Chapter 5Rush exited the bathroom with nothing but a damp towel wrapped around his hips. Timothy tried to yank his gaze away, but it was impossible. Muscles were moving under ink-covered skin as Rush grabbed his backpack. He had barbells through his n*****s, and Timothy’s throat grew parched. He had lusted over teenage Rush, and Rush in his twenties, but this…This was Rush all grown up, and he was f*****g hot. Bastard.
Arousal washed over him, and he couldn’t blame Rush since he was weighed down with worry. Whatever he’d done in the shower, it hadn’t enticed his lusty side.
“Are you okay?”
Rush jumped as if he’d forgotten Timothy was there. “Yeah, sorry, just thinking.”
“We’ll be fine.”
He rubbed his bare chest, and Timothy followed the motions. “Yeah, I guess. I didn’t mean to put yo
