“I’m not having any crazy emotions around my best friend buying my house or living in it with the man of his dreams.” And look at that; I could say that phrase without gagging. Only for Andrew. “I’m fine, Doc.”
Donovan just stared at me, those dark brown eyes of his leveling at me knowingly.
“Fine.” He was one of maybe five people who could guilt me into something. “I’ll see you Monday.”
He grinned and then nodded. “Perfect. Though I’ll see you tomorrow as well.”
“Oh, right.” Engagement party. The entire reason I’d come back to this hellhole of a town. Donovan started to walk away. “And, Doc?”
He glanced back.
“You probably want to make sure you’re out of the showers pretty quickly.” I jutted my chin to the fresh meat on the treadmill. “Unless, of course, you want a live show about what we’ll talk about on Monday.”
Another eye roll. Success!
“And again I say, you haven’t changed since you were sixteen. I really do need to hang up my hat.” With a smile and slight wave, he left.
Chuckling to myself, I popped my earbud back in and hit Play, and zombie gurgles filled my ears. I barely noticed what happened on the screen; Donovan’s all too-aware stare still eating at me.
I wasn’t having feelings about Andrew’s engagement. Well, I was, but they were good feelings. I was happy for him. Him and Joel. Thrilled, even. Though Andrew and I had been best friends our whole lives, we couldn’t be more different. He was like my twin sister, Lacy. Both were homebodies, both in love with anything Lavender Shores. Both wanted nothing more than the perfect romance, the perfect home, and the perfect little life. I’d often wondered if Andrew and I had been switched at birth and he was Lacey’s twin; it would’ve made more sense. They were both bright and happy—like puppies wearing cheerleader outfits. I… wasn’t.
And, as far as the house? I was glad it was gone. When I’d left Lavender Shores, I’d promised myself I’d never come back. Of course, I knew there’d be plenty of times like these. With families as large as Andrew’s and mine, there would always be some event or other that I needed to return for. But, they would be blips. A day here or there and then out. I was glad that house was gone, really. Especially since it got to play such a big part in Andrew building a home with his husband to be.
I was glad it was gone.
Although the number of times I’d said that to myself made me wonder otherwise. Or maybe that was just due to Dr. Donovan Carlisle’s knowing brown eyes. Stupid therapist.
I was glad the house was gone. There. I’d said it again, and I meant it. That particular avenue back to Lavender Shores was gone. Thank God!
A wet ripping sound brought my attention back to the iPad. A zombie was chowing down on a kid. I grimaced and hit the Home button, making the show disappear.
God, fucking therapist. Even ruined my enjoyment of zombies. Why was I paying him again?
I suddenly remembered that corn-fed ass, which instantly caused my mood to brighten. I glanced up, but the ass was gone. I halted, which caused me to shoot backward, and I had to grip the railings with both hands to keep from a complete crashing fiasco, as I got my pace back once more. Once certain I wasn’t going to give the gossipy people in town something actually embarrassing to talk about, I focused on the mirror, searching for corn-fed. Sure enough, every Stairmaster was empty, and I couldn’t find his reflection anywhere. Conscious of looking desperate if he did happen to be nearby, I glanced around the cardio room.
Donovan met my gaze from his spot on an elliptical and gave a knowing shake of his head.
I flipped him off with a grin then hit the emergency Stop button, bringing the spinning belt to a halt, once again causing me to nearly stumble. For fuck’s sakes, you’d think I had no moves at all. It seemed corn-fed was having quite the effect on me.
And, maybe he was straight. Any gay guy knew to catch the other one’s attention before heading to the showers. It was like he’d waited until I’d been distracted to make his getaway.
Nah. No way. He’d been interested. No doubt at all.
Maybe he was doing another round of weights, despite the amount of sweating he’d been doing. Gross, but what could you expect from a guy who didn’t know proper gym attire.
I made my way through the rest of the gym, careful to appear like I wasn’t looking at all. Giving a nod here and there toward a few of the locals I didn’t loathe and avoiding making eye contact with the ones I’d played with in the showers before. No reason to risk sending an accidental invitation. If I couldn’t find corn-fed, I’d do another pass inviting a few of them for a repeat performance.
He was nowhere to be seen. Damn. Surely I’d not misread him that badly.
Deciding to take a pass through the locker room, I’d nearly given up, when I noticed the cutoff sweatpants hanging on a hook outside the hall of showers.
Bingo.
Not sure how much time I had, as it seemed corn-fed wasn’t playing by the rules, I hurried to my locker, stripped down, grabbed a towel, and entered the showers.
The first two stalls were occupied, curtains open, and both men gave a pretense of turning away, trying to hide their erections. Noticing it was me, they stopped bothering and continued stroking for each other. I spared a glance. One of them was rather impressive but old news.
The next three showers were empty. But a shadowy figure was visible behind the frosted glass of the last one, though its curtain was drawn.
Corn-fed no doubt, judging from the blurry thickness of the body, though it looked like he was wearing shorts in the shower. Seriously? Shorts and a closed curtain?
Straight and not interested?
No way. No fucking way. I was good at this game. Both the playing of it and knowing exactly who the players were. And corn-fed was most definitely wanting to play.
I chose the shower across and down one from him, hung my towel on the rack, turned on the spray, and stepped in. Leaving the curtain open, I stood under the water, rinsing off the sweat, and had to rake my fingers through my long bangs to get them out of my eyes before turning around.
Corn-fed’s silhouette faced me, and though I couldn’t see his expression, I could feel his gaze on me. After getting a bit of soap on my hands, I rubbed it over my body, making sure to move just slow enough over the flat planes of my chest and ridges of my abs to show that I wasn’t actually washing, but didn’t look like I was fondling myself like a freak either. Letting my hand dip lower, I encircled my dick, giving it a couple of strokes. Just enough to help it plump up a touch, though it wasn’t all that necessary, as it was stiffening rapidly at the feel of corn-fed’s gaze on me.
His shower shut off and corn-fed pulled open the curtain. And fuck. He was hotter than I’d even anticipated. And taller up close. I was nearly six foot, but I was willing to bet he was a good five inches taller than I was. Thick, heavy muscles looked chiseled over his chest, shoulders, and arms. The thighs and calves showing from his shorts made it clear he never skipped leg day. His handsome face flushed bright red, but his blue gaze darted at my growing erection as he stepped out, the briefest of glances. Brief enough it made me question if I was pushing things with a straight guy. I nearly turned around, but noticed the huge bulge in his swim trunks right before he pulled the towel off the hook and held it in front of him, cutting off my view.
So, we were back to interested and gay. Or at least gay enough.
Without another glace, at my cock or my eyes, corn-fed walked from the showers, passed the two men who were getting close to heaven, judging from the sounds they were making, and entered the coed wet area.
Well, I’ll be… Looked like I was going to have some fun in the steam room or sauna instead of the showers. I liked that a lot more anyway. Hurriedly, I rinsed the soap off my body and turned off the shower. I nearly went back to my locker and got a pair of shorts, since swimsuits were required in the co-ed area, but I didn’t take the time. I wrapped the towel around m
y waist, holding the knot securely so my hard-on was covered, and followed corn-fed’s path. Luckily, I didn’t give a shit about the rules and just having a towel would make for a lot easier access.
For the next fifteen minutes or so, I actually wasn’t going to mind being back home.
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