#1 Malcolm Defender

He peels off the sleeveless top and drops it carelessly onto the floor before disappearing into the shower.

Malcolm waits for the water to run, counts to 60. Hands shaking, he reaches for the top.

He presses the dirty material against his nose, inhaling deeply. Reese. This was gross. He was gross.

But the damp fabric stays pressed to his nose, his hand finding its way under his sweatpants.

He hums into the cotton, its pungent smell too tempting to resist. Quickening his touch, he moans into the shirt, picturing how the older had looked.

Reese, hair slick with sweat. Chest heaving from his workout, muscles shifting to remove the shirt.

He loses himself in the forbidden act, blissfully unaware of the fact the water has stopped running. Only a cough draws him from his trance, wide eyes opening to find Reese’s figure leaning ominously in the doorway.