There’d been a mutual shower and touching made all the more fluid with a bar of soap. It hadn’t resulted in orgasm. It hadn’t been anything more erotic than cleaning skin, cupping water, and towelling dry. But it had been fantastic. Though nothing, from start to finish, from rise to completion, felt anything close to the rush that John got when they both left the bathroom, hair still damp, eyelids drooping, and Parker crawled on to John’s bed. Neither man spoke a word about it, no request for consent, or remark of surprise, but to John, it was so out of the blue, and far from what he would have expected from Parker, that it warmed John’s body from his toes to his crown.
Though they’d lain side by side, on their backs, there’d been a point somewhere just before sleep that they’d found each
