His short dark hair was still damp from a recent shower—that ridiculous caesar cut he’d sported since freshman year college. Gay sex He set his phone face down, the hook up app pings silenced. The natural athleticism in his form, the power he’d painstakingly built in it still gave Austin a dull pang of desire. But in the end he always returned home. Austin inferred the rustling of clothes, then the bathroom door closing after a flush. The distinctive click of Cade’s bedroom door, a pause and then the faint squeak of bedsprings.And then, the real show began.It started subtly—a rhythmic creak that built slowly, but undeniably. The scent of garlic and soy quickly filled the apartment, beating back the lingering remnants of perfume and the steam from the bathroom.A few minutes later, Cade emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a low-slung towel that clung to his hips, the few stray dark hairs on his lower abs trailing into it. “Every time, man. Probably home just after a workout, gauging by the swell of his chest and biceps, pumped.”Rough one, corporate slave?” Cade’s voice was a low rumble, nearly monotone, his eyes still glued to his screen.Austin stood in the doorway, well shaped forearms crossed—a flex that would have gotten the attention of
