Excerpt from Epiphany
First an Extra, which doesn't appear in the book:
"Okay, I'm gonna go shower, you make yourself at home."
Graham—no, Gray, he liked that better, it sounded less geeky—stood in the middle of the living room, looking around. God, he was actually here, in Vinnie's flat. Apartment, he corrected himself. He'd never done anything like this before—just met someone on the street and gone home with him. He was getting hard just thinking about Vinnie in the bathroom, getting his clothes off and stepping into the shower...
He hadn't been able to believe it when Vinnie had walked up to him, all pumped-up and sweaty from the gym. He'd been really glad he'd put his baggy jeans on today. Did the man have any idea how bloody gorgeous he was? With that shaven head, and those muscles, he looked like the sort of man you see in porn videos, although usually with a lot more in the way of black leather and chains.
Gray pressed a hand against his aching erection. This was torture. But Vinnie had said he'd only be ten minutes. When he'd finished in the shower, they could... Oh, God. What if he'd been serious about just wanting to help Gray get back to his hotel? He seemed like such a nice guy, maybe he'd think anything else would be taking advantage? Maybe he'd just get dressed and they'd go back out, and Gray would never even get to touch that beautiful chest, run his hands over those immense shoulders... He felt a horrible chill go through him.
Hands shaking just a little (it was excitement, not nerves) Gray took off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom. He could see Vinnie's outline behind the wet shower curtain as he soaped that huge body.
Taking a deep breath, Gray pushed the curtain aside.
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Now on to the Excerpt:
My apartment's kinda nice, it's rent controlled so it's not a pit, and it's got some taste to it, too. See, I got my ma to thank for that. Last few years she had to spend all her time nursing my Pop, and since he died she says she's got too much time on her hands. So she spent some of it doing up my place, and if I hadn't kicked her out, she'd still be coming round every week to clean. A man likes to feel his place is his own, you know? And I figure I'm kinda old to be hiding my porn from my ma. Plus I know her hip ain't so good these days, though she don't complain or nothing.
So the drapes match the furniture and nothing looks too cheap, but I'm wishing I'd cleaned up a little before I went out this morning. Gray looks around like he's never seen the inside of an apartment before -- hell, don't they have those in England? I figured it had to be a myth, all the Brits living in stately fucking mansions with a butler and all that high-brow shit, but you wouldn't know it looking at Gray.
"Okay, I'm gonna go shower, you make yourself at home," I tell him. "Grab a beer from the fridge, turn on the TV, just put your feet up. I'll be ten minutes, tops."
He just kinda looks at me, all serious for a minute, then he snaps out of it and says, "Thank you," real polite like.
So anyhow, I get in the shower, and I got the mother of all boners just thinking about Gray waiting in the living room. I figure I'd better take care of it now, so I soap my hand up good and wrap it around my dick. I'm just taking the first pull -- and Jesus, that feels good -- when I feel a draft as the shower curtain gets pushed aside.
And there's Gray, in all his buck-naked glory.
(back to Contemporary m/m)
