Liam pulled out his sketchpad and charcoal, positioning himself on a low stool just outside the shower’s spray. The steam made everything hazy, intimate. Nick stepped back under the water, facing him fully. Water poured over his chest, down his abs, making his cock, now fully hard, glisten. It stood thick and long, veins prominent, the head flushed dark.

"Start drawing," Nick ordered, voice rough. "And don’t you dare look away."

Liam’s pencil flew across the page, capturing the powerful lines of Nick’s body. But his eyes kept drifting. The way Nick’s muscles flexed as he ran soapy hands over his chest. The way his cock bobbed with every movement....