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interesting enough. He sighed and went to hammer on the door again.
    “Come on , Sean.” At least the water had stopped.
    The door opened, and Sean stood there with a towel around his waist, dark hair dripping onto his shoulders. “I still need to brush my teeth, but you can get in the shower if you want.”
    Justin pushed past him. “I want. We need to leave in forty minutes, and it takes me ages to get my hair right.”
    He stripped off his clothes, grateful that the air in the bathroom was warm and humid already. Sean was at the sink with his back to Justin, and the mirror was too fogged up for Sean to be able to see a reflection. Justin was glad—he’d always felt skinny and pale next to Sean, and with Sean’s current tan, the contrast was even worse than usual. He got into the tub and pulled the shower curtain around him before turning on the water.
    He heard Sean say something, but his words were lost against the sound of the shower.
    “Huh?” Justin poked his head back through the curtain, to be faced with Sean’s bare arse. Sean was using his towel to dry his hair and bending forward as he did it. “Wow. Nice view.”
    Justin was teasing, but it was true. This angle didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. Sean’s crack, dusted with dark, soft-looking hairs, led down to his taint, and Justin caught a glimpse of Sean’s balls between his legs before he stood up so fast he almost cracked his head on the sink.
    “Sorry.” As he turned, Sean wrapped the towel around his waist again, but not before Justin had managed to sneak a look at his cock. Soft but plump, and awfully tempting.
    “It’s okay. I’ve seen it all before in the locker rooms at school.” Although back then, Justin had tried really hard not to look in case anyone noticed. Now, he’d been able to fully appreciate it. His cock throbbed as it thickened and rose, poking into the shower curtain. He moved back a little so Sean wouldn’t be able to see it. “What did you say anyway? I didn’t hear.”
    “I was asking if I should shave?” Sean ran his hand over his stubble.
    It was long enough to be almost a beard now, thick and dark and sexy as hell.
    “No, leave it. Andy couldn’t grow a full beard even though he’s over thirty, and he was really self-conscious about it. It will only make you more enviable.”
    “Okay. I might neaten it up a bit, though. Have you got any shaving foam? I’m out.”
    “In the cabinet over the sink.”
    “Cheers.”
    Justin ducked back behind the curtain. He lathered himself up, willing his cock to calm down, but then it was time to wash down there, and that didn’t help matters at all. He couldn’t resist giving himself a squeeze because it felt so good, and knowing Sean was on the other side of the thin plastic curtain made him feel extra dirty. Apparently he was into almost-exhibitionism, because his cock got harder in his hand and he gave in to the temptation to stroke in earnest for a moment.
    He bit back a groan at the perfect, slick grip. If he really let himself go for it, this wouldn’t take long. Sean wouldn’t hear him over the shower anyway. Maybe he could—
    “Can I borrow some tweezers? I need to sort out this unibrow I’m rocking.”
    Sean’s voice was close. Fuck , he might be right outside the curtain. Justin snatched his hand away from his dick as though it had burned him, feeling like a right perv.
    “Um… I think so.” His voice came out embarrassingly high and strained.
    “You think so? Helpful, Justin.”
    “I mean yeah. They’re in the cabinet too. Front left.”
    Okay. I really can’t . Justin reluctantly let go of his erection to focus on washing his hair instead, but his body didn’t give up on the idea even if common sense did. When he finally heard Sean call “Right, I’ll leave you to it,” he barely waited for the sound of the bathroom door closing before he took his shaft in hand again and jerked himself to a ridiculously fast climax, with images of