Chapter 20

“Bastard.” Mike ran a hand down Kurt’s chest, down to his hip, then veering sideways to cup Kurt’s balls.

No more words were said for a while as the water sprayed them. Kurt let Mike run hands all over his body. Most of it was aimed at getting clean, but some of it was exploration again. It wasn’t like the two of them hadn’t touched over the past two years, even prior to the events of Iraq. They’d wrestled, sparred, horsed around, but all of this was so very different. Kurt wasn’t sure this wasn’t going to come back to bite them big time, but this evening he was living in the moment. And at that moment, he was getting hard again from the sheer simple pleasure of Mike’s touch. Mike pressed him back against the tile, chest to chest, groins flush, grinding.

Soap and hot water mixed with precome for a slippery slidey sensation. Kurt groaned, face against Mike’s shoulder.

“Look at me,” Mike murmured.

Kurt lifted his head and gazed at Mike. Mike’s pupils were dilated in arousal.