4 Chapter 4

“Coming.” Luke tucks his phone away, planning to continue his game later. Maybe on his first fifteen-minute break at the office. He walks behind the bamboo panels.

There’s no shower curtain, although there should be. Sprinkles of shower water moisten the cement floor. Perrin’s chest is covered in soapy suds. The white bubbles define every muscle on his chest, shoulders, and thighs. Water mixed with lather drops to the tub’s concave structure. Suds hang on the accountant’s nipples and the end of his cock. Soapy lather decorates his biceps and abs. A beautiful sight. An art piece. Pure eroticism.

“Can you hand me my razor off the sink?” Perrin asks, busy with a bar of white soap and the shower’s spray, rinsing.

“Shh…ure,” Luke murmurs, obvious frazzled, still hard, over-the-top excited. He grabs the disposable razor and walks to Perrin, who takes it from him.

“Thanks, bud. I usually shave at the sink, but I don’t have time this morning.”