the fold of his P.I. business,
had grudgingly accepted he wasn't going to
pursue a medical career. Perhaps he could come into his own for the first time in his life; finally feel
comfortable in his own skin.
Rand jumped out of his
bones when the shower door opened. "Jesus, Frank, you scared me to death."
Frank shucked his clothes,
his slow gaze traveling over him head to toe. "Move over, I've had a hell of a day."
"Actually, I'm done; why don't I just—"
Frank pulled him back against his chest.
"Don't leave."
Wet skin to wet skin, an
electrical current of instant desire surged through Rand. His body responded in the usual manner—a
shudder, a hard cock—to Frank's fingertip
running down the side of his neck.
The air hummed with a heady
mixture of scents, soap, sweat, and moist steam. Against him, Frank seemed content to hold them
directly under the showerhead and allow
the water to stream down on them. In fact, the man appeared to be in full relaxation mode. Rand
turned around in his arms and saw his eyes
were closed, his powerful chest moving in and out with deep breaths, and his mouth open.
Those lips. How many times
had he longed for Frank to kiss him? It wasn't Frank's way, but damn, he wanted to kiss the man,
never wanted anything more in his life
right now. Except Frank himself. A slight lift of his head, a tiny movement toward that full mouth and.
. . .
He couldn't resist
capturing Frank's lips or his own moan from the exquisite melding of their mouths. Like Frank, he closed his
eyes and reveled in the taste and texture
of the man. He'd wondered for a long time if the simple act would serve as an aphrodisiac; sweeten
his obsession of never getting enough of
Frank. He would wonder no more.
Emboldened that Frank
hadn't recoiled or pushed him back, he continued his exploration by running his tongue over Frank's
lower lip before plundering his mouth.
Rand kissed him with an urgency borne of need, hunger and, truthfully, a smidgeon of
triumph.
Before Frank came to his
senses, he wanted to make every second count. Of its own will, his hand moved to the back of Frank's
wet head and he drew him deeper into the
kiss. Still the man didn't resist, but rather allowed him to continue the sensuous journey.
Like a thirst-starved
creature of the forest, he set upon ruthlessly, mindless of anything but the man's mouth that had been denied
to him until now. Aware of the hot water
crashing down on them and of the intense sensation of his cock lengthening and expanding, he was too
engrossed in the kiss to do anything about
either.
Without breaking from the kiss, Frank said,
"I can see you're really into this, but I've had enough of the
water drilling into my skull."
Rand arched his neck back
aware of the smirk stretching his lips. "You must have been into it too, Frank, or you would have stopped
me."
"Just because I didn't stop you didn't mean
I liked it."
"You liked it; you're just
too macho to fess up." Rand picked up the loofa sponge, ran the soap across the surface several times and
began to scrub Frank's hairy chest. "I've
been waiting a long time for that kiss."
"Is that a fact? Well now
that you've had your way with me, it's only fair I have my way with you."
Rand plopped the sponge
into Frank's hand and spread his arms out at his sides. "Command me; I'm all yours after that unexpected
kiss." He leaned forward and whispered,
"I'm like putty in your hands, McGuire."
Rand's eyes wandered down
to his cock, an impressive sight. The thick rim stood out from the
shaft and bulging veins along the side pulsated with need. His throat went dry and he licked his wet
lips.
Frank followed his gaze. "I
changed my mind. I'm not quite ready to have my way with you yet."
His gaze still fixated on
the Frank's cock, he said. "My offer still stands, command me."
"Suck it, all of it."
A rush of saliva filled his
mouth, and an ache in his groin reminded him of the ecstasy awaiting him. Soon. . . soon Frank would take
him,
had grudgingly accepted he wasn't going to
pursue a medical career. Perhaps he could come into his own for the first time in his life; finally feel
comfortable in his own skin.
Rand jumped out of his
bones when the shower door opened. "Jesus, Frank, you scared me to death."
Frank shucked his clothes,
his slow gaze traveling over him head to toe. "Move over, I've had a hell of a day."
"Actually, I'm done; why don't I just—"
Frank pulled him back against his chest.
"Don't leave."
Wet skin to wet skin, an
electrical current of instant desire surged through Rand. His body responded in the usual manner—a
shudder, a hard cock—to Frank's fingertip
running down the side of his neck.
The air hummed with a heady
mixture of scents, soap, sweat, and moist steam. Against him, Frank seemed content to hold them
directly under the showerhead and allow
the water to stream down on them. In fact, the man appeared to be in full relaxation mode. Rand
turned around in his arms and saw his eyes
were closed, his powerful chest moving in and out with deep breaths, and his mouth open.
Those lips. How many times
had he longed for Frank to kiss him? It wasn't Frank's way, but damn, he wanted to kiss the man,
never wanted anything more in his life
right now. Except Frank himself. A slight lift of his head, a tiny movement toward that full mouth and.
. . .
He couldn't resist
capturing Frank's lips or his own moan from the exquisite melding of their mouths. Like Frank, he closed his
eyes and reveled in the taste and texture
of the man. He'd wondered for a long time if the simple act would serve as an aphrodisiac; sweeten
his obsession of never getting enough of
Frank. He would wonder no more.
Emboldened that Frank
hadn't recoiled or pushed him back, he continued his exploration by running his tongue over Frank's
lower lip before plundering his mouth.
Rand kissed him with an urgency borne of need, hunger and, truthfully, a smidgeon of
triumph.
Before Frank came to his
senses, he wanted to make every second count. Of its own will, his hand moved to the back of Frank's
wet head and he drew him deeper into the
kiss. Still the man didn't resist, but rather allowed him to continue the sensuous journey.
Like a thirst-starved
creature of the forest, he set upon ruthlessly, mindless of anything but the man's mouth that had been denied
to him until now. Aware of the hot water
crashing down on them and of the intense sensation of his cock lengthening and expanding, he was too
engrossed in the kiss to do anything about
either.
Without breaking from the kiss, Frank said,
"I can see you're really into this, but I've had enough of the
water drilling into my skull."
Rand arched his neck back
aware of the smirk stretching his lips. "You must have been into it too, Frank, or you would have stopped
me."
"Just because I didn't stop you didn't mean
I liked it."
"You liked it; you're just
too macho to fess up." Rand picked up the loofa sponge, ran the soap across the surface several times and
began to scrub Frank's hairy chest. "I've
been waiting a long time for that kiss."
"Is that a fact? Well now
that you've had your way with me, it's only fair I have my way with you."
Rand plopped the sponge
into Frank's hand and spread his arms out at his sides. "Command me; I'm all yours after that unexpected
kiss." He leaned forward and whispered,
"I'm like putty in your hands, McGuire."
Rand's eyes wandered down
to his cock, an impressive sight. The thick rim stood out from the
shaft and bulging veins along the side pulsated with need. His throat went dry and he licked his wet
lips.
Frank followed his gaze. "I
changed my mind. I'm not quite ready to have my way with you yet."
His gaze still fixated on
the Frank's cock, he said. "My offer still stands, command me."
"Suck it, all of it."
A rush of saliva filled his
mouth, and an ache in his groin reminded him of the ecstasy awaiting him. Soon. . . soon Frank would take
him,
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