Chapter 1

“Luke…”

Luke looked up from his books and saw Jamie standing in the doorway to the office, dressed in his wrestling costume, with streaks of oily mud all over his skin. Luke forgot how to speak for a moment, then managed to grunt, “What?”

“Shower’s not working,” Jamie said, hands on his hips.

Damn, he looked fine.

When Luke failed to respond, Jamie said, “Can you take a look?”

“Can’t you ask someone else?” Luke said.

“They’re all busy,” Jamie replied. “And I’m sodirty.”

Luke smiled at that. “Alright,” he relented, getting up from his chair.

Jamie smiled deviously and strutted off. Luke had a perfect view of his plump ass, clad in brightly colored spandex, as he walked down the hall. Jamie led the way to the changing rooms with the shower stalls—basically a set of small bathrooms with leaky showers.

Jamie went into one room, and gestured to the shower stall inside.

Luke edged in past him, careful not to get mud on his clothes from brushing too close.

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s the dial,” Jamie said, closing the changing room door.

Luke frowned, but he leaned into the shower and tried the dial. The water came on as normal, spurting out of the shower hose above. Luke leaned out of the way so he didn’t get splashed, and rolled up his sleeve so he could hold his hand under the spray. The water was warm. Luke withdrew his hand and turned around, raising an eyebrow at Jamie. “Works fine.”

Jamie was watching him with a half-smile on his lips. “Oops,” he said, not sounding the least bit sorry. “My bad.”

Luke was acutely aware they were shut in a changing room alone together. “You, um.” He cleared his throat. “You can shower now.”

Jamie’s smile spread over his face. “What a good idea,” he purred, and reached for the straps on his shoulders. Luke’s eyes got a little rounder as Jamie shucked the straps and pushed the costume down, exposing his sculpted pectorals and washboard abs. Not that Luke hadn’t seen Jamie strip before, just…It was a little different with only the two of them.

“Um. I’ll just get out of your way then,” he mumbled, trying to avert his eyes. His eyes didn’t want to look away.

“You don’t have to leave,” Jamie said, working the tight spandex costume down over his hips. It dropped down his legs to the floor, leaving him naked. Jamie was already half hard, his cock standing out proudly from his body. He walked toward Luke seductively (and, damn, he knew how to make a walk look sexy) and stopped just in front of him. The room was small, there wasn’t anywhere else for Luke to go. He swallowed. “We, um. We talked about this.”

“You talked,” Jamie corrected, and stepped into the shower. He placed his hands on both sides of the cubicle, half twisting away so he could throw a flirty look over his shoulder. “Come on, Luke. Hop in.”

“I don’t think it’s such a good idea.”

“I’ve seen you looking,” Jamie said, and reached for the sponge. He stepped under the spray, water cascading down his back and over his ass. The streaks of mud began to run off his skin, tracking down his legs. Luke exhaled in admiration. “Lookin’s different than doin’.”

Jamie laughed at that. “What’s the problem? I can be discreet.”

It wasn’t about being discreet, Luke thought, it was just…Workplace romances were never a good idea, and he didn’t have a great track record when it came to romance anyway.

“Enjoy your shower,” Luke said, and yanked the plastic shower curtain across the stall to create a barrier.

“Yeah, I’ll jerk off thinking about you,” Jamie said, and the shower curtain showed a perfect Jamie silhouette as he began to wash himself.

“It’s a free country,” Luke quipped, and made himself look away. Damn, his dick was hard as a rock. He adjusted himself, then headed to the door.

“Do you think about me when you jerk off?” Jamie asked, making Luke pause. “Because I think about you. A lot.”

Luke’s horny mind helpfully provided images of Jamie doing just that: what he’d look like and what sounds he’d make when he came. Luke knew he should get out of here, now, but…What if he stayed? What if he pursued this thing with Jamie? What if…Luke grabbed the door handle, opened it. He closed his eyes, knowing he should walk out, not get involved. A long moment passed, the only sound being the water falling in the shower.

Jamie called out, hesitant, “You still there?”

Luke sighed in defeat, and closed the door again. “Yeah,” he said. Jamie’s answering laugh was bright and happy.