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You pull open the shower curtain and turn on the faucet.

Undressing as you wait for the water to warm up, you put your clothes in the hamper.

Content with the water’s temperature, you step into the shower.

Letting the water run through your hair, you sigh when it hits your skin.

Reaching for the shampoo, you realize you forgot it on the counter outside.

“Damn,” you mutter, stepping out from under the shower and wringing your hair dry.

Not wanting to waste any water, you turn off the faucet and step out of the shower quickly.

Grabbing the shampoo, it slips out of your hands and onto the floor.

“Stupid sha—”

Your hand is mere centimeters away from the bottle when you hear the door open.

Covering yourself as best you can with your hands, your eyes widen when you see your best friend standing in the doorway.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you scream.

“What are you doing here?” he asks just as confusedly.

“I live here, so you don’t have the right to ask me that.”

He shrugs, running his hand through his hair.

“I thought you knew I was here.”

“Do I look like I knew?” you ask, grabbing a towel as quickly as you can and wrapping it around yourself.

“Guess not. I stayed here because my house is full of infected people.”

“What?”

“Everyone’s sick.”

“Oh,” you sigh, tightening the towel once you realize it’s starting to fall.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“I’m going. Hence, the shower.”

“Oh,” he says, matching the tone in your voice.

He rubs his chest with his palm before clearing his throat and for the first time, you notice he’s shirtless.

Your best friend… shirtless.

You can’t tear your eyes away from him, but you know you can’t just stare at his naked torso.

He’s your best friend.

This could be awkward.

Or maybe it couldn’t be.

“H-Hey…”

“What?” he asks.

“Where’s your shirt?”

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here, so I didn’t bother with a shirt. I was just gonna grab a brush.”

You want to listen to what he’s saying.

But, he’s shirtless.

It’s a little hard.

And the funny thing is, that’s not the only thing that’s hard.

“Well, h-here,” you say, opening a drawer and handing him a brush.

Bad move.

The knot in your towel comes undone and the towel slips completely out of your hands, giving him a full view of you.

You reach for the towel, but look at your best friend and notice that he hasn’t even looked away.

“You’re not even going to turn around?” you ask softly, wanting to laugh.

“Oh jeez, sorry,” he says, turning and looking at the wall.

Blindly searching for a bathrobe, he finds one and tosses it in your general direction.

You smirk, seeing how awkward he’s acting.

You look at him, cocking your head to the left, and bite your lip at the way his back muscles move.

“Excuse me,” you squeak, “that was a little rude.”

“Huh?” He turns around, slapping his forehead when he sees you’re still nude.

“You’re just gonna throw it at me?”

“Well, I—”

“Why don’t you put it on me since you’re the one who’s acting all awkward?”

You notice his Adam’s apple jerk as he swallows.

“Y-You want me to put it on you?”

His eyes are closed, but you can see the hardness growing in his jeans.

“Hey,” you whisper, moving closer to him.

“Hmm?”

“If you really wanted to cover me up, you would have done that by now,” you smile, taking his bottom lip between your teeth.

You press your bare chest into his, making him groan at the contact.

Feeling you tug at his lip with your teeth, he leans forward and kisses you.

Gently at first, his lips move slowly and softly.

You feel his rough hands on your hips, holding your body against his.

Hooking your thumbs in the waistband of his flannel pajama pants, your lightly scratch his skin.

Smirking against his mouth when you feel him twitch, you deepen the kiss.

Sucking on his bottom lip, your hands move and wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

His tongue glides along your lips, parting them.

You feel his tongue brush against yours and moan into the slow kiss.

Moments later, he pulls away from you and walks backwards while trying to grab the doorknob.

“I-I’m sorry,” he says, looking at the tile floor. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You look at him confusedly, wondering what suddenly went wrong.

Before you can call him back, he rushes out of the bathroom and you hear him shut one of the bedroom doors.

Sighing, you pick up the towel and put it on the rack.

Wrapping the bath robe around yourself, you walk outside and inspect all of the rooms.

You finally find him in one of them, sitting on the bed with his shirt still off.

He’s staring at his hands and doesn’t even budge when you open the door.

“Why’d you run off like that?” you ask, folding your arms over your chest and leaning against the door way.

“N-Nothing,” he says, unsure of himself.

“Like hell. What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re my best friend and I would be taking advantage of you.”

Walking towards him as you laugh, you stop between his legs.

“It’s not taking advantage of someone if that person is willing,” you say, kissing the spot right under his ear.

You feel his hands on your thighs; the bath robe, you realize, barely goes past midway.

His hands are hesitant, then he completely lets go of you.

“I can’t!” he yells, getting off of the bed and running into the hall.

You run after him and see him stopped in the middle of the hall, one hand on his waist and the other tangled in his hair.

“I want it as much as you do,” you tell him, wrapping your hands around him from behind.

His back muscles flinch as you kiss up his spine.

“And I know you want me as much as I want you.”

Your hands slide down his chest, resting just above his low waistband.

He turns to face you, his lips quickly attaching to yours.

You stumble slightly backwards, making you wrap your arms loosely around his neck.

Lifting you up, he wraps your legs around his waist and pushes you harshly against the wall.

You let out a loud groan when you feel him sucking roughly on your tongue, wrapping your legs tighter around his torso.

Pulling your lips apart from his, you rest your head back against the wall and moan when his lips attack your neck.

Your hands are tangled in his mess of hair and you tug gently.

With one hand on your back supporting you, he takes his free one and loosens the collar of the robe.

Licking and sucking hard on your collarbones, you bite your lip with the sensation of his lips on you.

Once a dark hickey forms on your neck, he traces invisible shapes on your chest with his finger.

“So you want this, huh?” he asks, his mouth near your ear.

“Mmhmm,” you whimper, feeling his hardness fight against his thin pajama pants.

“Where?”

“Huh?”

“You were about to shower, right? How about we take one together?” he suggests, kissing the base of your jaw.

“N-No,” you answer. “Too slippery.”

“Okay. Bed?”

“Cliché,” you grin, almost blushing when he laughs.

“I could just do you right here and now,” he says, pushing you harder against the wall.

You groan, the straightness of the wall competing with your back.

“Hurts too much.”

“Um… okay,” he chuckles, “I’m kind of running out of ideas here.”

He looks down one of the hall and frowns when he sees the bedrooms.

“Cliché, according to you,” he mumbles, smiling crookedly.

He looks the opposite direction and you kiss up his jaw line, sucking and nibbling his earlobe once your lips get there.

“Ahh,” he moans, “or we can…”

He trails off, lifting you and taking you to your room.

You have no idea what he’s thinking, but don’t care.

Streaks of sweat have already begun to run down his bare chest.

You busy your lips with his neck, licking a tender spot that you know makes him weak at the knees.

Holding you tight with one arm behind your back, he clears your desk by flinging everything off of its surface.

“What are you doing?” you ask against his skin.

“I’m sorry for all the times I made fun of you for having a short ass desk.”

“What?” you laugh.

He sets you down on the desk, standing between your legs.

You spread them wider, waiting for him to come closer to you.

His eyes bore into yours, never leaving you as his fingers slowly undo the tie of the robe.

Once it’s undone, he spreads the robe apart, exposing you to him.

He licks his lips once his eyes take in your body.

His lips attach to yours again and you brush your foot up and down the side of his leg.

Feelings his fingers on your knee, you flinch when his hand comes in contact with your inner thigh.

Slowly, his finger inch upward and tease your entrance.

His hands are warm and you tilt your head to the side, waiting for him.

Wanting to tease you, he slowly inserts one finger and you shut your eyes.

Pumping slowly, he licks his parted lips when you emit a moan.

“You like that?” he rasps, his voice low.

“Mmhmm,” you answer, twitching when he adds another finger.

Slowly his fingers go in and out, making you rock your hips against his rhythm.

His thumb comes up to the swollen nub and rotates so slowly that it makes you groan.

“Oh god… J—please stop.”

“What?” he asks, his jaw dropped slightly as he watches you move.

“I n-need to feel you. Please let me feel you,” you beg.

He removes his fingers obediently and repositions himself.

With your feet, you slide both his pajama pants and boxers down to the floor.

Swallowing once you him fully, you wrap your legs loosely around his waist.

He slowly moves forward and you feel his throbbing self near your entrance.

Unable to control yourself, you twitch and tighten your legs around his waist, making him move.

Finally, he slowly enters you.

Groaning at the feeling, he tilts his head back and pushes further into you.

Giving you time to adjust, he slowly moves against you.

At a painfully slow pace, he rocks his hips and thrusts into you.

“Mm, go faster,” you moan, your breath increasing.

“Faster?” he asks, looking at you.

“God, yes,” you answer.

Just as he’s told, he moves his body faster, trying to meet your needs.

He grabs your thighs and moves you slightly, and you find him hitting a pleasure spot you’ve never experience before.

“Oh my god, right there,” you say, stopping him.

“There?”

“Yes, ahh, yess…”

Stabilizing himself with one hand against the wall, he grabs your hips and thrusts faster into you.

“Harder,” you whimper, wanting to feel him hit that spot over and over again.

When he does, you find yourself moaning frequently.

His thrusts become harsh, but smooth, and you feel yourself tensing around him.

“Harder, please…”

“Ahh,” he moans.

“J-ohh,” you moan louder, feeling yourself near the end.

The desk starts shaking and with every satisfying thrust, you hear the wood hit the wall.

“Oh wow,” he groans, your nails making marks in his skin.

Grabbing onto the edge of the desk, your toes begin to curl and you know you’re almost at your climax.

“Ohh, make me come,” you moan, your teeth biting hard into your bottom lip.

He lifts your leg at an angle from your hips and thrusts deeper into you, hitting that bundle of nerves.

Screaming when he finally gets that spot, you tense rapidly around him and writhe on the desk.

He pumps into you a few more times before finally releasing and collapsing over you.

Both of you are breathing heavily, your bodies drenched in sweat.

Pulling his pants up, he falls to his knees and tries to regain the strength in his shaking legs.

Folding the robe over yourself, you fall back against the wall and look at him.

Pulling you to your feet, he stands up with you and kisses you softly.

Both of you have finally gotten your normal breathing pattern back.

Pulling apart, he looks at you.

“That was… fun, to say the least,” he says with a wide grin.

“Definitely,” you agree.

“You still need to take a shower,” he laughs, looking in the direction of the bathroom.

“I guess,” you shrug.

Pulling him by the arm towards the bathroom, you smile at him.

“What?” he asks.

“I need help.”

“With…?”

“My shower.”

“I thought you said it was too slippery?”

“It’s not like you’d drop me,” you shrug.

“True,” he agrees.

“Then let’s go,” you say, pulling him into the bathroom.

“Right now? Don’t you think we should wait?”

“Not really,” you say, giving him an odd look.

“Fine.”

Turning on the shower, he waits and watches as you take off your robe.

Getting in without checking the temperature, you jump when it touches your skin.

“Kevin!” you shriek, surprised when you see him laughing at you. “It’s freezing!”

He’s a jerk.

No, he’s your best friend.

You know you love him.

And now you know he loves you, too.