"Hey!"
Shaun jolted at the sudden shock of Rebecca's voice. His eyes darted up from the computer screen to meet her inquisitive face.
"What are you doing?" she asked casually.
"Eh..." He folded his laptop almost closed without even thinking about how suspicious that looked. "Nothing?"
Rebecca's features quirked in disbelief. "Oh, so you're hiding nothing then?" she said mockingly.
"Don't you have work to do?" Shaun snipped, but she was having none of that. Her hands grabbed at the laptop. "Stop that!" he barked, trying to wiggle it out of her grasp.
They wrestled for control over the computer for several seconds before Rebecca finally gave up. "Fine!" Scowling, she turned away and waved a hand dismissively. "Keep your little secrets!"
"What secrets?! I'm working! You should try it too!" Shaun shook his fist at her as she retreated back to the Animus workstation. He watched her with narrowed eyes until he was sure she was fully focused back on her programming. Then he let out a small sigh of relief. "Okay..." He lifted the laptop lid again. "Where was I?"
Before him was a vivid image of a man's glistening wet body, frozen mid-shower. Shaun glanced at Rebecca again just to be safe, then double-checked the sound was still muted before unpausing the video.
The droplets resumed their spray over the captive Assassin. The video was a little pixelly from being magnified to fill his screen, but Shaun was captivated nonetheless. Every minute motion of Desmond's muscles was visible underneath the skin as he rubbed a bar of Abstergo brand soap into a rich lather on his arms. Shaun found himself wondering what the stuff smelled like... and then wondering what Desmond smelled like.
And from that point it was a short hop, skip, and jump to wondering what his cock looked like. There was no way to tell from the video, for he was facing away from the camera. Come on, Desmond, Shaun mentally implored. Turn around already...
Nothing doing. The man in the video stubbornly continued to stand in that same spot, working his hair into a foamy mess of bubbles. Shaun ached to run his fingers through that hair, to push that head down into his lap, to feel those scarred lips against his skin, to do all sorts of things with Desmond's obscenely hot body.
But, for now at least, he was limited to just watching. Watching, and trying extremely hard not to wank off while Rebecca was there. Shaun allowed himself a small smirk. Bloody hell, I haven't even met the fellow yet and I already want to shag him silly. He sighed and took a drink of his coffee. And even when I do finally meet him, statistically, he's probably not even gay.
Just then, the star of the show turned around.
Coffee splurted from Shaun's mouth and he only barely managed to refrain from shouting aloud. Jesus sodding Christ! He's enormous! And that's... if that's the size of his cock soft, then... A shudder ran through Shaun's entire nervous system and he lost his grip on the coffee mug, spilling deep brown over his pants and into the carpet.