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Soaking wet.

With his body separated from my body by only a cheap plastic shower curtain and my damp,dampcargo shorts.

My dick went hard almost instantly.

I’ll take Awkward Porn Scenarios for $2000, Alex?

But the weirdest part? Mason wasn’t pushing me off him. He had to notice I was hard, the way my cock was pressed against his hip, but didn’t say a word about it. In fact, he seemed pretty darn content to just stay there all night. A little smile played around his mouth, like he was… relaxed?

Just a couple of dudes, doing what dudes do on a Friday night.In a tub.

Mason even shifted his hips the tiniest bit like he was getting comfortable, adjusting his position so the lower half of his body could better cradle mine.

You know, just one bro helping another, if the first bro was naked and the other was on top of him, fully erect and all wet.No homo.

The moment he shifted, though, webothnoticed that wasn’t theonlyissue at hand. Mason was hard, too. Undeniably, unequivocally,rock-fucking-hard.

I say webothnoticed because yeah, Mason looked nearly as shocked as I was. I hadn’t thought a guy could get that hard without noticing, but maybe the knock to the head had shaken him up or something.

His green eyes flared wide, and I could almost see him connecting the dots between “Oh,gee, I’m hard” and “Oh,shit, I’m hard and naked withFenn.”

I held my breath and waited for the fallout. For the freak-out. For the empty laugh that didn’t cover the outraged anger. For the denial. For theblamethat was 100 percent certainly gonna fall in my lap.

Instead, Mason blinked like a little owl, sank his teeth into his bottom lip, looking like all thirty-one flavors of fuckable in one annoying package. Then heshifted againso his erection rubbed against mine, and he sucked in a breath like it felt pretty damn good.

I was out of that tub in a nanosecond, on my knees on the floor in the cold water, struggling to remove the kraken-like shower curtain from around my ankles.

I didn’t fuck around with straight guys, and Idefinitelydidn’t fuck around with guys who claimed to be straight but were willing to be corrupted.

“Listen, that thing in Rafe’s office earlier?” I said, getting to my feet. “Me, getting in your space? That was my fault. A hundred percent. And I already apologized for it. But I’m not taking responsibility for… for…this.” I waved a hand in the direction of his crotch. “You get me? This wasnotmy fault, it wasyours.”

Mason’s cheeks flamed red and he sat up, bunching the curtain over his groin like he was suddenly embarrassed—three minutes too late, in my opinion, ’cause I’d beenfeelingthat hard length pressed against me until a second ago.

“Of course it wasn’t your fault! It’s not… it’s notanyone’sfault. It’s not a faultthing. Stimulus is stimulus.”He paused, like he was trying to digest his own bullshit.

“Really? You get stimulated around guys a lot?” I grabbed my sandals off the floor and jammed them on my feet. “’Cause there’s a word for those of us who experience this regularly, and it’s notstraight.”

“N-no, I never have. But we…” He waved his hand at the shower. “And you…” He waved a hand at the curtain on the floor. “And… it just happened. I don’t know why.” He sounded confused.

From a distant corner of my brain came a snippet of a conversation, playing like a picture-in-picture.

“It just happened, Fenn. I felt you wanting me from the minute you walked into my office, and I couldn’t help it. You made me want you back.”

“Why you gotta be so sexy, Fenn? I was doin’ so good today, then you walk in here like a cool drink of water and I can’t think right. Lock the door and get on your knees for me. Now.”

“Come on, Fenn, me ’n’ Misty have practically been engaged since the cradle. It don’t mean a single thing to either of us. She’s never made me feel the way you make me feel. Just one more kiss, Fenn. One more… that’s it. God, Fenn, yes!”

“We need to make sure Dad never finds out. He wouldn’t understand I’m still straight as I ever was. He wouldn’t understand you made me weak for you.”

I sucked in a deep breath and tried to focus on the shivering man in the bathtub.

“Yeah, well. My dick’s usually a little more selective than yours seems to be. Stimulus is stimulus?Please.”

“What’sthatsupposed to mean?”

“It means…” I stared down at him, trying to figure out what to say.

It meant…I knew a guy like you, once.