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Ethan gripped Eddie’s waist. He pulled him flush against his chest. The heat from their bodies radiated in the cool bedroom air. Shower with me, Ethan repeated. Let's continue the stress relief treatment.
Eddie laughed. He placed his hands on Ethan’s shoulders to create a small distance. As much as I want to, you'll be late for work.
Your patients are waiting for their favorite physical therapist.
Ethan didn't move. He leaned in. He grazed his nose against Eddie's jaw. Seriously, Ethan, you can't be late today, Eddie said. His voice was losing its edge.
You have a few meetings today with three new patients.
Eddie leaned down. He pressed a lingering kiss to the center of Ethan’s chest. He felt the steady thud of Ethan’s heart.
Ethan leaned into Eddie’s ear. His voice was low and seductive. Just a quick shower, Papi.
Eddie felt a shiver run down his spine. He looked up at Ethan. Ethan’s eyes were dark with intent. He was smiling that slow, confident smile.
Eddie shook his head. He tried to stay firm. Seriously, Ethan, you can't be late today. You have responsibilities.
Ethan reached down. He let his hand slide over Eddie’s hip. He squeezed the muscle there. Ten minutes, Ethan whispered. I can be very efficient.
Eddie sighed. He felt his resolve crumbling. He grabbed Ethan’s hand. Ten minutes, Ethan. Not a second more. If you are late, it is on you.
Ethan grinned. He led Eddie back toward the bathroom. I’ll make every second count, he said.
Ethan turned the water on high. He didn't wait for the steam to build. He pulled Eddie under the spray and pressed him against the glass. He didn't waste time on small talk. He grabbed the soap and lathered his hands. He ran them over Eddie’s chest and down his stomach.
I’m being efficient, Ethan whispered.
He spun Eddie around. He used the soap to slick Eddie’s back and the curve of his seat. Ethan reached for the lube he had left on the ledge. He applied it quickly.
Ethan entered him with one sharp, determined thrust. Eddie’s hands slapped against the glass. The sound of the water drowned out his first moan. Ethan gripped Eddie’s waist and set a punishing pace. He wasn't being gentle. He was focused on the clock and the friction.
Eddie’s head fell back against Ethan’s chest. The hot water blinded him. He felt Ethan’s fingers find his length, pumping him in rhythm with the heavy hits from behind.
Faster, Eddie panted.
Ethan obeyed. He tightened his grip. He drove into Eddie until the glass rattled. He reached the finish line first. He let out a low, muffled shout against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie followed immediately. He collapsed back into Ethan’s arms as his body went limp.
Ethan didn't linger. He grabbed the showerhead and rinsed them both off in 30 seconds. He shut the water off.
Nine minutes, Ethan said. He was breathing hard but grinning.
Eddie grabbed a towel and leaned against the wall for support. You’re a menace. Go to work.
Later that day, Eddie wiped his forehead with the hem of his shirt. He was drenched in sweat. His hair stood in messy, damp spikes. He leaned against the squat rack. He felt the post-workout glow in his muscles.
Ravi sat on a bench nearby. He was catching his breath. You’re pushing it today, Eddie, Ravi said.
TK walked through the gym doors. He held a protein shake. He was checking in on Eddie. You look like you’ve been through a blender, TK said. He was smiling. Everything okay at home?
Eddie grabbed his phone from his gym bag. He didn't answer right away. He snapped a selfie. The camera caught the sweat glistening on his chest and the flush on his neck. He looked raw and energized.
Eddie typed a message. He didn't hesitate. Thinking about that ten-minute shower. I’m still wearing your scent. Hurry home, Papi.
He hit send.
At the clinic, Ethan sat at his desk. He was reviewing a chart for his next patient. His phone buzzed on the blotter. He glanced down.
He saw the photo first. His breath caught in his throat. He took in Eddie’s messy hair and the way his shirt clung to his torso. Then he read the text.
Ethan’s face went red. He felt a sudden surge of heat. He adjusted his stance in his chair. He looked at the clock. He had four hours left in his shift.
His office door opened. His assistant stepped in. Your two o'clock is ready, Ethan.
Ethan cleared his throat. He quickly flipped his phone face down. He stood up. He smoothed his scrubs. Give me one minute, he said.
His heart was racing. He was completely distracted. He knew it was going to be a very long afternoon.
Ethan grabbed his phone. He typed with one hand while walking toward the exam room.
You want to kill me, papi? Tonight, I am going to handcuff you to the bed. You are not going to be able to sit down after I am done with you.
He hit send. He shoved the phone into his pocket. He felt the vibration of Eddie's immediate "read" receipt.
Ethan opened the door to see his patient. He forced a professional smile. His mind was miles away. He was already thinking about where he kept the keys to the cuffs.
Back at the gym, Eddie’s phone chimed. He checked the screen. He choked on his water.
TK raised an eyebrow. Everything okay? You’re turning purple.
Eddie locked the screen. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He felt a different kind of heat than the workout.
Yeah, Eddie said. I just remembered I have a very busy evening planned.