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“Nice place.” Ben parked his bike next to Jason’s, which leaned against the wall just inside the door.

“Thanks.” Jason dropped his backpack to the floor. “I bought it a couple years ago and recently finished getting it exactly like I want it. You can hit the shower first. It’s through there. Make yourself at home. I’ll bring you towels.”

“Great. I need a proper shower so bad.” Ben put his pack next to Jason’s and headed for the bedroom. “The one this morning was crap.”

Jason’s mind reeled. He was more excited about Ben than any man he’d seen in years. The mix of anticipation and nervousness told him how much he was captivated by this handsome, smart man.

Ben was getting naked in his bedroom.

Right now.

Before dinner.

He didn’t want to make the wrong move with Ben, but he wasn’t sure he could play it cool either.

Entering the bedroom with the towels, Jason caught Ben’s long, low moan. He recognized exactly what that was—the sound of warm water hitting a sore, exhausted body.

“Towels are out here for you.” Jason placed them on the counter by the sink. He didn’t have a view into the shower, and that was probably a good thing. He remembered the view from the hot tub and got semi-hard remembering how the droplets of water looked streaming down Ben’s torso.

“Thanks. Is there any soap? I see shampoo, but not regular soap.”

“Oh shit, sorry.” Jason went to the cabinet under the sink for a new bottle of body wash.

When he turned to pass the bottle inside, he met Ben’s gaze as Ben peeked around the curtain. Jason’s mouth went dry. He only saw Ben’s head and neck, but it was enough to send chills through his body.

“Here you go.” He tried to sound composed as he handed over the soap.

“You know,” Ben said, as he took it, “there is room for two. If we clean up together, we eat sooner.” With a sly grin on his face, Ben disappeared behind the curtain. “And if you’re worried about coming in here with a hard-on, don’t be. It’ll match mine.”