Ian stood under the spray until the bottoms of his feet were pruny and his erection had finally flagged. The latter took longer, though considering the intensity of his arousal, that wasn’t very surprising. He’d almost settled into stroking one off when he’d got into the shower in the first place, simply to relieve the pressure. The only reason he hadn’t was because as soon as he touched his c**k, the memory of Lucas returned, his tight, hot body molded to Ian’s, his mouth warm and confident when he opened to both of their desire. Ian wouldn’t do himself any favors by coming with images of Lucas burned onto his brain. He’d never be able to look the man in the eye again.
He wasn’t so sure he could do it now. Perhaps he could make the excuse of food and go out for a brief break. From what h
