Eric cranked up the hot water, letting steam fill the bathroom at his hotel. He stripped, leaving a pile of clothes on the tiled floor. Stepping into the shower, he had one goal in mind.

He needed to take matters into his own hands.

The hot water beat down on him, the multi-directional shower spraying him from head to toe. Eric closed his eyes, savoring the heat, the quiet, and the chance to let his fantasies play out. Not wasting a second, Eric grabbed his throbbing shaft and stroked.

His breath hissed.

In his mind’s eye, he saw Jordan standing in front of him in a towel. The other man met his gaze with one of those sexy, grouchy, fiery-blue glares of his, but the bulge beneath Jordan’s towel made it clear he was ready to play.

“Get your sexy ass in here,” Eric growled.

Jordan dropped his towel to the floor. Like a goddamn unveiling, Jordan’s cock sprang up, pointing toward Eric as he joined him in the shower. He was hard as steel and fucking beautiful.

Eric’s mouth watered, and his hand itched to touch the long, thick shaft.

“You better be ready for the hottest hand job of your life because I’m about to drive you wild,” Eric said, reaching for Jordan’s cock.

“Let’s not get confused about who gives the orders.” Jordan pushed Eric against the wall and crushed his mouth over his. There was no hesitation, no questions, just an unbridled heat that Eric hadn’t known existed inside the shy, quiet quarterback.

But Jordan wasn’t shy now. He was demanding, and the second his lips claimed Eric’s, his hand was around Eric’s dick—stroking, tugging, jerking. Eric had wanted to jack Jordan off, but God, it felt so fucking good to have Jordan touching him. To have Jordan’s hand wrapped tightly around his shaft. The man didn’t play around. He went for it, with rough tugs that made Eric’s balls tighten.

“Because I want you coming in my hand, Eric,” Jordan murmured against his lips. “Mine. Got that?”

Eric moaned his yes, lust rocketing through him as he pumped his dick into Jordan’s firm grip. He’d always wondered which one of them would come out on top. He didn’t know—and didn’t really care—but it would be hot as hell to find out.

For now, he needed more contact.

Eric snaked his hands around Jordan’s neck, dragging him closer, needing the other man’s chest hot against his own. Now he could feel Jordan’s cock, hard and hot, twitching against his body, and it drove him wild.

Eric didn’t let the fantasy end there.

Images of the other man’s sinful body collided with Eric’s present as he gripped his dick tighter in his palm. Under the pounding shower spray, his breath hitched as he pictured capturing Jordan’s cock in his hand, touching that smooth, hard flesh, sliding his fist from the head to the base.

He could see them jacking each other, fucking each other’s hands at the same damn time as the water poured down around them. Lust ricocheted through him as he imagined the two of them, gripping, tugging, stroking. His breath came faster as the scene unfolded, Jordan’s huge cock jumping through the slick tunnel of Eric’s hand. Their two bodies hard and tight against each other. Hands on flesh, grunts piercing the air, moans growing deeper, louder.

God, he wanted that. Wanted all of it.

Eric’s balls constricted, and the first twinge of a climax began to bear down on him. He gripped his dick harder, tighter, faster, jerking himself so damn hard as he imagined the filthy things he would say to Jordan.

“I want you to come so hard you’re on your knees by the time you’re finished.”

“And then what?” Jordan asked. “Then I take your cock in my mouth and suck you? Take you deep and suck you so fucking hard you come in my throat.”

Oh God. Oh fucking God. Yes, that.

Eric needed to curl his hands around the man’s skull, grip him, and fuck his lips so hard.

His spine crackled, pleasure igniting in his bones. He slammed a hand on the shower wall, bracing himself, as he worked his dick hard and rough. With a guttural yell, Eric came harder than he had in years. His come shot up and out, arcing through the air as he milked the last of his orgasm out with a shaking hand.

He shuddered.

Fuck, that was good. So good.

He slid down the wall to the shower floor and sat there catching his breath, hoping to regain his senses before the water ran cold.

Jesus. If Jordan could work him into a state like this after ten minutes alone in the dark and just a touch through their clothes, what would happen if they had more time to play?

Maybe a long weekend alone at his beach house?

Eric knew he shouldn’t make another play for the man—he had to maintain a certain level of discretion if he wanted to keep his high-profile endorsements, and Jordan made him feel anything but discreet—but he couldn’t help wishing that the stars would align again. He would like another chance to see Jordan glaring at him across a room, pretending he wasn’t every bit as hard as Eric was and every bit as hungry for a taste of what they’d missed back when they were younger.