“That much is a given.” Garrick snorted. “But I’m not sure where you get that I like watching. I’m not like...a perv.” At least he hoped he wasn’t. It was true that Rain sort of grabbed his attention and didn’t let go, but he’d tried to not be too obvious in checking him out over the past week.
“That’s not the kind of watching I mean and you know it.” Rain sucked on his index finger before trailing it down his sternum, proving his point, damn it, because Garrick was fucking riveted. “You...enjoy me. I see you. When we’re working out or whatever. And it’s not pervy. It’s a massive turn-on, the way you watch me.”
“Maybe it’s just me...restless. Bored,” Garrick countered, eyes still locked on Rain’s fingers. “And I like doing. I’m a guy of action. All this waiting around as part of my recovery, it makes me punchy.”
“Oh, you can do. Feel free to do all you want.” Rain circled his finger around one of his nipples, the barest graze, an almost idle touch except Garrick knew damn well it was calculated. “But, I’m simply saying...if you like to look, then you can look. All you want. At anything you might like.”
“Anything?” Garrick almost didn’t recognize his own husky whisper.
“Anything,” Rain confirmed, more of that dare in his voice. “I even take requests.”
“That so?” This was a dangerous game they were playing, and he knew it. But there was also safety in it. This was flirting. Nothing more. Not making out where there might be...expectations. And damn it, it felt good. Warmer than the water, more relaxing than the bubbles. Simply good.
“Yeah. Got any?” Rain ran a finger under the waistband of his lacy briefs, stopping right before he reached the erection pushing at the wet fabric. “I’ve seen you around other people. You don’t look at them like you look at me. It’s fucking addictive and I want more of it.”
“Tell me how the underwear feels on your skin,” Garrick asked in hushed tones.
“Yessss,” Rain hissed out a breath. “I’d tell you to come find out... But I’ll let you stay all comfy over there. They feel silky. Clingy, but not in a bad way. You looking at me has me hard, and they’re stretchy, pulling against my cock but not constricting.”
Rain ran his fingers up and down the length of his covered cock, deliberately pulling on the material, but not freeing it either.
“What makes you like that style so much?” Garrick liked listening to Rain almost as much as he was enjoying the show. Also, conversation made it easier to ignore what they were sliding toward.
“They’re mine.”
“Uh-huh.” It was a more serious answer than Garrick had expected, so he leaned forward, waiting to see if Rain would continue.
“It’s my thing. Not my family’s or my friends’ but mine. I don’t have to share it with anyone else. It’s something I can do just for me, my own little sexy secret under my clothes that I get to choose who sees.”
“I like that. Thank you for letting me see.”
“Mmm. I like you seeing.” Rain stretched, resuming his touching. “And that’s the other part of it—it’s simply sexy. I saw some show in my teens, some reality TV thing, and there was a dude wearing sexy panties as a joke, but all I could think was that I wanted that to be me. So I bought some, discovered that jerking off in them was a huge rush, and kept on buying when I could.”
Garrick groaned at the mention of Rain jerking off and all the images that inspired. “You have a collection? Different styles?”
“Let’s just say that I do my own laundry for a reason.” Rain’s laugh echoed through the still night before he dropped his voice again. “And if you’re nice, I’ll show you more of my favorites.”
Ran had continued stroking through the fabric, breath hitching every now and then in the sexiest sound Garrick had ever heard.
“I’d like that.” Clearly, Garrick’s tongue had divorced itself from his brain, but damn did he ever want to see what else Rain owned.
“Can I slide them off? Wanna show you something else I like...”
“Yeah. Do it.” That Rain was asking for permission short-circuited what was left of Garrick’s brain. Even as he played at being the show-off siren, he still seemed to want Garrick in charge, which was heady stuff.
“I like to do this.” Rain wiggled out of the briefs, then wrapped them around his fist, a sexy little cocoon for his cock, which was indeed a nice size, uncut with an oval head and thick shaft.
“Show me. More.” At this point, no way was Garrick backing off this game, not now, not with desire curling low in his belly, the potent hum of arousal in his veins that only increased as Rain began to stroke himself with the silky fabric.