Chapter 14Arik
Arik had considered reaching out sexually. Tasting. Stroking. f*****g. That was how moments like these were supposed to play out. At least, that’s what his head told him. The rest of him, including his c**k, told Arik that no greater intimacy was possible than what the two of them were sharing through simple touch. It felt right. It felt good. Perfect, in fact. And when the anger burned itself out, when the moisture leaking out of his eyes dried up, Arik felt more sated, more exhausted, than he would have if they’d spent the last six hours banging like rabbits. He gorged on that feeling—defying the water to cool, and clinging to Blaze without care or concern over wasting water or time or to cramping limbs. He sat under the shower, and he thought of a pretty boy with a brigh
