He let the hot water flow over his hair and down his chest and back as the heat pushed away the last dregs of sleep. So engrossed, he almost missed the sound of the door clicking open.
Almost.
He didn’t turn much, but the mirrors hadn’t yet completely fogged over, so he saw Dane walking into the bathroom. Once he saw Aras’s reflection, he smiled. “Offer still valid?”
“Good through the rest of the calendar year.”
Aras didn’t need to be shy any longer, so he turned to watch as Dane pulled his pants down. Then he removed his shirt, and Aras realized this was the first time seeing his torso. Itshouldn’thave been exciting—they’d traded blow jobs, and he’d gotten a full view of everything below the belt—but his breath hitched as he saw the first flash of Dane’s abdomen. Pale skin, an outie belly button, slight softness around the edges. His shirt lifted up higher, stretching his body. It pulled the slightest hint of bush up over the waistband of his underwear. Then, as he worked his sleeves up and over, Aras saw a dusting of red armpit hair.
Dane tossed his shirt and pants onto the counter, then stepped right up to the door of the shower. Of course he did. He grinned, knowing he was putting on a show. Not that Aras would complain about the entertainment. Especially not as Dane hooked his thumbs into his underwear and dropped them down.
He was impressive hard, of course, but Aras took him in soft, hanging loose, foreskin totally covering his head. He liked how muchfunDane was, and how comfortable they seemed together, but he couldn’t deny that he liked Dane’s body, either.
Aras pushed the door open and allowed him in, then reached for the water to turn the temperature lower than flesh-rending.
Dane wrapped his fingers over Aras’s on the handle. “I can handle the heat.”
Aras pulled away. “Don’t blame me when you get third degree burns.” But he kept the temp the same. Then he reached for the shampoo and squirted some into his palm. He turned to Dane as he lathered his hair. “It’s nice to see you.”
Dane ran his hands down Aras’s body. “It’s nice to see all of you. Even if you do keep getting up at the butt crack of dawn.”
“It’s quiet.” Aras had a full lather, so he tipped his head back and let the shower rinse away the filth and sweat and soap. “I’ve always liked hotels early in the morning. It’s like a space in-between. It feels like, if you see anyone, there’s this camaraderie. You all agree to leave each other alone, but you still have something in common.” He tilted his head back up and grinned. “Not that I’m opposed to spending time withsomepeople right now.” Aras rubbed across Dane’s shoulders. This close, he could make out the spray of freckles across those, and over his chest. Not many, but enough to be noticeable.
His fingertips dipped lower, thumbs brushing over hard, pink nipples. Lower still, feeling the subtle bumps of Dane’s ribs, then the soft skin of his belly, the ridges of his spine at his lower back. He cupped Dane’s ass and yanked him closer, working his fingers into the hard globes of muscle.
“We’re not exactly going to get cleaned up at this rate.” Dane’s voice was abnormally hoarse and low, almost blending into the background noise of the shower. “Do you want to smell like cum all day?”
“Yeah.” Aras ground his hips forward, and it was plain that Dane was no longer fully soft. “Maybe I do. Or maybe, I know that taking a shower means we don’t have to.” He brought one hand around the back again, running his fingers up and down between Dane’s ass cheeks. He didn’t press in, but he gave special attention to Dane’s hole and tried not to lose himself in fantasies about it, even as his own cock twitched and swelled to life.
“I have condoms and stuff.” Dane spat it out, like he was trying to get through it fast as possible. “If you want.”
Arashadto consider it. But he shook his head, running his fingers through Dane’s mohawk and looking down into his eyes. “Not now. That should be something special.” He gave a particularly firm squeeze to Dane’s ass cheeks, eliciting a squeaking gasp. “But I’d love to eat you out while you take care of yourself. If you’d be interested.” A good compromise, Aras thought. Plus, Dane’s butt was primo, ten-out-of-ten. He could think of worse ways to wake up than burying his tongue in there.
Dane stared back up at him, and when his brows furrowed, a jolt of panic raced through Aras. Was that too far? Was he not into it? How had he fucked up?
“Doesn’t sound like a very good deal for you?” Dane tutted his tongue. “You don’t have to give up on having a good time just to appease me.”
And the panic subsided. Aras shook his head with a smile. “I’m getting the better end of the deal, here.” Aras kneaded the firm muscles and soft skin of Dane’s ass cheeks and, once again, pulled him in tight. They werebothtotally hard, now. “Your ass has looked delicious since the first time I saw you.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Dane
Itwashardlythefirst time he’d run into a guy who had a thing for his ass. Dane was a top, by preference, but he wasn’t opposed at all to some butt stuff. However, this was the first time he’d hadthisexact suggestion. More often than not, if a guy was willing to eat his ass, it was a precursor to fucking, not an act on its own.
Yet as Dane bent over, leaning one arm against the wall and reaching for his cock with the other, Aras showed no signs of hesitation or quavering decision. And he also didn’t when his hands parted Dane’s ass, exposing it to the humid air and the warm water pelting down from the shower head above. He had to angle his head the right way to avoid getting blinded by the falling water, or unintentionally waterboarding himself.
Any thoughts of discomfort vanished when he felt the scratch of stubble along the inside of his cheeks, then the warm pressure of a tongue against his hole. In fact, all of his thoughts vanished. He was suddenly only a bundle of nerves, a pocket of sensation focused on Aras’s face buried in his ass. It was only after several seconds that he even realized he’d started stroking himself, and then a new sensation joined the tangle of nerves and ragged breath and pressure and heat. His hand barely felt like his own as he stroked up and down his shaft. Immediately, he could feel the pressure building in his belly, and his balls pulsing tighter, but he focused on his breathing. “I’m not going to last.”
Aras paused just long enough to say, “Good,” before diving back in, somehow driving deeper. His tongue lapped at sensitive flesh, pressed into Dane’s hole before going back down to long strokes, from taint to tailbone.
“Stop. Stop.” Dane turned around, but before Aras could give voice to the worry clearly sitting across his face, he carried forward, still massaging his dick. “You need some attention too. And I’m not ready for this to be done.” He reached out and cupped Aras’s balls. They were warm and loose from the shower, and heavy in his grasp. He squeezed softly, just enough to put some pressure on, and Aras moaned.
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to.” There was a height disparity, to be sure, so Dane had to get up on his tip toes. It was definitely less stable than he liked, with the tiles so slick, but he got up and Aras bent his knees a little until their cocks lined up. Then Dane slid his foreskin forward, covering the head of Aras’s dick. And he stroked. Slowly at first, making sure they stayed connected. The precum from both of them, along with the water flowing down, slicked the movements, and soon he sped up, staring up into the dark depths of Aras’s eyes.
Dane felt himself leaning too far back, the floor going out from underneath him. Something form and sharp caught him around both shoulders. Aras’s hands. He’d reached out to hold him up. And he grinned down at Dane. “Shower sex is a terrible way to die.”
