Steam from the Shower – Alex Barcelona, Nikelaos
Nicélaos threw his sweaty T-shirt on the floor. Alex, sitting on the couch, held his breath. Ever since his roommate, Nicélaos, had moved in, his every move had challenged his concentration. But that day, something was different: the bathroom door, half open, exhaled steam like an invitation.
The water ran down Nicélaos’ muscular shoulders, sliding down the curve of his back, and Alex, mesmerized, couldn’t help but get closer. Until Nicélaos turned his head, surprising him.
Alex felt a heat rise up his neck, a mixture of shame and desire that clouded his reason.
“I always assumed this would happen,” Nicélaos murmured.
Amid sighs and muffled laughs, Nicélaos rested his forehead against Alex’s, smiling with an air of someone who knows:
“This isn’t going to end here, is it?”
Alex, still out of breath, knew that this was just the beginning.
