Book one in the Suburban Fantasy series.

Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: GLBT-homoerotica

When his handsome new neighbor turns out to be a vampire, Simon has only one choice--to kill him. Or is there another option?

Simon shed his clothes, wishing he had something clean to put on as he lay them beside the towel on the counter. He raised his eyes to the mirror hanging on the wall opposite the shower, grinning at himself as he struck a provocative pose. Maybe he wouldn't put his sweaty T-shirt and sweat pants back on. Maybe he'd walk out there stark naked. He bet Julian wouldn't be expecting that.

He turned on the water, fiddling with the knobs until it was just the right temperature--hot. He groaned in delight as he stepped into the near-scalding spray and pulled the shower curtain closed behind him. The water beat against his skin, a delicious stinging that sent a shudder through his body. God, he loved a good shower.

A knock at the door made him jump, and before he could respond, he heard the door open.

"It's just me," Julian said, his shadow sliding across the curtain as he walked into the small bathroom.

"What is it?" Simon asked. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong," Julian said, and Simon took a startled step backward as the shower curtain slid aside and Julian stepped into the shower. "Oh, that's hot," he said, stiffening as the water poured over his shoulders and ran down his body, but he didn't turn the heat down. Simon stared, his mouth hanging open, as Julian turned a slow circle in the spray, wetting every inch of that alabaster skin until he gleamed like polished marble. As he turned to face Simon again, he ran his hands back over his hair and grinned.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look like you've never showered with a guy before."

"No, I-- I just-- You surprised me," Simon stammered.

"A good surprised, I hope," Julian said, taking a step toward him. Simon had to fight against the urge to back away. He didn't understand that. Julian wasn't threatening, not in word or deed. He was warm and charming--a little odd, perhaps, but nothing that justified Simon's strong and sudden desire to run. It didn't make any sense. He licked his dry lips and pushed it aside, trying to ignore the way his stomach fluttered as he took a step forward to meet Julian.

"Very good," he murmured, finally allowing his gaze to slide down Julian's body and appreciate his cock. It was as pale and finely formed as the rest of him, the head a barely blushing rose, and Simon daringly reached out and wrapped his hand around the shaft, giving it a slow stroke as he raised his eyes back to Julian's. Julian made a sound low in his throat and the hair on the back of Simon's neck stood on end, but he paid it no mind, his own cock stiffening as he felt Julian harden in his hand.