Rip turned Gil to face him. He laid a wet kiss on Gil’s lips before moving away to soap up himself, washing his hair and rinsing off the suds. With a twist of his hand, he turned the water off. They stood studying each other quietly, their bodies glistening with dampness.
Gil reached out, his finger catching a bead of water as it ran over Rip’s bulging pec. “You’re amazing. I could just dry you off with my tongue.”
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