...Rebel lay in bed, listening to the shower run, and wondering what kept Kai going at three in the morning. His dick ached, pulsing to life as he imagined Kai with water and soap suds cascading down his naked body.

He wondered if Kai were in as much pain as he was right now, tormented by a cock that had no idea what time it was—only that there was an incredibly sexy man behind a closed door, his ripples of muscles sluiced with steamy water and spicy soap.

Unable to hold back, he swallowed hard and reached for a bottle of lube he kept in the bedside drawer. It took him a long, frustrating moment to find it in the darkness and squirt cool, slippery jelly into his palm, but once he tossed the bottle back in the drawer, he relaxed.

Kai was anything but quiet in the shower, and Rebel smiled. Yep, the man was definitely gay, because no straight man sharing a house with another guy would dare to sing “Defying Gravity” from Wicked in the shower.

Rebel was starting to defy his own kind of gravity as he fisted his dick at the base and slowly rolled upward, shivering as pleasure spread through him. He held his breath, his hips lifting from the mattress as he reached the tip of his shaft and quickly stroked back to his testicles.

A soft groan left his lips as he pinched the head of his cock and massaged the ridge, feeling every inch of his dick the way he hoped Kai would explore him. He thought about Kai lying beside him, tickling him with his breath and gentle, damp kisses as he played with him, teasing him almost to the breaking point.

He wanted it so much it hurt and, as he began to work his way between his legs, he murmured Kai’s name, whispering to him as though begging his lover to give him the relief he needed.

“Please,” he murmured, imagining it was Kai teasing his hole. He’d nearly curled himself into a ball, using one hand to brace himself and the other to touch and arouse his already rock-hard dick.

He penetrated his hole with his index finger and slid it in as far as he could manage, then slowly pulled out. His dick twitched in response, his balls heavy and ready to unload directly into Kai’s mouth. He pumped several times in a row, each one a little deeper, filling himself a little more. Normally he preferred a toy, but it would take too long to find.

The sound of Kai’s voice was better than a toy; it was real and deep, fueling Rebel’s desires. If only he were murmuring Rebel’s name instead of song lyrics, telling him how much he wanted to swallow every last drop of his seed.

Rebel had himself worked up, his hips pumping in time with each hard stroke. The bedsprings squeaked and he wondered if Kai could hear him. Clearly he would know what he was doing…and then what? Maybe he’d join him…

He began stroking harder, no longer concerned about being caught in the act. He needed this too much to stop now.

The images in his head turned to Kai walking into the room, a towel around his hips and his dark hair damp. He imagined the surprise on his face turning into a seductive smile as he leaned against the doorframe and watched, his gaze locked on Rebel’s thick, engorged cock.

That was more than Rebel could handle. With one last thrust into his hole, he turned onto his side and grabbed a tissue, just barely catching a load of hot sperm. He took a shuddering breath as his body went limp and his frustration turned to satisfaction.

The shower turned off. Rebel closed his eyes, listening to the last drops hit the shower floor and Kai draw back the curtain. There he was, a door away and naked, Kai’s body warm, slick, and clean. Rebel’s heart rate refused to slow, his libido denying him sleep. All he could think about was how damn good Kai had to look fresh out of the shower—and him drying off and changing into pajama pants and the baby blue T-shirt with a catcher on the front.