with the man he wanted.
“A new partner,” he mumbled.
Theo let out a low whistle. “That’s a bit dangerous, don’t you think?”
“You don’t know the half of it.” The longer they talked the better Grant felt about calling Theo. His longtime friend always had an ear to lend and a shoulder to cry on. He understood the demons Grant battled, because he battled them too.
“I’ll meet you at your place in say an hour?” Theo offered.
“Perfect.” That would give Grant enough time to drive home, shower, and rid his thoughts of Parker.
Grant ran the hot water while stripping his clothes from his body. He climbed in and let the hot jets pound his weak body. The day had drained him. Too much had happened in a short period of time.
He picked up the bar of soap and ran it over his skin. The suds grew and lathered his body. He ran the soap over his cock, and it stirred to life. It seemed to have a mind of its own today. He’d been hard more than not, all because of his new partner. He knew it was a dangerous game to get involved with a partner, not that Parker would.
Grant had to keep his feelings to himself. Sharing his sexuality had caused enough damage. He couldn’t risk everything by trying to hit on Parker.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the water pelting his body. He dropped the soap and caressed his dick. His initial reaction was to find relief in the arms of Theo, but then he thought better of it. He had to steer clear of sex with anyone right now. His mind wasn’t in the right place. Taking care of business himself was the smartest thing to do.
As he stroked up and down the length of his penis, he felt the muscles in his neck ease. Images of Parker filled his mind. Dangerous, but he didn’t care. He could fantasize about him as long as he didn’t act on his desires.
He leaned against the tiled wall and continued stroking his cock. He moved with slow, measured strokes, pulling the skin over his mushroom cap and then back again. The delicate strokes became rushed as the need for release raced through his veins.
Unable to wait another moment, he tightened his grip and tugged. His hand jerked as his hot liquid jetted out into the shower.
He silently cursed as his orgasm pumped from his dick. It felt so fucking good to get the much-needed relief. If only it could have been Parker’s hand inside of his own.
* * * *
The hot shower worked wonders for Grant’s tired body. He walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of beer; he twisted the cap and tossed it in the garbage.
“Two points for me.” He took a long swig off the golden, heady liquid. “Perfect.”
He turned to head into the living room when the doorbell rang.
He quickly grabbed a second beer and rushed to answer the door. He couldn’t wait to see Theo. He’d give Grant a chance to talk out the events of the day. Maybe Theo could help him sort out the sexual tension he felt toward Parker. Deep down the guy was a decent partner. Grant hadn’t figured out what Parker put in his pocket, but tomorrow was another day. He yanked the handle, opening the door.
“Want a…?” Grant’s mouth practically fell to the floor. “Parker? What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I need to tell you something, and I was afraid to talk to you in the car or on the street.”
Fuck. This was not a good time. Theo would be arriving momentarily. He did not want the two crossing paths. One never knew what would come out of Theo’s mouth.
“Look, this really isn’t a good—”
“Don’t tell me this isn’t a good time. I really need to talk to you. It’s important.”
Grant struggled with what to do. He didn’t need Theo trying to size Parker up or playing matchmaker. On the other hand, Parker had hidden something from him, and it appeared he wanted to confess. Grant wanted to know what he was hiding.
“Come on in.” He stepped aside.
Parker stepped across the threshold, and Grant nudged the door closed with his