Scavengers: July by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online Page B

action. And if it wouldn’t help, at least they would have tried something...
    For now though, all he could do was watch Ira squatting by the water fountain to clean his powerful body. The man first splashed his face and ran his now cold fingers over his scalp. James’ gaze followed droplets of water trailing along the firm belly and thighs, and dripping to the ground from a rather large, meaty cock. Its wet head was uncovered and it almost shone in the dim light of the fire. Ira was breathing shakily, trying to get it over with as soon as possible, his body covered in goosebumps.
    James went silent, admiring his tight muscles, wide shoulders and exotic tattoos. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t look down at the man's thighs and between his legs. All the adrenaline from what was about to happen and the excitement of seeing a handsome man naked melted into one as his heart pounded and he hunched a bit, with his arms folded. He couldn’t even gather his thoughts. The other man suddenly caught his eyes and his mouth curved into a slight smile.
    “You do that too. We’re all sweaty n' all...” he trailed off, probably not wanting to mention the undead body fluids. He straightened his powerful body and stroked any place he could reach with his hand, as if trying to brush off the excess water. He didn’t need to be very thorough, as the room was getting hotter and he dried quickly.
    James gave him a small nod and got up from the anvil, his legs feeling unpleasantly limp. The wait was killing him, so he took off his clothes quite fast, starting from the vest and shirt, showing Ira his pale, but firm body. He was in no way built like the former sailor, but his body wasn’t effeminate either: tall with naturally wide shoulders; slim but not thin thanks to fencing, horse riding and the outdoor activities he did as a young boy. He squatted by the pump, to unbuckle his shoes.
    Somehow, with the silence, he almost physically felt Ira’s gaze trailing down his spine to his round backside. He momentarily felt a tight knot of nervousness in his stomach. He had never been around a man like that before, one who would look him up and down. Taking off all of his clothes and putting them to the side, James felt almost obscene as he knelt by the pump to clean himself. The sound of footsteps coming closer set his senses to alarm. The shadow he cast on the water pump lengthened, as Ira approached him from behind quietly. In an instant, James felt his heart flutter like a frightened, caged animal. He felt a warm hand brushing over his shoulder gently.
    “You want me to pour water over you?”
    “No, it’s fine. I’m fine, I’ll manage,” he said, looking up. He felt hot and cold at the same time. Ira’s eyes were definitely on the hot side and he felt a flush traveling up his face at that discovery.
    “You sure?” the man asked, putting another hand on his arm and kneading James’ flesh with his fingers.
    “Yes...” he whispered, washing his face and hair, though feeling very stiff.
    Ira sighed quietly, his hands never leaving the other man’s body. The back massage felt strange: wonderful and unnerving at the same time.
    “Is the thing ready...?” asked James, standing up slowly and running his fingers through his wet, long hair. He didn’t want to give into this sensation now, with what they had to tend to.
    “I guess so,” Ira answered and ran the back of his hand down the aristocrat’s spine, taking it away just as it reached the small of his back.
    With every second, James felt more nervous. He was not used to being touched in this way and didn’t know what to make of it.
    “Stay where you are” said Ira in a commanding tone, extracting the metal rod from the fire. It was now a blazing yellow.
    “Maybe I’ll sit down?” James asked with a frightened voice. His stomach shrunk at the mere thought of it coming close to his skin.
    “Against that wall,” Ira agreed, looking even more intimidating fully naked