Page 41 of Show Me
“Tell me if you think this is dumb, but I was thinking about how we ran into each other that time, when you were coming out of the shower, and then how you came back in with my conditioner…”God, when Sam had said that in the grocery store, I went semi just like that. And then he kept going as I nodded slowly, having to work hard to keep my shit together because I’d had fantasies that ran along these lines about all of my roommates at one time or another. Which was what I got for living with a bunch of hunks, I guess.
My nod seemed to fortify Sam’s conviction, thank fuck, because he’d soldiered on, and we’d cobbled together a loose scene breakdown between his King Slayer and my eager hand. In an effort to babystep toward the bigger stuff, a handjob was a natural beginning point, after all.
I checked my hair one last time, kicked off my shoes, and pressed my palm to my chest. If my heart didn’t try to kick through my sternum, I wasn’t sure my dick wouldn’t go rogue next. “Everybody needs to settle the fuck down,” I admonished my anatomy quietly. Strangely, it helped, and I headed toward the bathroom with the gravitas of someone walking into battle.
Steam billowed over the threshold and enveloped me in the scent of woodsy body wash as I pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside. Sam was whistling a catchy Miley Cyrus remix that had been playing in the club the other night, and I caught myself grinning before I tamped it down. Remembering the objective, I aimed the camera at the drawn shower curtain, where only the frosted liner remained after we’d depersonalized the bathroom. It created a sexy peekaboo silhouette of Sam’s big body.
“That you, Josh?” Sam used the code name I’d chosen in honor of my favorite nice-guy hero fromCluelessas my gaze dropped lower to the obvious bulge in his silhouette.
“Yeah,” I chirped. Not a good sign that I was already having trouble with voice modulation. “Found your conditioner.”
“Awesome, thanks.” He whipped back the curtain, and I didn’t even have to force myself to hold the camera still because I was transfixed as the screen filled with his massive body, water droplets hugging every round curve of his shoulders and biceps, funneling down the trough between his ripped abs, and cruising along a vee so fucking defined that it’d make gay and straight dudes alike weep.
I hadn’t even gotten to his cock yet. It hung heavy and swollen, flushed with enough blood that it was already an impressive display of manhood, telling me he must have done a little pre-stroking to get it ready for its close-up.
I almost dropped the conditioner handing it over, proving that me, conditioner, and Sam were never going to be a good combination.
Glancing up, I noticed Sam was staring at me expectantly and realized I’d forgotten my line. What the fuck was my line?
What the fuck was my name?
Oh, right. “Here you go,” I said woodenly and then shook my head to try to clear the fog. I was supposed to be the drama savant, after all.
Sam’s shoulders shook as he tried to stifle a laugh when I glared at him.Laugh it up, chucklehead.Maybe when he saw the video, he’d understand what had happened to my brain.
“You going to that party tonight?” Sam’s attempt at our terrible script was equally stilted. He was right; he wasn’t the best actor. No one would care, though, not with all that wet, dappled skin I would’ve happily licked clean. Crap, we hadn’t fine-tuned, exactly, what was fair game. Could I lick his nipples?
“Not sure. You?” I said belatedly.
“Thinking about it.”
I kept the camera trained on him as he opened the bottle and squirted conditioner on his palms. Sucking in a breath, I tried to focus my role and not how hard my dick was. “Mind if I shave in here while you finish up?”
“Sure, it’s all good.” Sam scrubbed his scalp, then dropped one slippery hand to his cock, giving it an incidental stroke that made it twitch. The thing looked like an elephant trunk, and I didn’t even have to fake the envious sigh I let out.
“Damn, your dick issobig.” I was pleased with how natural that sounded, probably because it was true.
“Ha. Thanks. I’ve been so horny all day, too, I couldn’t wait to get home to jerk off.” Two-second pause. Also, somehow stilted. “Actually, is it going to skeez you out if I rub one out while you’re shaving? I’ll try to be quiet.”
“Nah, man, go for it.”
Just two guys awkwardly trying to sound sexy. Maybe we should’ve done a trial run.
No, wedefinitelyshould’ve.
I aimed the camera at an angle toward the mirror, showing my hand removing a razor and shaving cream from the drawer, pausing when the first lusty groan came from behind the curtain
“Fuck,” Sam moaned again.
That was my cue. I swiveled the camera back toward the shower, where Sam had left the curtain about a foot and a half open, giving me a convenient view of his hand shuttling leisurely up and down his shaft. He groaned again, bracing his free hand on the tile as he started fucking his tight grip.
“Shit, dude, you’re really going after it.” Goddammit, that sounded…not at all sexy.
Sam’s hand slowed, then stopped. He let out a sigh that I echoed.
“This isn’t working, is it?” I set down the razor.
“Think we’re in our heads.” He peeked around the curtain with an apologetic smile. “I’m having trouble concentrating.”