Page 10 of Play With Me
I’m so fucked.
I wait until the crowd is focused on the game once more and then stand up and stride up the stairs and out of the stadium, pulling my hood off my head and gulping down long breaths.
Shit. I should never have come here tonight. I should have just stayed home.
But I came, and he saw me.
What the fuck do I do now?
I ignore him, that’s what. I’ll pretend he doesn’t exist.
I only go to the gym when I know Colton isn’t there. Don’t ask me how I figured out his schedule, or you may think I’m a stalker. But I did it for my sanity. It’s how I’m going to make it through the rest of this semester without him touching me again.
I don’t want him to touch me.
I never want it to happen again.
But my string of bad luck only continues because a week of successful avoidance ends when I see him unexpectedly at ten in the evening in the gym showers. I don’t know why he’s here so late.
But he is. And he’s completely naked, soap running down his tan, tattooed skin. His muscles flex as he rubs shampoo through his hair.
And these showers aren’t sectioned off for privacy. Of course they’re not. We’re men. We like to engage in homoerotic behavior like communal showers and call it straight. So, this is just one big tiled room with several showerheads on each wall.
And not a curtain in sight.
So, I can see it all.
And yes, I look. I can’t help it. He’s right there.
Thankfully, his eyes are closed, so I just stand in silence for a moment, my gaze roaming his chest and thighs before settling on his dick. It’s thick and long, hanging between his legs.
Goddamnit.
He has it all, doesn’t he?
Those eyes snap open, and I move into action, grabbing my bag and chucking it onto the bench behind me. It misses and falls to the floor. A muttered curse falls from my lips as I bend down to pick it up, setting it back where it belongs. But I know I’m blushing, and I know he can see it.
Fucker.
Without another thought, I pull my tank top off and peel my shorts down my thighs. I’m facing away from him, but when I turn around, I see that he’s watching me.
“You going to join me?” he asks, biting his wet bottom lip.
“Fuck off,” I murmur, but feel my cheeks heating.
Of course I’m going to join him. I’m not going to run away from this. I refuse to be scared off by his naked form, wet and slick under the spray of water.
This is my gym, too.
Thankfully, we’re the only ones here, so no one can see my blush but him. There are a few guys in the gym still working out, but no one is in the locker room except us. There’s no one here to witness what is probably going to happen to my dick.
As I step inside, I walk to the farthest shower from him. I can feel his eyes on me, a slick slide as he takes everything in. Whatdoes he think about my body? Does he like what he sees? I shake that thought away. No way am I going there. I don’t care.
I flick the shower on, cold water hitting me. A curse slips from my lips, and the bar of soap that was sitting limply in my hand falls to the floor. I can hear his chuckle echo around me.
He thinks this is funny.
Well, fuck him.
