Chapter 7 #2
Fuck. I knew I was forgetting something. Yesterday, I used Bennett’s. It was just sitting there on his dresser, and I thought I could take a quick shower and have it back before he returned. I was so close.
He made such a big deal over me using it. Sure, it’s his, but it’s just shampoo and body wash. It’s not like I used his toothbrush.
Ah, fucking hell. I forgot that back in my room.
I’m about to turn around and head back when I hear the water shut off. Someone's in here. Maybe they will do me a solid and let me borrow what I need. I plan on swinging by the dollar store before heading to my first shift at the bar and getting some cheap brand.
Whatever washes the stink off my body will work.
Of course, my luck is shit, because the guy who walks out of the shower just happens to be my new roomie.
He pauses when he sees me, and his stupidly handsome face shifts into a scowl.
He says nothing as he looks away and sets his shower caddy down on the bench, hard.
It takes me a moment to do anything, too distracted by the fact that he’s only in a towel that hangs loosely around his waist. Droplets of water trail down his back. His thick, muscled back. Fuck.
Shaking my head, I go to leave, but pause.
A slow, menacing grin takes over my face. I need to shower, and he has more than enough shampoo and body wash to share.
Lying my clothes down on the bench, I move toward the showers slowly. Just as I pass his shower caddy, I quickly snatch his bottle of shampoo.
“Hey!” he shouts as I run to a shower stall. “What the fuck? Give that back!”
“Sharing is caring.” I chuckle, ducking into the shower. I quickly close the curtain and shuck my boxers off, throwing them over the curtain before turning on the water. I squeeze a big amount on my hand and start running it through my hair and all over my body.
“Seriously, Easton?” Bennett growls from the other side. “What are you, like five? Grow up and give me my damn shampoo.”
“Sorry, can’t hear you! The water is too loud!” I shout, giving my head a good scrub before working my hands over my body.
“You are such an asshole,” he huffs. “Get your own damn shampoo.”
“I will!” I shout back. “Going to grab some tonight. Needed to borrow a little. Relax.”
“So you can hear me,” he grumbles.
“Sorry, what was that?” I try to hold back a chuckle. Who knew pissing him off would be so much fun? Might make it my new favorite pastime.
“If you don’t give me the damn shampoo, I’m going to come in there and get it myself.”
“Go for it.” I snort. “No one's stopping you.” A thrill of excitement shoots down my spine and right to my dick. Huh.
“I mean it, Easton,” he warns.
“Want it, come get it.” I grin, wrapping a hand around my stiffening cock. I groan at the very second Bennett throws the shower curtain open.
He pauses, our eyes locking. His lips part in shock. He looks from me, down to my dick, and I swear I see a blush take over his cheeks.
I grin, giving myself a slow stroke from root to tip.
“Are you seriously jerking off right now?” He sneers at me.
“I’m just showering. Can’t a man wash his junk?” I cock a brow, moving my hand over my shaft again. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to moan.
“Whatever. Give me my damn shampoo.” I can tell he’s deliberately trying not to look down.
“It’s right there.” I nod my head towards the corner of the shower. “It’s all yours.”
“Can you hand it to me?” he asks.
“I’m a little busy at the moment.” I grin.
“You are such a fucking asshole,” he mutters, stepping into the shower. He still has his towel wrapped around his waist.
My eyes are on him as he shuffles his way in. “You are really making this more complicated than it needs to be. You're the one who took my shampoo. The least you could do is hand it back.”
“Like I said.” My heart is hammering in my chest. He’s so close, so damn close. “It’s right there. Take it. Go. Bye.”
His jaw ticks as he shoots me a glare. He bends over, muttering under his breath. I try to sneak a peek of his ass, bending to the side to see, but the towel is still covering it.
“Was it really that hard?” He growls, straightening up, shower bottle in his hand.
“I don’t know, you tell me.” I smirk, unable to resist giving my painfully hard cock a stroke.
We stand there, nearly chest to chest. The tension is so thick it’s nearly suffocating.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” I ask, eyes rolling back as I squeeze my balls, pleasure shooting through me. Fuck, I really need to cum. This little game has gone too far.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters as my eyes flutter open just in time to see him give me one last glare. Mind you, it’s a heated one, and I don’t mean heated in anger. He might hate me, but I know he’s affected by what I’m doing.
And for some reason, I like knowing that I’m getting to him in that way. Not just pissing him off, but turning him on.
“I hate you,” he hisses.
“And I hate you more.” I smirk.
He huffs, shoving his way out of the shower.
I chuckle, tilting my head back into the water, letting the warmth settle over me. I continue to work my cock over until I'm spilling down the drain.
After rinsing, I turn the shower off and reach for my towel.
Only, I remember I didn’t bring one.
“Fucking hell,” I curse, running a hand through my hair, rubbing as much water off as I can. Oh well, I’ll just get dressed wet and use some paper towels or something to dry my hair.
Pulling the shower curtain open, I walk over to where I left my clothes. I didn’t hear anyone else come in, so I should be safe.
“What the fuck?” My eyes widen. Where the hell are my clothes? I left them right there!
Panic starts to set in as I look under the bench and around the area, seeing if they fell off.
Nothing. “Fuck!” I curse. Bennett. That asshole took my clothes, I know it. He’s really gonna play this game? All over some fucking shampoo? Dick.
Anger seeps in as I go over to grab the boxers I was wearing when I came in. I’ll throw those on and go chew out Bennett.
“No.” I groan when I see no boxers anywhere near the shower.
I’m left in here with nothing to cover up. And the fucking bathroom with the showers is on the bottom floor. I’m on the top.
“I’m going to fucking kill him!” I look around the bathroom for something, anything to cover up with. I even debate on using the damn shower curtain, but the idea of having that grimy thing stick to my body makes me want to puke.
Fuck it.
Opening the door, I look around, praying that people are still sleeping because it’s early.
The coast is clear. I step out and bolt for the stairs. I take them three at a time, rage fueling me. When I get to the top floor, I use my hands to cover my junk and make a dash for my room.
Only when I get there, the door is locked. “Stupid asshole,” I hiss. “Bennett, open the damn door!” I yell, banging on the door.
I look around, hoping no one comes out here. When he doesn’t answer, I knock on the door again. “Bennett, I swear to god if you don’t open the door, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“That’s not the way to get me to do anything,” he calls back. “Try again a little nicer, and maybe I’ll open the door.”
“You fucking asshole!” I shout.
“What the fuck?” Someone chuckles.
My head whips around to see someone standing in their doorway. Fucking hell.
“Dude, where are your clothes?”
“In there,” I grind out through gritted teeth. “And my dickhead of a roommate won’t open the door.”
“Maybe next time, bring a towel. And your clothes.”
“I did!” I shout back. “He took them.”
The dude just laughs.
“Easton?” Taylor appears at my other side. “What are you doing out here naked?”
“Taylor?” My brows furrow. “What are you doing out here, period?”
“Bennett came back from his shower, he was in a towel and needed to change, so I went to get something to drink to give him privacy. Did you forget to bring your clothes?”
“No. I didn’t. That fucker in there took them.” I grab Taylor and pull her in front of me, using her as a shield as more people start coming into the hallway.
Taylor’s eyes light up. My lips part in shock. “You are not trying to hold back a laugh right now.”
“No,” she squeaks. “I’m sorry. This is funny.”
“No, it’s not!” I growl. “I’m out here naked.”
“I mean, it’s payback for last night.” She shrugs. “Got to hand it to him.”
“Please tell me you are not being a damn traitor right now and taking his side?”
“No. I’m not. I’m on your side, always your side.” She chuckles, then reaches over to knock. “Bennett. Could you open the door, please?”
“Yeah, sure that's going to work,” I grumble.
But to my surprise, the door opens.
“Since you asked so nicely, of course.” A very smug-looking Bennett swings the door open.
“Come on.” Taylor snickers, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the bedroom.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I storm over to Bennett, getting in his face. “What the hell was that!?”
The bastard just stands his ground, arms crossed, with a smug smirk on his face. “Shouldn’t have taken my shampoo without asking.” He shrugs. “I think we’re even.” He shoves past me and leaves the room.
“Oh, like fuck we’re even!” My chest is heaving with anger.
He wants to play games? He fucked with the wrong guy. I’m a very competitive person. This isn’t over. This is far from over.