bro' me Johnny. What the fuck you think you are doing?" Mike knew his voice was harsher than he intended but it was better for his best friend to hear anger than the panic that Mike had felt surging through him at seeing Johnny wobbling in his bathroom.
"Relax, M&M," Johnny tried to calm him. "I am just trying to wash the hospital off." When Mike didn't reply, Johnny continued. "Come on bro, I haven't had a proper shower in three weeks. I mean, the sponge baths weren't so bad as long as I pretended the nurses were hot..." Johnny's voice died as Mike stepped into the bathroom.
After his kitchen, this was Mike's favorite room. It was big and roomy. A man sized bathroom that still seemed big even with two fully grown men standing in the middle of the room. Mike kept his eyes on Johnny's face as he grabbed a hold of his brother's arm to steady him.
"Can you blame me?" Johnny kept talking.
"No, I understand bro." Mike replied. "I'd want a real shower too."
"Good," Johnny's grin returned. "Then help me out, will ya?" Mike almost froze at the thought and looked at the towel rack on the wall. "It's not like you haven't seen this hot bod naked before bro." Johnnie nudged him and when Mike glanced back at his brother, he was rewarded with a wink.
God, doesn't he know what he is doing to me? No. This is Johnny. How could he know?
Mike nodded. "Hold onto the rack and I'll help you get out of your pants."
Just the thought of undressing his best friend made his cock uncomfortably hard in his jeans as he stood behind Johnny. Mike rested his hands on the waistband of Johnny's track pants and swallowed hard. Thankfully the sound of the shower hid his gulp. He briefly closed his eyes in an effort to get control of himself but then Johnny spoke.
"Enjoying yourself back their bro?" Johnny's voice was like being hit with cold water.
Fuck! Mike thought but instead said, "Don't you wish." Mike didn't hesitate any longer to pull down Johnny's track pants and briefs but thought he heard his brother mumbled something.
"What?" Mike asked, keeping his eyes on Johnny's feet instead of his firm ass that was now in front of his face, as Johnny stepped out of his pants.
"What?" Johnny echoed him over his shoulder as Mike stood and shook his head.
"Get in the shower." Mike ordered and waited to help him step over the tile ledge.
"Since when do you shower with your clothes on?" Johnny smirked and Mike realized how truly fucked he really was.
"Oh, yeah," Mike responded and stepped away from Johnny. "I was going to get you settled first." Mike knew it was a lame excuse as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He toed off his sneakers and socks followed before he hesitated to undo his jeans.
Johnny still had his back to Mike and was feeling the temperature of the water. Mike's eyes couldn't resist roaming over his brothers toned body and the sight did nothing to make his hard on go away. He was so fucked. Johnny's voice broke through the list of excuses Mike was mentally trying to come up with.
"Good thing we put in that new hot water heater." Johnny didn't look over his shoulder as he spoke. "That old one never would've put out water this hot."
Mike knew his best friend was just making idle conversation but he also knew he didn't have an unlimited supply of hot water. With a mental groan, he bit the bullet and stripped out of his jeans. There was no hiding his arousal in his boxer briefs but there was no way in hell he was removing them. Mike stepped closer to Johnny, standing behind him again but careful to keep his arousal as far away from Johnny as he could.
"Alright, you ready?" Mike asked as he rested his trembling hands on Johnny's hips again.
"Thought you'd never ask," Johnny quirked and Mike felt his cock twitch in his briefs.
Mike knew Johnny wasn't flirting with him, don't I wish , he thought. Johnny was just being Johnny.
Chapter 6
They stepped in to Mike's shower, which could easily hold four full-size men, without
"Relax, M&M," Johnny tried to calm him. "I am just trying to wash the hospital off." When Mike didn't reply, Johnny continued. "Come on bro, I haven't had a proper shower in three weeks. I mean, the sponge baths weren't so bad as long as I pretended the nurses were hot..." Johnny's voice died as Mike stepped into the bathroom.
After his kitchen, this was Mike's favorite room. It was big and roomy. A man sized bathroom that still seemed big even with two fully grown men standing in the middle of the room. Mike kept his eyes on Johnny's face as he grabbed a hold of his brother's arm to steady him.
"Can you blame me?" Johnny kept talking.
"No, I understand bro." Mike replied. "I'd want a real shower too."
"Good," Johnny's grin returned. "Then help me out, will ya?" Mike almost froze at the thought and looked at the towel rack on the wall. "It's not like you haven't seen this hot bod naked before bro." Johnnie nudged him and when Mike glanced back at his brother, he was rewarded with a wink.
God, doesn't he know what he is doing to me? No. This is Johnny. How could he know?
Mike nodded. "Hold onto the rack and I'll help you get out of your pants."
Just the thought of undressing his best friend made his cock uncomfortably hard in his jeans as he stood behind Johnny. Mike rested his hands on the waistband of Johnny's track pants and swallowed hard. Thankfully the sound of the shower hid his gulp. He briefly closed his eyes in an effort to get control of himself but then Johnny spoke.
"Enjoying yourself back their bro?" Johnny's voice was like being hit with cold water.
Fuck! Mike thought but instead said, "Don't you wish." Mike didn't hesitate any longer to pull down Johnny's track pants and briefs but thought he heard his brother mumbled something.
"What?" Mike asked, keeping his eyes on Johnny's feet instead of his firm ass that was now in front of his face, as Johnny stepped out of his pants.
"What?" Johnny echoed him over his shoulder as Mike stood and shook his head.
"Get in the shower." Mike ordered and waited to help him step over the tile ledge.
"Since when do you shower with your clothes on?" Johnny smirked and Mike realized how truly fucked he really was.
"Oh, yeah," Mike responded and stepped away from Johnny. "I was going to get you settled first." Mike knew it was a lame excuse as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He toed off his sneakers and socks followed before he hesitated to undo his jeans.
Johnny still had his back to Mike and was feeling the temperature of the water. Mike's eyes couldn't resist roaming over his brothers toned body and the sight did nothing to make his hard on go away. He was so fucked. Johnny's voice broke through the list of excuses Mike was mentally trying to come up with.
"Good thing we put in that new hot water heater." Johnny didn't look over his shoulder as he spoke. "That old one never would've put out water this hot."
Mike knew his best friend was just making idle conversation but he also knew he didn't have an unlimited supply of hot water. With a mental groan, he bit the bullet and stripped out of his jeans. There was no hiding his arousal in his boxer briefs but there was no way in hell he was removing them. Mike stepped closer to Johnny, standing behind him again but careful to keep his arousal as far away from Johnny as he could.
"Alright, you ready?" Mike asked as he rested his trembling hands on Johnny's hips again.
"Thought you'd never ask," Johnny quirked and Mike felt his cock twitch in his briefs.
Mike knew Johnny wasn't flirting with him, don't I wish , he thought. Johnny was just being Johnny.
Chapter 6
They stepped in to Mike's shower, which could easily hold four full-size men, without
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