Lucien glanced at the pool clock. He had been waiting almost ten minutes for Eren to get out of the water. He briefly thought about the RPG game he’d paused back at home, but quickly decided that watching Eren swim was far more exciting than any video game.
Since the very first day of swimming class, Lucien had clearly noticed that boy with curly black hair and green eyes. There was something bold and provocative about him that felt impossible to ignore.
Finally, Eren emerged from the pool. He pulled off his headphones while drying his hair with a towel. Music still trickled softly from the earbuds hanging around his neck—a hypnotic electronic beat pulsing gently in the air.
"Do you listen to music even in here?" Lucien asked, half surprised, half curious.
"It helps me switch off," Eren replied, casually. "If I don’t have a beat in my head, I can’t focus."
Lucien nodded silently, though inside he couldn’t stop thinking how otherworldly Eren seemed. Even with his headphones on, he drew everyone’s attention.
As Lucien kept watching, his mind drifted back to the game he had paused at home. He smiled faintly. This was better. He preferred watching Eren—discreetly admiring that slender, graceful frame as it rose from the pool with perfect ease.
Eren walked over. Their eyes met briefly, and a slight, sarcastic smile curled across Eren’s lips. Lucien quickly looked down at the floor.
"Did you enjoy class?" Eren asked, voice playful, teasing.
Lucien lifted his gaze slowly, seeing the same wicked smile on Eren’s face.
"More than usual," he said at last, trying to sound confident. "I really like coming here."
"Oh yeah?" Eren arched a brow. "And here I thought you just came to stare at wet guys walking out of the pool."
Lucien’s cheeks flushed instantly. Eren grinned, clearly pleased to have made him squirm.
"Relax, I’m kidding," he added with a smoother tone, though the mockery still lingered. "Well… maybe not entirely."
They stood in silence for a second. Then Eren leaned in a little and lowered his voice:
"Want to shower with me?"
Lucien’s heart skipped. He could barely believe what he’d just heard, but somehow answered with a voice that stayed almost steady:
"Sure. Why not?"
The locker room was nearly empty at that hour. Eren undressed slowly in front of him, and Lucien couldn’t help watching his slim, defined body. Eren’s cock, still soft, was striking—circumcised, gently curved upward, resting lightly between his thighs.
Lucien took his own time undressing, feeling Eren’s curious gaze trace over him. His build was more athletic, shoulders slightly broader. His cock, at rest, hung straight and heavy under the locker room’s dim lighting.
They stepped into the showers together. The air between them was thick with tension.
Lucien turned on the water gently, warm droplets running down his skin. Eren watched him with a steady gaze, slowly closing the distance until their bodies nearly touched.
"You know I’ve been watching you too, right?" Eren whispered with a mischievous smirk. "Like what you see?"
Lucien nodded slowly, unable to speak. Eren lifted Lucien’s hand and pressed it against his chest, caressing it slowly.
Lucien let out a soft gasp. His arousal surged. Within moments, his cock was fully erect beneath the warm stream. Nineteen centimeters—straight, thick, the glans swollen and flushed.
Eren noticed and felt a deep, spreading heat in his own body. His cock stiffened quickly, curving upward into a full erection. Lucien stared—sixteen centimeters, with that irresistible curve that made him throb harder.
"I like you too," Eren admitted, leaning closer, pressing his body lightly against Lucien’s. "Since the first day, I’ve been imagining doing this with you… right here."
He smiled boldly and added, voice low:
"If I had my camera right now, I’d be taking some very interesting shots of you."
Without another word, their lips met in a deep, breathless kiss under the spray. Water poured over them as their wet bodies pressed together and trembled.
Their hands began exploring—slow, curious, hungry. Lucien took Eren’s hard cock in his hand, stroking it from base to tip, feeling the smooth, warm skin and the soft pulse beneath.
Then a noise interrupted them: distant voices in the locker room. A reminder they weren’t alone.
They pulled apart slightly, breathless, sharing a smile full of tension.
"Maybe we should finish this later…" Lucien whispered, still fully aroused, craving more.
Eren nodded, but grinned devilishly.
"Then you’d better come prepared next time. I’m not letting you get away."
As they dried off under the soft light, Lucien watched drops slide down Eren’s pale skin, glistening as they fell. For a moment, he wished he could freeze time and capture that image forever—so full of silent promise—before they returned to the outside world.
They left the locker room still flushed, still excited, both knowing:
that first shower together was only the beginning of many wet adventures to come.
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