Chapter 9
Thomas
The sound of running water seeped into Thomas’s consciousness, making him open his eyes. He slowly blinked and tried to focus on what was around him and retrace recent events.
“Elias,” he said in a drowsy voice as he lifted himself onto his elbows and looked at the other half of the bed, which was now empty.
He slipped out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, yawning. He peeked inside and saw Elias in the shower, washing himself.
Not the right view for his early morning erection. He yanked at it, which only woke it up even more.
Option number one, the one hammering in his brain, was to squeeze under the water and squeeze something else, somewhere else. Such a round and perfect part of Elias that, for an instant, it enchanted him.
Option number two was to move away,
