co-worker’s mood shifts. He filled the buckets with the cleaning products, water, and tossed a sponge in each before he handed one to Malone. Neither man said anything before they each started on one side of the truck and began to wash the rig.
Brett worked his way down his side of the truck. He scrubbed the engine with the sponge, but by the time he was halfway down the side, he was hot as hell. He gave no thought to pulling his T-shirt over his head and throwing it toward the bay doors.
His breath caught again when he reached the back of the rig and caught sight of Carmichael. Apparently, the rookie had gotten just as overheated as he and shucked his T-shirt as well. The sight of Carmichael’s bare chest covered in sweat that glistened and ran in rivulets made Brett’s cock instantly harden again.
Fuck! Brett cursed to himself and forced his gaze to look away from Carmichael.
However Brett’s eyes didn’t stay averted for long when Carmichael moved toward the hose to turn it on so they could rinse down the truck. The sight of the rookie bending over to turn on the hose was almost too much for Brett’s painful cock.
Evan stood, hose in hand to rinse down the truck, and looked back to where Malone was standing. The moment his eyes met the older man’s gaze, Malone’s expression changed. Whatever the man have been thinking changed the minute Evan met his eyes.
“Rinse the truck,” Malone growled out harshly before he stormed off toward the door that led into the station.
Once again, Evan was confused by Malone’s behavior. He couldn’t make hide nor hair out of what caused the guy to react the way he did. Still, as he rinsed down the engine, Evan couldn’t stop thinking of all the different behaviors that Malone had displayed. He couldn’t help but wonder if any one of them were who the man genuinely was, either.
Chapter Seven
Bret t didn’t pause when he entered the station. Most of the guys were settled around the TV, but he gave them or what they were watching, no thought when he made a beeline for the stairs. He paused long enough to pull his toiletry bag out of his duffel before he hit the shower.
Brett was hard. Painfully hard. So hard that by the time he was stripped and stepping into the shower, his hand was wrapped around his cock. He didn’t feel the hot water that rained down on him while he grasped himself in his fist.
It was wrong, he knew. So, totally fucking wrong that he was hard over seeing Carmichael half naked. Still, wrong or not, Brett couldn’t help gripping himself to seek relief. Relief was exactly what he achieved three strokes later.
Brett panted under the hot spray of the shower and couldn’t stop the feeling of self-disgust that flooded through him. Jerking off at work in the shower was wrong. Jerking off in the shower at work because a co-worker turned him on to that point, was beyond wrong.
Brett finished up his shower and his body felt relieved and relaxed, but his mind was still a jumbled mess and he still had over eighteen hours to go for this shift.
I’ll be fine , Brett told himself when he left the shower area. That thought, that declaration, died not only in his throat, but in his mind when he walked into the bunk room.
Evan finished rinsing down the engine. He only wanted a shower and to get changed into something less sweaty. He knew Malone had disappeared to do the same while he was rinsing off the truck, but for some reason he never expected to run into the man in the bunk room. Not only run into Malone, but run into Malone wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
Malone was built. Built like a brick shit house and even Evan, as straight as he was, could appreciate the man’s physique. Surprisingly, Evan found himself actually appreciating the sight of Malone wearing nothing but a towel.
Evan realized he had been staring when Malone paused at seeing him. Why he had been staring at Malone, he had no idea, but there was just
Brett worked his way down his side of the truck. He scrubbed the engine with the sponge, but by the time he was halfway down the side, he was hot as hell. He gave no thought to pulling his T-shirt over his head and throwing it toward the bay doors.
His breath caught again when he reached the back of the rig and caught sight of Carmichael. Apparently, the rookie had gotten just as overheated as he and shucked his T-shirt as well. The sight of Carmichael’s bare chest covered in sweat that glistened and ran in rivulets made Brett’s cock instantly harden again.
Fuck! Brett cursed to himself and forced his gaze to look away from Carmichael.
However Brett’s eyes didn’t stay averted for long when Carmichael moved toward the hose to turn it on so they could rinse down the truck. The sight of the rookie bending over to turn on the hose was almost too much for Brett’s painful cock.
Evan stood, hose in hand to rinse down the truck, and looked back to where Malone was standing. The moment his eyes met the older man’s gaze, Malone’s expression changed. Whatever the man have been thinking changed the minute Evan met his eyes.
“Rinse the truck,” Malone growled out harshly before he stormed off toward the door that led into the station.
Once again, Evan was confused by Malone’s behavior. He couldn’t make hide nor hair out of what caused the guy to react the way he did. Still, as he rinsed down the engine, Evan couldn’t stop thinking of all the different behaviors that Malone had displayed. He couldn’t help but wonder if any one of them were who the man genuinely was, either.
Chapter Seven
Bret t didn’t pause when he entered the station. Most of the guys were settled around the TV, but he gave them or what they were watching, no thought when he made a beeline for the stairs. He paused long enough to pull his toiletry bag out of his duffel before he hit the shower.
Brett was hard. Painfully hard. So hard that by the time he was stripped and stepping into the shower, his hand was wrapped around his cock. He didn’t feel the hot water that rained down on him while he grasped himself in his fist.
It was wrong, he knew. So, totally fucking wrong that he was hard over seeing Carmichael half naked. Still, wrong or not, Brett couldn’t help gripping himself to seek relief. Relief was exactly what he achieved three strokes later.
Brett panted under the hot spray of the shower and couldn’t stop the feeling of self-disgust that flooded through him. Jerking off at work in the shower was wrong. Jerking off in the shower at work because a co-worker turned him on to that point, was beyond wrong.
Brett finished up his shower and his body felt relieved and relaxed, but his mind was still a jumbled mess and he still had over eighteen hours to go for this shift.
I’ll be fine , Brett told himself when he left the shower area. That thought, that declaration, died not only in his throat, but in his mind when he walked into the bunk room.
Evan finished rinsing down the engine. He only wanted a shower and to get changed into something less sweaty. He knew Malone had disappeared to do the same while he was rinsing off the truck, but for some reason he never expected to run into the man in the bunk room. Not only run into Malone, but run into Malone wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
Malone was built. Built like a brick shit house and even Evan, as straight as he was, could appreciate the man’s physique. Surprisingly, Evan found himself actually appreciating the sight of Malone wearing nothing but a towel.
Evan realized he had been staring when Malone paused at seeing him. Why he had been staring at Malone, he had no idea, but there was just
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