Free A Natural Act (Contradictions) by R. J. Sable Page B

he chuckles, pulling away and not so subtly reaching into his boxers to readjust himself.
    I blush and look away.
    “Did I scare you?”
    “ No,” I answer defiantly, meeting his eye because I wasn’t scared.
    Unless you count being scared that I wanted to hop on and go for a ride with a man who I’ve known for a week. A man with a generous cucumber.
    “ Good,” he grins. “Because he may have a mind of his own but he still answers to me and I’m a good boy.”
    “ A good boy?”
    “ Can’t you tell?” He raises an eyebrow and gestures to himself.
    “ I don’t think you look like a boy,” I raise an eyebrow in reply to his. There’s nothing about him that doesn’t scream man. “But you’re definitely good. Anybody who takes a second to really look can see that.”
    He narrows his eyes at me and sits up, studying me like he’s not quite sure what to say. As a result, he says nothing. He just stands up and shakes his head, pulling his t-shirt off with one hand as he makes his way out of the room.
    “ I’ll make you breakfast in a bit,” he calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
    And just like that he went from hot to cold. His shields were down and I was talking to Craig and then they were sky high and he was gone.
    I lie in the bed for a few minutes trying to decide what I did to make him switch like that but I’m just not sure.
    In the end, I figure it’s better to ask. If I’m going to be staying here a while, I need to know what to avoid to keep from upsetting him.
    He’s not in the kit chen, nor the lounge. Which leaves only the bathroom. As I get nearer, I can hear the shower running.
    Which means he’s in the shower. Naked.
    I figure I can just try and talk to him through the door. It might be easier to talk to him without him being able to see my face anyway.
    “ Craig-” I start to knock on the bathroom door but it’s not shut properly and it opens a couple of inches.
    I reach out to shut it again but my gaze is held captive by the strip of bathroom I can now see.
    The room is filled with steam but I can still make out the door of the shower.
    The transparent door.
    There’s a frosted modesty strip but there’s still a lot to be seen.
    His body is dripping with wate r and glows in the bright beams of light. I’d be mesmerised by the way the small beads of water travel down the dips and valleys of his muscles if it weren’t for the fact that I’m preoccupied with what he’s doing.
    I know it’s wrong of me to be looking but I can’t help it. His back is hunched forwards, his left arm raised above him, supporting his weight against the wall.
    Cautiously, quietly, I inch forwards to get a better view. The shower is on full blast, creating a waterfall along the dips and grooves of his back. I hadn’t realised the extent to which he is covered in ink. There’s a barely a patch of skin on him that the needle hasn’t touched.
    I’m not close enough to make out the intricacies of the designs but I am close enough to see what he’s doing. The majority of his movements are hidden behind the frosted strip of glass but I’m familiar enough with male anatomy to be able to guess at what his repetitive motions are.
    Deep groans rumble from his chest as his movements quicken and my feet inch forwards of their own accord.
    The thick tendons of his body ripple as his movements grow more rapid. I can see each and every line in high definition and it’s a beauty to behold. If I didn’t already know he trained so intensely, it would be obvious in his semi-naked form.
    As he begins a slow shudder, I’m almost at the glass separating me from the naked glory a few feet away.
    He utters a low guttural groan and I snap to my senses. I’ve crossed a line. I’ve more than crossed a line. The line is so far behind me it’s a blur on the horizon.
    This man ha s taken me into his home, put the clothes on my back, saved me from my tormentor, and how do I repay him?
    By sneaking into the