: They’d been doing nothing but getting each other off all afternoon, but they still couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
They did manage to clean themselves eventually, using Scott’s excellent-smelling (and no doubt expensive) soap and shampoo. By the time they left the shower, the bathroom was thick with steam and Kip wasstarving.
He threw his jeans and T-shirt back on. Scott, to Kip’s delight, wore only a towel around his waist as he ordered food on his phone. It didn’t surprise Kip that Scott was very comfortable with his body; he had spent a lot of his life wearing nothing, or next to nothing, in locker rooms full of people.
“There’s a place nearby that makes amazing ravioli,” Scott said. “Sound good?”
“Perfect.”
Scott did eventually put some clothes on, and joined Kip on the couch to wait for the food.
“Hey,” Kip said, “are you going to that fancy Equinox Gala?”
Scott looked at him curiously. “Yes, I confirmed I would be there. Why?”
“Oh, just... I’m going too.”
“Working?”
“No! No, I... My friend invited me.”
“Oh!” Scott said. Then, “Oh god, I’m sorry, Kip. I shouldn’t have assumed—”
“Nah, it’s okay. I mean, obviously it’s weird for someone like me to be attending a gala like that. As a guest, I mean. But Elena—my friend, Elena—she works for Equinox and she wants me to be her date.”
“Is she the one you brought to the game?”
“Yeah. She’s my best friend. Really amazing person.”
Scott nodded.
An awkward silence fell. Kip couldn’t be sure what Scott was thinking about, buthewas sure wishing he could be going as Scott’s date. He imagined dancing with him in that fancy ballroom, both dressed to the nines, cameras flashing...
The dream faded.
“Anyway,” Kip said, “I’ll be there.”
Scott was frowning and looking away. Kip waited for him to say the words Kip had known were coming, but dreaded hearing.This has been fun, but I don’t want you getting any ideas...
Instead, Scott stood and asked, “Would you like something to drink? A beer or something?”
“Sure,” Kip said, surprised but trying to act cool. “Yeah, a beer would be great. Anything.”
Scott nodded and went to the kitchen.
A weird tension had filled the room. Kip didn’t like it. What had he been thinking, bringing up an event they would both be attending in three weeks? It had been stupid. He shouldn’t have assumed...
