Chapter 23

Nick rinsed off the foam from the body wash and squeezed some shampoo into his palm. Rubbing it into his scalp, he turned his thoughts to Denny’s references to Jesse.

Does the jerk care about Jesse at all? He just seems so…so…uncommitted. Like this is all just some temporary thing.

Nick began to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

Oh, God, Jesse. If I had a guy like that to come home to, a guy who gave me a ring, I’d have him on a plane to Iowa, Massachusetts, or Canada as fast as I could.

As Nick stood under the spray, letting the shampoo get washed away by the streams of warm water, he pictured Jesse as he had the previous night: Jesse at the gym working out; Jesse in the shower; Jesse smiling at him across the room; laughing…talking. Almost before he realized what he was doing, he arched his back and shot volleys of thick, white, ropey cum all over the wall of his shower stall.