...Three separate stalls ran in a line off the locker room, each hidden by a thin plastic curtain. A wooden bench lined the wall opposite the showers; it was here Vic left the towel. Reaching past the curtain into the middle stall, he turned the faucet knob all the way to the left—water shot from the showerhead to beat against the plastic curtain. After a moment, steam began to rise from the stall. Vic pushed past the curtain into the rush of hot water that pounded down over his head and shoulders. Closing his eyes, he raised his face into the spray and let it wash away the sweat, his burning muscles, all emotion.

Because these showers weren’t for general use, the employees kept personal effects in them. The middle stall was Matt’s. A bottle of his favorite shampoo sat on a shelf, along with the blue bath loofah that had been among the gifts Vic had given him for Christmas. Using the shampoo as soap, Vic lathered the loofah, then began to soap up his body.

He moved briskly, rubbing over his skin with rough strokes. When Matt climbed out of the pool, Vic sensed his movements, though his lover blocked his thoughts. Even without reading his mind, Vic knew Matt planned to join him, closing himself off in an attempt to sneak up on his telepathic lover. With bare feet, Vic would never hear him approach over the sound of the shower. A slow smile spread across his face as he lathered his chest. ::Where you at, Matty?::

No reply.

Vic rubbed down over his shaved groin, gasping when the loofah scratched along his heavy cock. It was an almost painful sensation, but Vic fisted himself through the loofah and thrust into it, his fingers massaging his balls as he soaped up. He lingered long enough to get aroused, then ran the loofah down his legs. When he bent over, his hard dick bumped against his stomach, sending shivers of delight through his body.

Then a hand eased between his legs, fingers curving between his buttocks.

Caught off guard, Vic stumbled into the wall of the shower, his lover’s name on his lips. “Matt,” he sighed, a sound lost as the shower curtain was pulled open, then closed.

With one hand smoothing along the cleft of Vic’s ass, Matt pressed his chest against his lover’s back and kissed Vic’s shoulder. “You looking for me?” he purred.

Vic arched his back to push his buttocks against Matt’s crotch. He felt his lover’s own erection strain the slick Lycra of his swim briefs. Moving his hips, Vic rubbed back into Matt, his buttocks clenched as that sheathed cock slid between them. Still hugging the wall, he turned his head, mouth open, eyes shut at the sensations that rose in him at his lover’s touch. Matt’s next kiss landed on his lips, his warm tongue possessive, eager.

Matt’s arms wrapped around Vic’s body, one high across his chest, the other angling for his dick. Gentle fingers smoothed over his soapy balls, fondling them, then stroked beneath Vic’s length slowly, petting him. Another touch tickled his right nipple, plucking it, teasing it erect. The shower rained down around them, and the water seemed to sizzle with their lust. When Matt began to trail kisses along his lover’s jaw line, Vic growled, “Take off those damn Speedos and fuck me already.”

“You’re so romantic,” Matt teased as he leaned against Vic, his arms tightening around Vic’s waist. Only those wet briefs kept them apart.