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His shoulders were slick and gloriously domed, like the muscles were awake after a strenuous swim. His chest and V-cut abdominals were so well defined that I knew Matthias trained hard.
Of course my eyes traveled lower.
Matthias was mostly hair-free with a shaved pubic mound while his glorious cock hung in a semi-erect state.
It didn’t take long for my mouth to water.
There was a chuckle and my eyes snapped up.
Matthias was not only aware of me, but had been for some seconds. He was holding the towel on ether side of his head, a lopsided grin on his face.
What does one do in this situation?
Flee? Apologize? Pretend sudden blindness?
It wasn’t uncommon to see other guys in the shower, but it was another thing to, well, leer at them.
I wasn’t a leerer…at least, not until now.
Then I noticed his split lip and wondered if it had anything to do with my bruised knuckles.
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MATTHIAS
I’d made a dare with myself: stay away from Ciaran at all costs.
If I ran into him in the course of the day, I’d be pleasant. I’d answer his questions.
But that was it.
I’d talk to Miss Paulina today about finding a room for him in the big house, because having one measly wall between us was not going to work.
Ciaran was within reach, easy reach. He was like an ice cream cone I didn’t get to finish, and I didn’t trust myself after having a taste last night. The gash marks on my lower back proved it.
I checked in on him this morning before heading down to the pool. Ciaran was still out cold, snoring up a storm. I removed the bucket so he wouldn’t see it upon waking. I didn’t think he’d remember events from last night, but just in case, I didn’t want the kid to feel like shit.
Franky hadn’t arrived yet, but it was early.
As soon as I changed into my competition swim briefs, cap, and goggles, I dove into the water. The cold water sluiced around me, waking my cells, activating my brain. The chlorine stung the gashes in my lower back, but I could deal with that.
From there, instinct took over. The water was my home.
If I was upset, I went into the water.
If I was happy, I went into the water.
If I was in no mood at all, I went into the water.
Today, I was angry at myself, at my actions from last night, so into the water I went.
Punishing myself, I pushed hard on my backstroke, with each relay getting slower and sloppier due to my shoulder.
It screamed at me.
I deserved the pain.
I deserved to suffer.
