“Nicco, do you mind if I use your shower?”
Rider and Nicco climbed the stairs to Nicco’s apartment. Rider picked his sweat-soaked shirt away from his torso where it clung to lean muscle, demonstrating just how in need of a cold shower he was.
“What’s mine is yours, as always.” Nicco unlocked the door.
Inside the deliciously cool apartment, Alex sat on the couch watching TV.
“Hey, Nicco! Oh, good, you brought Rider!” Alex started to stand, and Rider held up a hand to stop him.
“I’m gonna rinse off in Nicco’s shower. Won’t be a minute.”
Nicco headed straight for the refrigerator and the beer.
“Been thinking about these babies all day.” He sighed and flipped the cap off the bottle. He took several long swallows before coming up for air. Seeing Alex already had one in hand, he opened an
