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pierced with a hoop. The rough touch made him jerk with pleasure.

    He leaned back against the cool tile, and the shock of cold rubbed raw against the heat of his skin. One hand glided past his chest and his stomach and reached for the wiry curls nestling his cock. His other hand, soaped and ready, wrapped around the entire base. He squeezed his dick slowly as his thumb circled the head. Then he teased the slit with his finger, showering him in electric sparks.

    His moan echoed across the room.

    Too far gone to care what sounds he made, Aric began a rhythm of slow, easy strokes. The image of Stu floated in front of his eyes. He envisioned himself overpowering the jock with the skill of his mouth.

    It was wrong…and horribly sexy.

    Gasping for a full breath, he stroked faster. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his knuckles graze his balls. Delightful flickers of lust hummed beneath his skin.

    His knees buckled, but he managed to stay upright, letting the wall hold him up. His orgasm teetered on the edge of his consciousness. Hair plastered around his cheeks and shoulders. Beads of water dripped on the shower floor, pale pink dots swirling down the drain. The fragrant vanilla steam now smelled of sweat and blood. He was choking on the aroma. He shut his eyes, on the brink of an orgasm.

    “Holy shit!”

    His eyes snapped open. Stu stood on the other side of the glass door, now open, staring with those all-knowing eyes as the escaping steam billowed around him.

    “Oh God,” Aric croaked, his hand remaining on his aching cock. He slid down to his butt, his knees raised, his face bent in shame. Water pounded on his head, splashing droplets down his face.

    He couldn't move…speak…think.

    “Uh, you need some help?”

    Aric's head shot up. “Huh?”

    Stu was stripping in front of him. Off came a T-shirt, flying over Stu's head. Next, boxers slid down strapping legs, releasing a glorious cock set in a thick thatch of blond curls. Aric's stomach clenched at the sight of Stu naked, more handsome and beautiful than in his limited imagination.

    Stu was trim, lean, and muscular—a powerful golden cat of prey aiming for the kill. And Aric was the meal deal of the month.

    Aric choked on air and tried desperately to knock sense back into his head. He couldn't give in. He still had his principles. But the sight of Stu blew apart all reason.

    Pale fuzz dusted Stu's broad chest. His face was unreadable except for his eyes, now navy blue, darkened by lust or maybe shock. Aric could believe either, his own senses muddled in a confusion of soapsuds, steam, and desire.

    Stu's muscles rippled as he stepped into the shower and closed the door. “God, you're breaking my heart, looking like that.”

    Aric hit the back of his head on the shower wall. “Hey, look. You don't have to—”

    “Oh yes, I fucking do.”

    Stu let the spray wash over him as he knelt before Aric, sweeping his hair away from his cheeks. Aric almost swooned at his electrifying touch. When did he ever swoon? Everything around him became surreal; this naked man in front of him promised so much.

    Denial of his urges became almost impossible, but he had to ask. “This is crazy. Have you ever been with a guy?”

    “No, but it can't be that hard. We're a lot less complicated than women.” Stu lifted Aric's bloodied arm, a frown crossing his face. “What's this?” He pressed the pad of his finger to one of the fresh puncture marks.

    Trapped into this crazy situation, Aric swept aside all common sense. “I'm morphing into a fucking vampire, idiot. Those are from taking my own blood.”

    Stu scratched his head. “I thought so.” He wiped the bloodied punctures with his fingers and let the water wash the blood from his hand. “You're feeding on yourself, then?”

    Without waiting for Aric's response, Stu stood and shut off the water, then stepped out of the shower and returned with two towels. He draped one around his neck and wrapped the other