Chapter 34
Steve loved having his hands on his boy, loved cupping Sharps’s c**k and balls, which in spite of the younger man’s compact build more than filled his hands. He loved running his fingers through Sharps’s straight-as-an-arrow, ink-black hair and having the strands curl around his fingers and cling to them. When it came right down to it, Steve loved everything about him.
They didn’t have enough time to play, though. The man who ran the bathhouse would be returning soon, so they made quick work of their bath. Then they rinsed in the second tub, used the towels Steve had paid for to dry themselves off, and dressed in the clothes Sharps had gotten for them.
“Where did you get these?” Steve bit his lip to stifle a laugh. The shirt he wore left most of his forearm exposed, while the
