High Lonesome by Tanya Chris

Author:Tanya Chris [Chris, Tanya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Tanner

The water sluicing down over his shoulders wasn’t shower-hot, but it was warmer than he’d expected when he’d been carried naked out onto the porch and stood up under a plastic bag. It felt fantastic, like salvation raining over him. Joe rubbed him down with a soapy washcloth, leaving behind clean skin that didn’t ooze sick sweat or feel like the sticky side of Scotch tape.

He tilted his face up so the water ran over his forehead and down his scalp, washing the last suds of shampoo from his squeaky-clean tangles. He lowered his chin and opened his eyes. Pyotr sat at on top of the picnic table with his eyes on him. He winked when he saw Tanner had caught him ogling and reached a lazy hand down to adjust himself.

Tanner flushed. How could Pyotr be thinking sexy thoughts about him? He felt so awful that he could only assume he looked worse, but being under the water, clean for the first time in days, with Pyotr’s hot eyes on him, he started to regain some confidence. His naked body stretched surprisingly straight down to the ground. In his mind, he saw himself as twisted and bent, but his eyes showed him what Pyotr saw.

His skin was pale, despite it being the end of summer. Until this bizarre trip up a mountain to meet a Russian spy, he hadn’t stepped foot outdoors except from car to work to street corner to home—quick, hurried rounds of survival—for years. But he wasn’t marked by his addiction other than the row of small, white scars running down his left arm and those two gouges he’d had to give himself to get the needle in yesterday.

His body wasn’t as bulky as it used to be, but it still retained some of the muscle he’d had back when he’d played baseball, before everything had gone to shit. He’d been a pitcher—tall, lanky, graceful—and his athleticism still showed in the long lines of his limbs, but his right arm wasn’t good for much these days except working a needle into his left arm.

Still, he could see what Pyotr found to appreciate about his naked body. The thought made his own dick plump up a little—that and the fact that Joe was dabbing around in that area with the washcloth. Then Joe moved the washcloth farther back and he yelped.

“What?” Joe asked. “Figured I’d clean out any lube left over from the other day.”

“You could warn a guy first,” he said, but he spread his legs so Joe could work between his cheeks.

“You let Joe fuck you?” Pyotr’s voice was curious, not angry, and when he looked over, Pyotr spread his own legs wider and cupped his hand around his package.

“He liked getting fucked,” Joe said. “He’s going to like it even more in a day or two.”

“I can’t wait,” Pyotr said, still gently massaging himself. “When you feel better, Tasha.”

Pyotr definitely made it sound like something to look forward to, and Tanner’s dick firmed up a little more.

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