But fuck, I was dying to.

I tore off my wet clothes and practically dove into the shower, my cock so hard it almost hurt. Under a stream of wonderfully hot water, I flattened one palm against the white tile wall, leaning forward as I stroked myself roughly.

My head filled with visions of Henry’s mouth and tongue and hands and the firm lines of his lean body against me, but this time we weren’t in the rain with our clothes on. We kissed and rubbed together in my mind as I toyed with my foreskin, legs spread for balance.

I imagined him behind me. Inside me. Grunting in my ear with hot breath, filling me, coming inside me. I traced the sensitive ridge along my shaft, wondering what Henry would sound like when he let go. Wondering what he’d sound like moaning and groaning as our wet skin slapped together.

My balls tightened, pressure building through my body as I strained and stroked harder, my cock throbbing in my familiar grasp. What would Henry’s hand feel like on me? His mouth? What would he taste like?

Seizing tight, I shot my load over the tiles, shuddering, my groans muffled in the steamy enclosure. I milked myself and fondled my balls, little sparks licking up my spine. With my elbow bent and forearm against the tiles, I cushioned my forehead on my arm, panting.

Well. Either it had been way too long since I’d hooked up or I really, truly wanted to get busy with Henry. A lot.

I laughed, and maybe I was losing it, but damn, I really wanted to fuck Henry. Not just fuck. I wished he was holding me like he had on the street, strong and stable while these bursts of grief and hysteria came and went.

But what did Henry want? Was he only being nice to me? It had to be that. Or he was being a good friend because he’d proven himself a kind person underneath his uptight, careful exterior. He’d seemed so humorless over the years, but really he was shy and careful.

Could I make him moan and come and laugh and lose control?

I stayed in the shower too long imagining it, my dick twitching. I was barely into the white, terrycloth hotel robe when there was a soft knock at the door. My ears burned as I tightened the sash around my waist. Here was Henry being generous by hanging out with me, and I was jerking off about him. He’d be horrified.

I yanked open the door before he had second thoughts. Henry’s hair was wet, and he’d changed into sweatpants and a gray Skate Canada T-shirt. I was honestly disappointed he wasn’t in his adorable plaid pajamas.

His feet were socked, and it made him seem so vulnerable somehow, even though I was the one in a robe. His gaze flicked down my body, then settled around my chin like usual.

“Hey!” I said too brightly as I stepped back. “Thanks for coming.”