Take a Shot by Samantha Wayland

Take a Shot by Samantha Wayland

Author:Samantha Wayland [Wayland, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay, GLBT, Hockey, mm, Romance, Sports
ISBN: 9781940839202
Google: jC27DwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B07DHWBXNJ
Publisher: Loch Awe Press
Published: 2018-06-02T23:00:00+00:00


Chapter Four

Two hours later, Tim threw the door to their apartment open with a flourish. “Honey, I’m home!”

It was an old joke, but as he toed off his shoes in the front hall, it occurred to him that it suddenly had a different meaning. Maybe. Did it?

This shit was confusing.

Also, why the fuck hadn’t Chris answered?

Tim double-timed it to Chris’s room, his heart stopping when he found the bed empty. “Chris?”

“In here.”

Tim clapped a hand on his chest and turned toward the bathroom. Chris hadn’t left. Of fucking course he hadn’t left. He could barely move. And he wouldn’t do that. Even if he was freaking out about what had happened this morning.

Tim pressed his other hand to the bathroom door. “You okay in there?”

“Kind of?”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Just get the fuck in here. You know you want to come save my sorry ass again.”

So, Chris was definitely in a snit about something. Tim opened the door slowly, both because he didn’t want to knock Chris over and because he was worried about projectiles aimed at his head.

He found Chris sitting on the toilet lid, a towel spread out beneath him, another over his lap. Other than that, and his cast, he was completely naked. The shower was on and billowing steam into the sweltering room.

“Uh? What the fuck are you doing?” Tim asked curiously.

Chris let out a huge sigh and tossed a washcloth back into the sink. “I was trying to get clean. I feel disgusting.”

“Okay,” Tim said with a smile, closing the door behind him to keep the heat in. “So, what’s the plan? Get in the shower and melt your cast off?”

“Shut up. I was cold.”

Tim could see the goosebumps across Chris’s shoulders, just from having the door open for a minute. He traced his fingers over them and Chris shuddered. Tim was pretty sure that wasn’t from being cold, and the thought sent a surge of heat through him.

“How about I help you again?” Tim asked, tugging off his own shirt, which was already plastered to his skin.

“Uh, what?” Chris asked, staring at his chest.

Tim didn’t flex. He didn’t. But it was close.

Instead, he pushed his sweats to the floor and kicked them away, leaving him in only his boxer briefs, his dick pushing forward.

Chris ran his eyes down Tim’s body.

“Like what you see?” he asked, curious.

“Yes,” Chris croaked.

“But you see it every day. Isn’t it sort of…I don’t know, the usual?”

Chris stared pointedly at the growing bulge in Tim’s briefs. “This is different.”

Tim smiled and knelt between Chris’s knees, careful not to bump the cast as he put his hands high on Chris’s thighs and rubbed. “How about I help you with your bath?”

“Uh, what?”

“Let’s get you clean,” Tim said, as innocently as he could manage as he reached for the washcloth and turned on the sink. “I promise to do a more thorough job this time.”

“But. You can’t—I already—” Chris’s voice choked off when Tim ran the cloth down Chris’s chest, and around his ribs.



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