Mike let the hot spray of the shower caress the back of his neck as he put his hands on the wall, leaning forward. He closed his eyes, trying both to focus and to relax.
Tag had taken him, and, as usual, he enjoyed it. Scott knew this happened sometimes, so allowed him to have these trysts on the side. Part of him felt guilty, for giving in, but that part had been less and less loud these past few times.
He thought he felt someone behind him. someone close and rubbing up against him. This was the base shower. It had to be one of the guys. It was safe, after all. Mike leaned back into him, and the man just breathed on his neck, making no other sound, but a grunt as he thrust.
Mike jerked forward, but lte the other person in. As the two moved togther, Mike wondered who it would be at the end. Would it be Fold, finally feeling that he could do things with him because his boyfriend was “better”? Troy, the quiet one? Damon–no, not Damon. He wasn’t using his shadows. Who was it?
Whoever it was didn’t last long, as he thrust only a few times and then was still. Mike disengaged himself and turned around to face his mysterious lover.
“Jamie?” Fury rushed up and caused him to blush with anger.
Jamie, trying to recover, ended up backing away. “You fucking…”
Jamie raised his hands. “Didn’t you like it?”
Mike stepped close. “Don’t ever do that again. Ever. Or I swear by the gods, I’ll kill you.” He stepped out of the shower, leaving it running.
