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“Shut up.”
His eyes rove down my chest, all the way to my toes and then back up again, settling somewhere on my neck. “Oh my. Is that a hickey?”
He moves toward me and his fingertips brush the spot just under my ear.
I feel my heart rate triple. “You are joking right now, right?”
“Nope.” He pops the p and smirks at me. “It’s really big. I must have put a lot of time into that.”
“Fuck you.”
“I mean, you might have. Something was up my ass last night, I just can’t figure out what.”
He glances down at my dick and wets his lips. “Could have been that. Not as small as I thought now that it’s getting hard.”
I shift on my feet. “I’m a grower, not a shower.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I feel unreasonably insulted, so I grab on to my dick and pump it in my hand a few times, sensations flooding my body as I jerk myself to maximum hardness.
“There,” I say, my cock now jutting proudly out from my body. “Not small at all.”
Coop huffs a small laugh, peeking up at me through wet lashes. The diamond studs in his ears flash, and I feel myself shrink back slightly.
I’ve lost my goddamn mind.
Grabbing the shampoo from him, I squirt some in my hand, rubbing it aggressively into my hair. Some drips into my eye, and I hiss, moving toward the water to rinse it out.
I collide with Coop in the process, my hands moving to his hips to keep us upright.
“Ow,” I murmur as I blink under the warm spray. I try not to think about how I’m naked and pressed up against another man, especially with my dick fully hard now. Rubbing up against his wet, warm body is only making it leak, which is completely unacceptable. Thankfully, the sting in my eye is taking away from all immediate thoughts on the matter. It’s only when I feel his hands move up my back that I take a step away.
“Your eyeball looks very pathetic.”
“You look pathetic,” I retort, even though he doesn’t. We’re both hungover and sopping wet, and yet he still looks much more put-together than I do. It’s unfair, but then again, he’s Cooper Barone, trust fund kid to some kind of modern oil-tycoon parents.
I don’t fucking know the details, just the snippets I’ve heard from Beau.
“You have terrible comebacks. Now turn around. Let me get that cum off your back.”
I stare at him but do as he says, letting him rub some soap up my spine and massage my shoulders. I will never admit this, but I might sag into the embrace and let out a small happy sigh. It’s been a while since someone’s touched me like this. A long while.
Sue me for being a bit of a touch whore.
Or at least that’s what my ex called me.
She didn’t say those words nicely though. I don’t think she really liked how physically affectionate I was, how much I craved it. So I’ve tried to repress it, tried to be more of a man, but it seems my need for it has superseded all common sense because I’m leaning into Coop’s touch. Really leaning, if I’m being honest. I’m practically sideways.
“There, all the biohazards are gone,” Coop says and then removes his hands from me. I feel the loss palpably, but I tamp it down.
It’s so fucking girly to need this as much as I do. The cuddles and snuggles I crave have been pushed down and suppressed, killed off slowly by my parents and my girlfriends.
Straight men don’t behave this way.
And I’m straight. One hundred percent.
“Are you though?” Coop responds to my thought spoken out loud.
