Savior:A Tattered Club Story(26)
But, Ethan wasn’t a scrawny kid. The tuck of his waist curved, melting into a pair of slender hips. Niko ran the palm of his hand down the bumps on his abdomen. Crunches and hang ups shaped the deep crevasses of his six pack, but not Ethan. Hell no. The indentions of his abs were thin strips of muscle with each compartment well defined. Niko thought about the swimmers on TV during the Olympics. He could’ve given a shit about the gold metals. Watching those bodies slice through the water, strong and slender as they gracefully lifted out of the pool, made him hard as a steel rod.
Niko slid his hand farther, cupping the heavy balls between his legs. Giving a slight squeeze, he bit his lip, fighting a moan. As his eyes melted closed he sighed, knowing this was all bullshit. He needed to call Samantha—maybe Amy or Rachel. At least he could get his dick sucked. That’d let some tension out before he exploded.
He braced his arm against the wall, tracing the outline of his dick before handling the growing length.
“You going to stand there and play with your balls all night or let your dog out?”
Fuck! Niko raised his hand and gripped the fold of the towel against his waist. “Shut up,” he mumbled, walking down the hall to his bedroom, not daring to look back at what was sure to be a smartass grin on Ethan’s lips.
He threw on a pair of silky red basketball shorts and headed to the living room. As he passed the bathroom, he heard the shower running. The images of fluffy white suds cascading down Ethan’s lower back, trickling only to tip over the crest of two plump globes and slip between the crack made his dick throb.
Goddamn, he adjusted his junk and cursed all the way to the door where Casper was whining.
Niko waited for Casper to walk inside and slid the heavy door closed. The thunk of the latch made the lump on the couch move under a black-and-white checkered blanket. Niko flipped the switch on the wall, sending the room into darkness except for the light above the kitchen sink.
Good night was on the tip of his tongue, but he thought that would be a douchebag thing to say so he walked by the sofa and headed for the hallway.
“Good night.” The voice behind him sounded muffled.
He stopped at the entrance to the hall. “Yeah, good night.”
Total douchebag.
Casper jumped on the bed and sniffed as he wound in circles several times before settling at the right corner of the mattress. “Don’t look at me like that. He needs a place to stay. I’m just helping him out like The Professor did for me.”
“Niko?” The faint voice echoed from behind the closed door.
Niko froze with a pillow in his hand. He hesitated. What if he opened the door and Ethan was standing there in his underwear. What then? Would he be able to maintain the control he had with all the women he’d fucked? Shit. “Yeah?”
“Can I borrow a pair of shorts? My stuff’s in the trunk of the car. I can’t get comfortable in these pants.”
Niko smirked. “Too tight for ya, skinny jeans?”
He heard Ethan snicker. “No.”
“Open the door.” Niko walked to the dresser and opened a drawer to grab another pair of basketball shorts. “These are going to be too big for you.”
Ethan didn’t say anything. He stood with arms crossed against his naked chest. He tried to swallowed, but his throat locked when Niko moved his arms. The thick twin muscles of his chest flexed and relaxed. The ink between the two pale brown nipples rippled.
Ethan shifted his feet as the base of his cock thickened. “Do you always sleep in shorts?” He tried to look away, but the colors and shapes painted across Niko’s tight skin was too mesmerizing.
“No. Do you always stare at a man’s tattoos?”
Ethan snapped his gaze to meet Niko’s face. “No, but yours are...different than any I’ve ever seen. Why do you have CONQUEROR tattooed on your stomach?”
Niko turned to ruffle through the shorts, looking for a smaller pair. “You wouldn’t understand.” What he’d conquered was a source of insanity. Poverty, high school, his art, drugs, juvie, the sound of the gunshot—God, the list went on.
“You see me as a rich kid, don’t you, because I look like a pretty boy?”
Niko tossed the smallest shorts he owned in Ethan’s direction. “It doesn’t matter how I see you. If you have hang-ups, that’s on you. I’m sure you see me as some thug you’d be shitting your pants to meet on the street at night. I get it. I know who I am. You should know who you are.”
Watching Ethan look to the door and slowly nod made Niko’s chest ache—no fuck that, it made his heart clinch and burn. “Listen, get some sleep and we’ll figure out everything tomorrow.”