Chapter 1: Sparks in the Steam
The air in the house was thick with tension, as it always was when Louis was around. Alex leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, glaring at his stepbrother who lounged on the couch like he owned the damn place. Louis, all 6’1” of lean, dangerous charm, smirked at him, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. His black hair was a mess, as if he’d just rolled out of bed—or someone’s bed—and his leather jacket hung off one shoulder, revealing a sliver of taut, inked skin.
“Staring again, Alex?” Louis drawled, his voice a low, teasing purr. “Careful, little bro, I might start thinking you’ve got a crush.”
Alex scoffed, rolling his eyes. “In your dreams, asshole. I’m just wondering how someone can be so full of themselves and still fit through the door.”
Louis chuckled, standing up with a predatory grace that made Alex’s pulse quicken despite himself. “Oh, I fit just fine. Wanna test that theory?” He took a step closer, his gaze raking over Alex like he was sizing up a meal. “Bet I could make you fit real nice too.”
“Fuck off, Louis,” Alex snapped, but there was a heat in his cheeks he couldn’t hide. Their arguments always went like this—sharp, biting, laced with something neither of them would name. Louis had been flirting with him for months, pushing boundaries with every smirk and suggestive comment, and Alex hated how it got under his skin.
Before he could throw another insult, Louis disappeared down the hall, muttering something about a shower. Alex tried to shake off the lingering tension, busying himself with a glass of water, when the bathroom door creaked open. Steam billowed out, and there was Louis, standing in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. Droplets of water clung to his chest, trailing down the hard lines of his abs, and Alex’s mouth went dry.
“Like what you see?” Louis asked, his voice a husky challenge as he leaned against the doorframe. His eyes locked on Alex, dark and hungry. “’Cause I’ve been dying to fuck you, Alex. Been thinking about it for way too long.”
Alex’s breath hitched, his grip tightening on the glass. “You’re full of shit,” he shot back, but his voice wavered, betraying the heat pooling in his gut. “You just say that to mess with me.”
Louis stepped closer, the towel slipping just enough to reveal the sharp V of his hips. “Oh, I’m dead serious. I want you bent over that counter, panting and begging for me. Question is, are you man enough to handle it?”
The challenge hung in the air, electric and dangerous. Alex’s heart pounded as he set the glass down with a deliberate clink, stepping forward until they were inches apart. “I’m not some toy for you to play with, Louis. If you want me, you’d better be ready to keep up.”
Louis grinned, a wicked, feral thing, and in one swift move, he grabbed Alex by the waist, pulling him flush against his damp, hard body. “Oh, I’m ready,” he growled, his breath hot against Alex’s ear. “Let’s see how loud you can get.”
Their lips crashed together, a furious clash of heat and need, and Alex’s hands were already tugging at the towel, desperate to feel more. The kitchen counter loomed behind them, promising a messy, reckless collision that neither could resist.
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