Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Looking stunned, Brian nodded.
“Then that should answer your question.” He reached his right arm over his shoulder and pulled off his shirt. “I’m getting undressed. If you don’t want to see even more of my pale, boney body, avert your gaze.”
Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, Brian remained in place as Keith stripped off the rest of his clothing. When Keith pushed the curtain aside and raised his foot to climb into the tub, Brian shook off his stupor and grasped him again. “Wait. I’ll go in with you. I don’t want you to fall.”
“I’m not going to fall. But sure.” He leaned his left shoulder and hip against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ll need to take your clothes off first. I’m excited for the show.”
“I don’t understand you,” Brian said quietly.
Keith wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or to him, but he answered anyway. “You don’t understand why I’d want to watch you get naked?” He arched his eyebrows. “Have you come across a mirror lately.” He tilted his head to the right. “There’s one right there. Take a look and you’ll get it.”
“How are you like this? You were almost dead.”
“I’m sure it seemed that way, it always does, but…” He shrugged. “I actually feel better than I have in years.” He looked meaningfully at Brian’s shirt. “Go on, take it off.”
“You’re serious? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I’ve been angry at Mother Nature for a very long time. I’m pretty sure you’re her apology gift.” He straightened and dropped his arms from his chest. “Should I unwrap you myself?”
“Nobody’s ever talked to me like this,” Brian said, sounding and looking dumbfounded. “You’re very assertive.”
“That’s in our nature.” He moved his hand back and forth between them. “But don’t worry. I’m all talk. Having your arm around me is the closest I’ve come to another person without violence being involved.” He licked his lips and then chewed on the bottom one. “We’re losing hot water. Should I get in or are you going to…” He pointed the same hand at Brian and moved it up and down. “Because if you’re getting undressed, I’ll wait. I don’t want to miss the show.”
After several seconds of hesitation, Brian said, “Fuck it,” and yanked off his clothes.
“Very nice.” Keith dragged his gaze over his mate’s body. Firmly muscled legs, a thick cock and well-sized balls, a flat stomach, lickable nipples, and a kind face. “Let’s see the other angle.” He raised his finger and twirled it.
Brian gaped at him yet again.
“Come on, mate.” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Show me that ass.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Though he looked hesitant, Brian turned and glanced back at him.
“Very nice.” Keith licked his lips. “Delectable.” He snapped his jaws. “Bitable.”
“You are not biting my ass!” Brian flipped back around, looking affronted.
“Spoilsport.”
“Come on.” He took Keith’s elbow and moved them toward the shower. “Before we really do run out of hot water.”
“Oooh, I get to see the wet version. Yes, please.”
“Seriously, how are you like this?” One arm still holding onto him, Brian moved the curtain with the other. “Alright, one foot at a time, I’ve got you.”
“Thank goodness or else I might trip over this”—he raised his foot over the side— “fifteen maybe twenty-inch ledge.” He lifted his other foot and stepped into the tub. “And if I did, how would I ever survive all the damage?”
Brian followed him in. “You can keep making jokes, but nobody heals this quickly. You need my help.” He curled his hand around Keith’s nape. “I want to help you.”
Though he was physically capable on his own, he appreciated the care and concern. “You’re really sweet. I like it.”
“Stand here.” Brian situated him near the wall. “Brace yourself and I’ll wash you.” He picked up a bottle of shower gel and poured some into his palm. “Aren’t you going to tell me you’re fine or make another sarcastic comment?” He lightly rubbed his hands together and then pressed them against Keith’s shoulders and dragged them down his chest.
“And prevent you from putting your slick hands on me?” Keith shook his head. “Why would I do that?” He quivered when Brian skated his thumbs over his nipples. “Wash away. Be as thorough as you want.”
“We are not having sex in the shower. It’s wet and slippery and not safe.”
Keith gasped dramatically and pressed his hand to his chest. “Why, sir, I merely wanted to get clean. Why would you suggest something so crass? I am not that type of girl.”
Brian laughed and shook his head. “Cute.” He lathered Keith’s stomach and hips and then dropped down to a squat and focused on his legs.”
“You missed something.” Keith dipped his chin toward his pelvis.
“You said you’re not that type of, uh, girl.”