Spade stepped out of his car, shutting the door he slowly trudged inside, he'd just returned from the club after a long hard day, but that was not the highlight of his day, infact it barely rested in his mind.

Instead he was thinking about one thing, rather one person, the whole day. Virtually everything he did, ended up with him thinking about him.

He walked inside his house and turned on the lights before flinging his jacket on the couch, he walked around his couch straight to the kitchen, he pulled out a glass from his cupboard and filled it with water from the tap, bringing it to his lips, he drank it all at once, feeling the water quench his thirst.

Abandoning the cup on the island he walked out of the kitchen while trying to pull off his tie, he headed straight for his bedroom, opening the door and walking inside, he didn't bother turning on the lights as he finally tugged off his tie and flung it on his bed, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt as his mind drifted to what happened earlier that day.

He could still see the way Nate's face pressed against the wall and how uneven his breath was, it still felt very real to him, the feel of Nate's back to his chest, the way his wrists fit perfectly in his grip. The smell of his aftershave and the smell of his shampoo. All these messed with his sanity the whole day, everything down to the jolting feeling he got when his lips slightly grazed his earlobe.

He peeled off his shirt and threw it on the bed, before he starts taking off his belt too, memories of the amount of times he twitched today all because of one person and not just his fingers but his whole body, even parts he didn't think would move or get excited over just a small gesture like licking of the lips.

He'd seen girls and guys do that million times but why did this one feel and look different, like there was a special way Nate did it, that actually meant anything to him.

He pulled off his pants and boxer briefs, dropping it alongside his shirt and tie before walking towards the bathroom. The room was pitch black, he didn't mind though, because it was his room and he could easily find his way around without stumbling or missing a step, or losing his way.

His hands reached for the door knob of his bathroom and he twisted it and pushed the door opened, unlike his bedroom, the lights were on and it shone through the door illuminating the bedroom, he walked inside and closed the door behind him as he opened the see through glass of his shower and stepped inside.

His bathroom was quite big, with a bathtub on the far left end of it and a shower just in the middle, still on the left side, a mirror directly facing the shower on the right side.

He turned on the shower, setting it at lukewarm temperature, he rested both his hands on the wall with his head down, and his back directly under the shower. The water rushed out and fell directly on his back, touching the tattoo on his back.

It was a huge art of a man kneeling in a praying position, with so many knives pointed at him from all corners. The tattoos occupied most part of his back, giving little to no space left on his back. With the one on his forearm, it was drawn in a way that it looked like it was connected to the one on his back, it ran all the way to his back, connecting to it

He had another just on his chest but it was a lot smaller, a raven. With it's wings spread free

He could feel the water slowly reaching every part of his body, including his face that was down, blinding his vision the water found it's way into his eyes, droplets of it. Trailing down his whole face, he shut his eyes slowly.

The moment everything became dark, the image of Nate's face pooped up, not just his face but his eyes looking as they did earlier today, his tongue licking his lips like he did today.

Spade was somehow basking in this image unknowingly as the water hit his body, suddenly he started feeling something else, something other than the semi warm water on his back.

This feeling unlike the water was not an external force, but from withing. The feeling was coming from inside him, below his waist, he could feel it straining, his third leg, it wasn't just twitching, no, it was getting hard. The more his mind delved deeper into the thoughts and events of today with Nate, the more intense the feeling got and the harder his member got.

He quickly opened his eyes cutting short whatever thoughts was running through his mind, whatever image he was replaying immediately vanished and was replaced with white tiled walls, he was sort of breathing hard.

He let out deep breath after deep breath as his eyes slowly moved down until they looked at his toned chest, and way past his lower abdomen and right at his semi hard, semi flaccid member.

He was horrified and shocked at what he was seeing. Not that his hard dick scared him but the reason why it was getting hard scared the crap out of him and nothing ever scared Spade.

This had never happened to him before. He's been around guys and girls and he didn't need a third opinion to know that he was completely and utterly attracted to women. Sexy, attractive, sexually active women.

So why were thoughts about Nate getting him hard, or was it just a coincidence? It had been long he had sex, since the last time he sent Scarlett out of his office, he hadn't had the time to do that again, not with anyone.

But now under this shower, looking at his dick he was beginning to feel everything come to a total halt. He's not gay, he's attracted to women. He has never been attracted to a man before, neither has he ever entertained such thoughts or idea. It was simply impossible.

But he was beginning to doubt that now, was it really impossible or was it just impossible because he never thought of it? He sighed out and looked at his hard member again.

He was going to find out why this was happening to him, was it some sort of system malfunction on his body? Was he loosing his mind slowly. He was curious now, why was he thinking about Nate so much and why the fuck was he getting hard at that?

Something was pushing him to explore this new found information, this new found piece of surprise his body had for him. For him to really know if this was just a stupid phase or curiosity or he was really getting sexually attracted to Nate

He knew it wasn't just a phase, he was way too old to be going through sexuality crisis now, he's freaking 29 for God's sake and he's suddenly doubting his own sexuality.

He's willing to find out what was going on with him, take that leap and see what was really on the other side. He sighed out and closed his eyes again, just like he did the first time

He didn't even need to try, it was like Nate's thoughts were stored somewhere in his mind and all he had to do was just press play and everything will come to his view. Just like he flipped a switch, Nate's face came into view.

He swallowed as he felt the water sliding down his body, he suddenly remembered the feeling of Nate's skin on his and he sucked in a breath as he was slowly loosing the feel of water on his skin, instead the strange but somewhat sweet sensation from inside him was building again.

He grounded his teeth as he shut his eyes tighter than they initially were, the image of Nate's lips on display as he licked it, this time his own mind decided to up the dosage, by making him picture Nate's lips against another, how perfectly they moulded together, he felt the muscle in his arms flex and get tighter as he closed his hands tight. Feeling the slow rise of his member.

He could feel it straining, and twitch. Then it was like he felt Nate's hands on his chest and that just pushed him over again, this time making his dick twitch even faster and more noticeable, he couldn't look at his member because he could feel it get harder with each thought.

He was afraid if he looked all this would become so real that he might actually lose his mind He folded his mouth and let out a deep breath as he felt his stomach dip with excitement, like a new student going to school for the first time.

It was like a movie playing in his head and the only character there was Nate, running the whole show. The next image was of Nate, with that smile on his face, the same one he gave his sister. This made Spade suck in a harsh breath as he felt his member harden completely, making his ass grip tight as he felt his whole body tensed up.

This was actually really happening, he got aroused thinking of Nate, Spade never gets aroused thinking about anyone, it only ever happened when he saw a woman whom he fancied her body and to get him this hard, she'd have to work her way through.

But mere thoughts about a man got him like this. No he doesn't like men, he's never liked a man before. Like is a rather strong word to use, he's never found a man attractive before, not once in his 29 years on Earth.

He slowly let his hand slip from the wall, with his eyes still shut he slowly moved it towards his hard member as he hesitates a bit, still doubting the reality of what was happening.

He clenched and unclenched his hands, before letting out a deep breath and slowly bringing his index finger first on top of his tip, his whole body recoiled back at the cold feeling. He let out a shaky breath as he brought it back on top of his hard member, slowly wrapping his hand around his hard member, he could feel the veins popping out on it.

He hissed as he grazed the tip and felt his precum. Not only was he solid rock hard, but his cock was pulsating and seeping precum out.

This kind of felt weird. He's never touched himself before, not for any reason, because he always had someone on speed dial for a quick fuck whenever he felt like it.

But now his body wasn't even excited to call anybody. He could feel aching on his hard member, but calling a girl to fuck, wouldn't quench it. Not this time. Infact the thought alone sounded absurd to him only now.

He suddenly moved his hands in a front to back motion on his dick slowly, he gasped out. Thinking his dick would go flaccid if his brain realized this was crazy and so very weird, he moved it again and this time he imagine Nate pressed against the wall, naked, even though he didn't know what he'd look like naked, that should be enough to send warning signals to his brain and stop him from this madness.

But instead, his dick twitched and pulsated at the same time making him groan out lowly without even realizing it. He felt his hip move forward when his hand stopped moving.

He was enjoying this way too much than he should, and it was bad. This whole thing is bad Very bad

He could feel himself slip from the real work to a world of impossible possibility in his head. He quickly opened his eyes and his grip on his dick loosened and he quickly ripped his hands away from his hard member.

Breathing hard, his eyes moved to it and it was still pretty much hard. His hands clutched his chest as he felt the beating of his heart.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

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