He jumped at the voice and looked over to Sebastian. He hooked his towel on the railing and walked towards the showers. He didn’t use the one next to Rory, but left one in between them. He thumped the button on the wall, then hissed as the water hit him. It ran down his muscles, through his grey hair, past his cheeks, over his lips.

Rory couldn’t breathe.

His heart began drumming, and his skin tingled under the spray. He felt too hot and adjusted the temperature on the wall.

For eight weeks, he managed to avoid having a shower at the same time as Sebastian, but it was just the two of them, and the guard watching on the other side of the glass.

Sebastian started soaping up his body, and the smoky, dark scent of his body wash travelled to Rory’s nose. His mouth watered, and he turned the shower temperature down another notch.

He’d seen Sebastian’s cock, it was unavoidable when they shared a cell, but this was different. Sebastian stood in all his glory, under bright light, soaping up his body.

Rory didn’t know what to do with himself.

Bubbles clung to the hair at the top of Sebastian’s cock and ran down his legs.

Rory knew he should leave the shower room, but he couldn’t.

“You okay over there?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah, fine.”

Rory forced himself to look away, but three seconds later, he was flashing looks Sebastian’s way again. Sebastian soaped up his cock, and it was hard in his hands. Hard, and thick, and red with arousal. Rory’s eyes fluttered, and he panted at the tiles.

“Jesus…” he breathed.

“What was that?”

“N—nothing.”

Sebastian looked down at his cock. “Sorry, I can’t help it. I said before you’re my type.”

Rory swallowed hard, unable to say anything back.

“Looks like I’m your type, too.”

Rory hadn’t looked down at his cock once, tried to pretend he couldn’t feel the pressure, and the ache. He was hard and adjusting the shower had done nothing to dampen his arousal.

He slammed his fist on the button, cutting the water, then hurried to get his towel. He wrapped it around his waist, turned away from Sebastian, took ten deep breaths, then left the room.

****

Rory dreaded lock-up, but Sebastian didn’t mention the shower incident. He went through his nighttime routine, then Rory slipped down from the top bunk, and went through his. They didn’t speak, but lay in silence until the lights cut out.

“Was that the first time you’ve got hard looking at a man?”

Rory bit his lip. “No. I—I like men.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Problem?”

“You’re avoiding looking at me in the eye again.”

“No, I’m not.”