CHAPTER 14- UGGH... JUST LIKE THAT THORNE

Steam filled the shower stall like thick fog, hot and heavy, clinging to Liam’s skin. The sound of water hitting the tiles echoed around him, rhythmic and relentless. He knew he shouldn’t be here, but his feet moved anyway, carrying him deeper into the mist.

Raphael stood under the main spray, completely naked, facing away from him. Water cascaded down the back of his neck, tracing the powerful lines of his shoulders and the deep groove of his spine before sliding shamelessly over the firm, sculpted curve of his ass. The muscles there flexed subtly as Raphael shifted his weight, rinsing shampoo from his dark hair.

Liam couldn’t look away.

His mouth went dry. Shame burned hot in his chest, but his eyes stayed glued to the water droplets racing down Raphael’s body. The way they followed the dip of his lower back, the way they clung to the perfect roundness of his ass before dripping lower. Raphael’s thighs were thick with muscle, his calves defined from years on the ice. Everything about him looked strong. Masculine. Sinful.

Stop. What the fuck are you doing? Turn around. Leave.

But Liam stayed rooted in place, towel hanging forgotten around his hips, heart hammering against his ribs.

Raphael turned slowly under the spray.

Their eyes met through the steam.

Raphael’s smirk was slow, knowing, and devastating. Water clung to his dark lashes, his full lips parted slightly, the sharp cut of his jaw glistening. Liam forced his gaze to stay on Raphael’s face. He would not look down. He. Would. Not. Look. Down. He refused.

But Raphael’s voice cut through the steam, low and rough with amusement. “You’ve been staring for a while now, pretty boy. You want to touch it, don’t you?”

Liam realized he was talking about his cock. His veiny cock that was currently hard against his stomach. Liam mentally gulped as he forced his eyes back to Raphael's face.

He scoffed finally, the sound shaky. “You’re fucking delusional. I’d rather fuck myself than touch your cock.”

Raphael laughed in response before stepping closer, water streaming down his chest, his cock already hard and leaking under Liam’s unwilling gaze. He stopped just inches away, close enough that Liam could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the clean scent of his body wash mixed with something darker, masculine.

“Then why are you still here?” Raphael murmured, voice like gravel. “Why haven’t you left?”

Before Liam could snarl a reply that would stop this nonsense, Raphael reached down slowly, gently took Liam’s wrist, and lifted his hand. Liam stood frozen as the scene unfolded. Raphael held Liam's hand out for a few seconds, giving him every chance to pull away. To punch him. To run.

But Liam didn’t. In his defense, he couldn't. It was like he was glued to the spot. Like a sick dream.

Raphael finally placed his palm pressed against the hard ridges of his own abs. The muscle jumped and flexed under his touch, warm and slick from the water. Liam’s breath hitched. He instinctively traced the sharp V of Raphael’s hips with trembling fingers, feeling the way the skin dipped and tightened.

“Fuck… that’s it,” Raphael groaned softly, the sound sending a bolt of heat straight to Liam’s own cock. “Keep going. Feel how bad I want you.”

Liam’s fingers trailed lower, his heart beating like a damn talking drum. What the hell was happening?

Raphael’s cock was fully hard now, thick and heavy, the head flushed dark. Liam wrapped his hand around it, fingers barely closing. Raphael was burning hot in his palm, velvet skin over steel.

Raphael let out a loud, filthy moan that echoed off the tiles. “Shit, Liam… your hand feels so fucking good. Stroke me. Yeah, just like that.”

Liam’s own cock throbbed painfully against the towel. He started moving his hand, slow at first, then faster, mesmerized by the way Raphael’s hips jerked forward, chasing the friction. Raphael’s abs flexed with every stroke, water streaming down between them.

“You make me so fucking hard for you,” Raphael panted, voice wrecked. “Look at you, straight captain jerking my cock in the shower like you were made for it. Bet you’ve been thinking about this since I moved in. Bet you’ve been hard every time I walked around shirtless.”

Liam moaned despite himself, the sound loud and embarrassing in the steamy stall. “Shut up… fuck.”

Raphael chuckled breathlessly, reaching down to yank Liam’s towel away. His hand wrapped around Liam’s aching cock, stroking him in perfect rhythm. “Why would I shut up when you’re moaning like that? You love it. Love how thick I feel in your hand. Love knowing you’re making me leak for you.”

Liam’s hips bucked forward involuntarily. Pleasure shot through him, sharp and overwhelming. He stroked Raphael faster, thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum that was leaking steadily.

“Fuck, yes,” Raphael groaned, head tipping back against the tile. “Just like that. You’re so good at this. Gonna come all over your hand, pretty boy. Then I’m gonna bend you over and fuck this tight ass until you’re screaming my name.”

Liam whimpered, stroking faster, lost in the heat and the filthy words. Raphael’s hand on him felt... perfect. It was firm, confident, knowing exactly how to twist and squeeze to drive him crazy.

"Ughhh fuck...Thorne" Liam moaned. "Just like that...yes please."

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Raphael growled, pumping him harder. “Gonna come thinking about my cock? Say it. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I… I don’t...” Liam gasped, but his hips were thrusting desperately into Raphael’s fist. The pleasure built higher, tighter, unbearable.

When he was just about to come Raphael spun him around suddenly, pressing Liam’s chest against the wet tile.

His hard cock nudged against Liam’s ass, hot and insistent. “Let me in, pretty boy. Let me fuck you like you need...”

Liam woke up with a sharp gasp, bolting upright in bed.

His heart hammered against his ribs like he’d just finished running 10 laps. Sweat soaked his sheets and his t-shirt. His cock was painfully hard, making a blatant, leaking tent in his sweatpants. The head was slick with pre-cum, throbbing insistently.

Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck. That was a dream?

The dream replayed in vivid, merciless flashes — Raphael’s moans, the weight of his cock in Liam’s hand, the way he’d begged with his body, the filthy promises whispered against his ear. The feeling of Raphael pressing against his ass, ready to push inside.

Liam pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, breathing ragged. “It was just a dream. A stupid, fucked-up dream. I’m not… that’s not me.”

But his cock throbbed harder, demanding attention. Shame burned through him, hot and humiliating, but the arousal wouldn’t fade.

He glanced at the other bed. Raphael was still asleep, breathing steadily, one arm thrown over his face.

Liam slipped out of bed as quietly as possible and crept to the bathroom, locking the door behind him with shaking fingers. He yanked his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, angry red and leaking steadily.

He fisted himself roughly, trying desperately to think of Chloe. Emma. Any girl.

Instead, the dream flooded back — Raphael’s low groan when Liam first wrapped his hand around him, the way his hips had thrust forward, the filthy praise.

“Fuck,” Liam whispered, stroking faster. Shame and pleasure twisted together into something unbearable. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t stop. His hand moved faster, thumb swiping over the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum.

"Fuuuuuck" he groaned quietly. He came hard with a choked groan, biting his lip to stay quiet, painting his fist and the sink with thick ropes of cum.

For a moment, there was only the sound of his ragged breathing and the shame crashing over him.

“Everything okay in there, pretty boy?”

Shit.