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the sign Ryan hoped to get, as he stepped in and quickly pushed the vinyl sheet closed.
    Ignoring the rush of blood to his groin, Gar said, “Ryan, you don’t need to do this.”
    “I know, but I want to.” He moved closer, bringing with him a hint of peppermint. Dentyne, if Gar wasn’t mistaken. “The better question is, do you want me to go.”
    Ryan was close enough that his rigid member rubbed against Gar’s now-hard cock. Their eyes remained locked, searching each other for something. In that instant, Gar knew Ryan was just as confused as he was.
    “Feels like you want me to stay,” Ryan whispered, pressing his body against Gar’s.
    The warmth and pressure of another body against his, unrelated to violence, flooded his system. Sensual contact was another facet of his life he’d tried to let go of. When that thought sank in, he put his hands on Ryan’s shoulders and pushed back gently. Their eyes met again, but this time, Gar wasn’t seeking answers.
    “Ryan, I’m not sure this is a good idea. I’m not the type of person you should be around.”
    The expected hurt and rejection never appeared. Instead, Ryan smiled. “I’m not exactly someone people want to be around either. Homeless and willing to be a hustler isn’t exactly prime dating stock.”
    Overwhelmed by feelings he’d locked away more than thirty years ago, Gar shook his head. “You’re not homeless, nor undesirable. But you don’t know me, and that’s dangerous.”
    Three inches shorter, Ryan tilted his head up. His dark-brown eyes sparked with life even as he blinked to clear away the water. He reached out, put his left hand on Gar’s chest, and ran his fingers over the wet hairs.
    “My God,” he whispered, never losing eye contact. “Your body is so hard.”
    Ryan’s fingers traced a pattern over most of Gar’s torso, transfixing him with the sensation. Ryan grabbed the soap and slowly ran his hands from Gar’s neck to his ankles, making sure to clean all points in between.
    “Turn around,” he whispered, applying gentle pressure to Gar’s arm.
    Instead of doing what he was told, Gar moved around his companion, allowing Ryan to warm himself under the water. Repeating his movements, Ryan again rubbed soap up and down Gar’s body.
    After giving special care to his butt and legs, Ryan moved closer, pressing his hard-on against Gar’s backside. Pulling the two together, he wrapped his arms around Gar, gently working the soap back into a lather.
    They remained pressed together for a couple of minutes, before Gar turned, hoisted Ryan by his armpits, and switched positions. Ryan’s back slid over Gar’s soapy chest, while Gar reached around to clean his front.
    Gar could feel his cock sticking up, pressed between Ryan’s cheeks. Twice, Ryan wiggled his butt and then rubbed up and down. By now, Gar had put the soap away, holding Ryan to enjoy the rush of unfamiliar feelings.
    When they had been under the water for fifteen minutes, Gar made sure they were thoroughly rinsed, then turned the taps off. A second set of towels lay on the counter, and Ryan shrugged slightly before taking one.
    Dry and in need of a moment alone, Gar rummaged through the linen closet, removing a toothbrush still in its plastic. “I don’t know if you have one, but this one is new.”
    “Thanks. I do, but it’s buried.”
    Gar walked toward the window in his bedroom, wrapping the towel around his waist as he moved. Pulling steadily, he opened the blinds to the city below. The kid woke something Gar kept dormant for a reason. People couldn’t understand what he’d become. Worse, caring for someone only put them at risk. The Purpose didn’t care about the position held by the guilty. If vengeance was required, Gar needed to exact punishment. He’d killed stupid kids, drug lords, government agents, and powerful politicians. Survival required he move around, hide his identity, and not leave witnesses.
    Having someone around made it harder, and while he