Short Stories/Romance Concepts

Standalone (NSFW)

"I'm gonna hop in the shower," Alec said, slinging his towel over his shoulder. "Come with?"

Cole did a double take. "Why, exactly?"

"Saves water, I dunno." The shorter man shrugged. "I saw something about it on TV."

"You're easily influenced," Cole remarked. "Sure, if you say so." He reached behind his roommate to the bathroom door and pushed it open before turning to the drying rack for a towel. The second Alec's back was turned, Cole threw his arms to the ceiling, as if he were thanking God for an answer to a prayer.

The second lightbulb in the room suddenly went out, leaving the only working one being the one above the toilet. "Shit, man, we need to start fixing these," Alec sighed.

The water started running and Cole heard the sound of cloth hitting the floor. He pressed his hands to his face, feeling his cheeks increase in temperature. He was certain it would show on his face, so he tried to take deep breaths.

"Hey, you coming?" Alec's voice floated gracefully along with the steam, and Cole melted.

"Yeah, yeah, don't rush me," the black-haired man gestured annoyedly towards the shower. He started by taking off his shirt extremely slowly, struggling to believe that this was finally happening. Untying the waistband of his sweats, he dropped those, along with his boxers, to the floor. He pushed aside the glass door to the shower and stepped inside.

Holy shit. A thousand thoughts rushed through his mind at a thousand miles a minute. He was sure he was blushing, sure he was hyperventilating, sure every sign pointed to his embarrassment. Alec's body was almost perfect. The man looked like he was sculpted out of stone. The running water defined his muscles beautifully, and the limited light from the single light source traced the gorgeous angles of his chest. He looked like a Greek god.

"You ok, man?" Alec looked concerned. Cole felt a pair of warm, coarse hands gently grasp his forearms, sending what felt like all his blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Yep. Sorry. I'm good."

"If you say so." Alec picked up the off-brand shampoo bottle. "Hey, it'll be easier if we get each other, no?" He turned around and offered his friend the soap.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Here," Cole took the bottle and poured some onto his hand before setting to lathering the shorter man's hair. His soft, beautiful, angelic hair. When dry, his hair was a strawberry blonde, a color reminiscent of the sunset on a quiet summer's day. When wet, it shifts to a dark dirty blonde. Cole was in heaven. Running his fingers through his friend's locks, he could not believe how he'd gotten to this point.

"That feels really fucking amazing," Alec sighed as Cole continued tenderly massaging his scalp. "You're really over-performing here." The blonde had closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "Man, I'm gonna feel bad doing yours."

Cole smiled. He was proud that he was impressing Alec. "I think you're about good. Rinse off and get me?" Alec nodded in response and took the shampoo from the shower floor. He turned to face Cole.

Alec was hard. His boner pressed against Cole's thigh. Cole was suddenly very aware of how fast his heart was beating and where the blood was going. Alec pretended as though nothing was up, rinsing his head, then  creating a lather with the shampoo in his hands. He was only a little shorter than his roommate, but still had to reach up to begin working it through Cole's coarse black hair. The men were still facing each other. Alec's tough hands ran through Cole's hair like a hot knife through butter.

Obviously, Cole was not doing well in the flaccidity department. Seeing his counterpart get excited from his touch drove him mad. He wanted to plant his lips on Alec's, to express how much he had been thinking about him.