Under Pressure by R. J. Moray

Author:R. J. Moray [Moray, R. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

When he knocked on the bathroom door, Channon wasn’t expecting an answer.

But. “What?” Ewan yelled through the door.

Channon took a deep breath and opened the door a couple of inches. “Can I come in?”

The shower was running. Ewan muttered something, but it was lost in the running water. Then— “Fine.”

Channon went in. He started unbuttoning his shirt, shrugged out of it and hung it on the back of the door, then unbuckled his belt.

“What are you doing?”

“You said I could come in,” Channon told him, faking more confidence than he felt. “I’m coming in.”

“I meant the bathroom, you eedjit,” Ewan grumbled, but he didn’t stop Channon from climbing naked into the shower with him.

“Hi,” Channon said, feeling stupid but also…

“What are you doing?” Ewan asked, blinking warily at him. His eyelashes were wet. This was all so heartachingly familiar.

“Nate told me to.”

Ewan looked horrified. “You told Nate?”

“I told Jack,” Channon confessed. He gave Ewan a bit of a shove, because he was hogging all the water. “Not all of it, just some of it. Jack told Nate and Nate told me to go get in the shower with you. He’s on Skype,” Channon added, going for full honesty here and hoping this would work.

Ewan’s mouth wrenched into a pained shape. “What else did he tell you?”

“That I should do this,” Channon said, and he leaned in to kiss him.

It was like kissing a statue. Ewan held perfectly still, and when Channon pulled away he had this wounded expression on his face that made Channon’s bones ache. “That a pity kiss, then?”

“No.”

“Obligation? Nate told you to.”

“Nate’s not the boss of me,” Channon said, lifting his hands to Ewan’s hips and pressing into him with his thumbs. “Jack gave me permission, but I don’t have to do anything. So.”

Now Ewan looked conflicted. “You want to fuck me in the shower?”

“I want to fix this.” Channon stroked over Ewan’s hipbone, so sharp and fragile. “I want you to kiss me back. And I want to go to bed, but we don’t have to do anything. Nate’s waiting.”

Ewan’s expression crumpled and he turned his head aside under the water, avoiding Channon’s eye. “Why do you put up with me?”

“Because. You put up with me.” Channon tugged him gently out of the shower. “Come on.”

It took patience, but he managed to coax Ewan out of the shower, into a towel, and out into the bedroom.

“Hey, baby boy,” Nate said, tinny over the laptop speakers. “Having a bad night?”

“I hate that you know,” Ewan snapped. He flung himself on the bed, rolling onto his belly and folding his arms over his skull, but Channon saw him turn his head to keep his mouth free. “I hate that Jack fucking Nash knows.”

“You hate everything,” Nate said, almost as though he agreed. “I know. Wanna talk to me about it?”

“No.”

“We’re going to talk about it later, then.”

Ewan growled, but that was all.

“Channon, can I get you to do something for me?” Nate said, phrasing it like a question, but it really wasn’t.

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