Fatal Pursuit

diciotto/dieciocho

I wiped my eyes one good time to make sure that there wasn't any soap obscuring my view and that the person whom I was standing ass-to-abs with was truly Ignacio.

My eyes were not deceiving me, it was him. Although his hair was shaved down to a buzzcut, his skin was a deeper olive tone as if he had been working outside and he looked a bit rough overall.

But his eyes... they looked so sad now, they had lost so much dimension. They didn't feel like him. It was like he had taken someone else's eyes and popped them into his own skull. They scared me more than the fact that he had broken in and snuck into the shower with me.

He saw the uncertain fear in my face and cupped a hand over my mouth, "Please, don't say anything. Please." he begged in a hushed tone.

"Infinity," Dante's voice came through the door, " I know you're washing your hair but I think I left my phone in the bathroom, can I come in?"

His hand gripped tighter over my mouth and his cold eyes looked into me as he shook his head, pleading my sympathy.

I pulled his hand from my mouth, pushing him away, "One second, baby." I called, Nacho grimacing at the 'baby'.

I shut off the water and got out, wrapping a towel around my dripping body. For some reason I still felt completely exposed, as if the towel was transparent. I rubbed my hands nervously against the cloth to dry them off before grabbing Dante's phone.

I looked back at Nacho, still in the shower eyeing me.

I motioned frantically for him to get out and hide somewhere, he looked at me as if saying where the hell am I supposed to hide?

I gestured over at the laundry basket and he looked at me as if I was absolutely insane. Of course his Herculean body wouldn't be fully concealed in there but maybe if I threw some clothes on top...

He took his wet body out of the shower, cupping his dick in his hands, leaving wet footprints along the floor as he quickly waddled over to the linen closet like a penguin trying to catch their bus, and climbed in.

He barely fit inside as he struggled to keep the little knobs of the double doors pulled closed.

"Are you okay in there?" Dante said, I watched the doorknob twist as the door began to open, "I can just come in and grab it-"

"No!" I called out, louder than intended. Slamming my body against the door.

He chuckled, releasing the knob , "Baby, I've seen you naked like a million times by now."

I opened the door just enough for only my head to come out, "And every time I end up with my legs up by my ears," I said quietly so that Nacho wouldn't overhear. The thought of him listening to that made me mentally cringe.

The apples of Dante's cheeks reddened as he smiled tightly, "Can you blame me though?"

I shrugged. "Here's your phone, bye now." I shut the door in his face before he could think of something else to say that would prolong the conversation.

"Love you." he called through the door.

I froze, knowing that Nacho had heard that loud and clear. I was conflicted as to whether I should say it back.

"Infinity? I said I love- nevermind, uh... I'll be back in a little bit." he sounded so hurt but of course I couldn't go after him and explain that I didn't say it back because Nacho's nude, dripping body was crammed into the wardrobe just a few steps away.

I waited until I heard Dante's footsteps pad away and leave the house.

"Okay, he's gone."

Nacho slithered out with a step towel wrapped around his waist, "How come your towel is so long?" I looked down and the cloth barely kissed his thighs.