...“I’ll leave you to unpack. I’ve left towels in the bathroom. If there is anything you need, don’t hesitate. Dinner will be served in a half-hour.” She left quietly, closing the door behind her.
Dorian threw his bag on the bed, then walked over to check out the view from his window. Perfect. It looked out to the back of the house, onto the pool and tennis court. He reached for the window latch and pulled up the sash, poking out his head. There was a trellis. If he needed to, in an emergency, he could climb down it, although he was at least ten feet off the ground. Let’s hope he didn’t need to use that exit.
A half-hour before dinner left him time for a quick shower. After traveling all day, he was feeling grungy. He opened his bag and put his stuff into the drawers, two pairs of jeans and several T-shirts, underwear and socks, as well as shaving stuff. He hoped people didn’t dress up for dinner because he hadn’t brought any dressy clothes.
The shower was well equipped with one those contraptions on the wall filled with shampoo and shower gel. He grabbed a towel from the towel rack and threw it on top of the toilet seat nearby. Then he stepped into the shower stall and pulled the rounded glass door closed. He turned the handle and the water came out from all directions. It took a minute or two to adjust the temperature but then…yeah, it hit all the right places with a pulsing massage. He flattened his back against the wall and let it do its work. He could get used to this shower big time. It was the same kind of a shower he’d been in a few months back. A rich guy in a condo who had some critical information for him had had a shower just like this. It was too bad the shower was the best thing about the time he’d spent there.
When he finally turned off the shower and opened the door, he took a step back. Mark stood there, a towel in his hand, with a big grin on his face.
“What in hell are you doing in here?” Dorian grabbed the towel and attempted to wrap it around his waist, then discovered that Mark had given him a hand towel. His bath towel was still sitting on the top of the toilet. “Very funny!” He tossed it at him and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed the other one off the toilet and hastily gathered it around him. “Okay, so, answer my question. What are doing in here?”
Mark grinned. “Admiring the view.”
“Admiring the view,” Dorian repeated, his mouth tightening. “Ever heard of privacy?” He walked back into his room.
Mark came to stand in the doorway. “Yes but I need some stimulation.”
“Buy a magazine!”
Mark laughed. “To tell you the truth, I don’t think I could do better. You’ve got a killer body. You commandos must keep your bodies in tip-top shape.”
“Well, you’ve already seen all you need to, so how about you leave so that I can get dressed?”
“I thought we had to be together every minute?”
“You don’t quit, do you? You’re right next door. If someone tries to blow off your head, give me a shout.”
“Very cute. And ah…” He paused. “Great cock, just the way I like them, big and thick. Don’t you stroke it in the shower?”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
Mark laughed and disappeared into his own room.
Dorian shook his head. “Jesus,” he said between clenched teeth. First the guy gives him a show this morning in his dorm room, now he was watching him in the shower. Had he been that damned oversexed at Mark’s age?
Dorian pulled on his jeans. The answer was “yes.” He suddenly had an image of Mark Honeywell in bed at the dorm. He’d let his thighs fall open. His hips had lifted a little in invitation. Dorian had had to turn away. It had stiffened his cock and filled his mouth with saliva. If he hadn’t been working…no, he had to keep his mind completely off sex for this one. It didn’t look like he was going to have time to get any. Mark Honeywell was off limits, entirely...