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shower with him before. They always seemed keen to get out of the door.
     
    The gushing water above his head changed pitch as Louis sensed rather than felt the hard, muscled body at his back. He didn’t move except to draw in a sharp, tight breath as Jake reached around his hip and curled a hand around his limp cock. Louis lowered his head. He wouldn’t allow himself to get hard. That way Jake might tire of him all the faster and leave both shower and apartment. Louis wouldn’t see him again, of course.
     
    All he had to do was not get excited by Jake’s firm, practiced touch. All he had to do was convince himself his skin tingled due to the force of the water cascading over his chest and not the soothing sensation of Jake’s steady hand working his cock. Louis stared at the while tiled wall swirling with steam and tried to lose his mind in the haze.
     
    When the fat, ripe head of Jake’s cock nudged between his cheeks, Louis grabbed the water dial and flipped it to cold, dousing both himself and Jake in a rapid burst of icy spray. Jake yelped and released Louis’s cock.
     
    Louis readjusted the temperature before turning around.
     
    “Sorry,” he said, not really meaning it.
     
    Jake stared hard at him. He didn’t say anything. He just moved in to slip both arms around Louis’s shoulders, enfolding him into a hug. Jake’s flagging but still-covered penis pressed against his own. Louis didn’t relax into him this time. He wasn’t sure what the hug was about. Jake didn’t seem in the slightest pissed off. That was the problem. It was as though Jake was offering comfort, although Louis was sure he’d given no indication of requiring any such thing. All he’d wanted was some quiet time to shower alone, and with no chance of that happening now, he gently but firmly pushed Jake away.
     
    “Breakfast!” Louis announced, though his voice barely registered over the noise of the shower. Stepping out of the cubicle, he hoped Jake wouldn’t follow. He dressed in armor of sweater and jeans. To help take his mind off letting Jake Harvey finger his ass, he moved out into the kitchen, whipped up a few eggs, and shoved the bowl into the microwave. He set about cleaning up yesterday’s cartons and plates full of barely touched food.
     
    “He’s still here,” Carter said from somewhere behind him as Louis swept a cloth across the breakfast bar. “You can’t scrub him into nonexistence with that grubby piece of rag.”
     
    “I’m just cleaning.” Louis scoured until his arm ached and the microwave’s metallic ting alerted him the eggs were cooked. He moved to the sink and wrung the cloth tight in both hands to draw out the water. “Needs doing.”
     
    “Presumably the airhead needs strangling too?”
     
    The cloth fell from Louis reddening fingers into the sink. He turned slowly to face his beloved perched on the coffee table, one slender leg hitched elegantly over the other.
     
    “He troubles me,” Louis said.
     
    “He disturbs you.”
     
    Louis lifted a shoulder. “Maybe.”
     
    “I’ve looked deep into his soul. I like what I see.”
     
    Something about the tone of Carter’s voice and his self-satisfied smirk led Louis to ask, “Were you watching us last night?”
     
    “I confess I might’ve peeked.” Carter set a cigarette to his lips.
     
    Louis tried to restrain his anger, but his tone betrayed him. “I’d rather you kept out of my bedroom in future.” Louis gestured to the cigarette. “That’s my last one.”
     
    Carter blew a long thin breath of smoke into the air and set the lighter back on top of the empty cigarette pack. “I thought you had no plans to see him again.”
     
    “I don’t. Surely I don’t need to explain to you the workings of a one-night stand?”
     
    “Doesn’t feel like just one night to me, my love. If you asked him nicely, he’d—”
     
    “I’m not going to ask him anything. Nicely or otherwise. In case you need reminding, my mother’s in