If he hadn’t, now wasn’t the time to start. Not that the shorts left a lot to the imagination. Still, it was better than walking around with his erection waving everywhere. Doing his best not to look at Calen, Brent still felt the hot gaze of his…Dom…lover…Master…his friend.
They needed to have a conversation before they did anything like this but it was too late to protest now. Not that he really wanted to. Calen was right. Brent was buttoned-up and very in charge at work, but he liked being able to give up control and let someone else run the show other times.
The fact that his newsomeonewas Calen made it even better. He liked Calen’s irreverence. He liked not knowing what the Dom would do. He liked the intensity Calen would get in his eyes when he watched Brent now. He liked everything about Calen.
Even though he enjoyed the unexpected, Brent had a feeling that Calen had something up his sleeve. Yes, Calen was proving his point that Brent belonged to him and that he would be the one to choose when Brent got to come, but there was something more. He just had to figure it out. Or maybe that was the point. He wasn’t supposed to. He was simply supposed to follow his Dom’s instructions.
He’d have to analyze it more later, but right now he had an order to obey.
Brent had never jerked off anywhere like this before. He’d played at the club occasionally but that was as close to public as he’d experienced. And he really saw that as more private than anything, no matter what other people might think. He was the most boring submissive ever.
Brent had a feeling Calen was going to change that.
Walking into the shower, closing the curtain behind him, Brent wished the gym had real doors on the stalls. He’d never felt exposed there before. In fact, he couldn’t ever remember even thinking about the showers but this time it was different.
He was aware of every little gap and movement in the curtain. The way it swung when he hung his towel over the top of the bar. The way it wasn’t quite wide enough to stretch all the way across without leaving a tiny space on one side or the other. As Calen pulled his curtain closed, the whole bar swayed, making the curtain flare out before settling back in place.
When he turned the water on, it only got worse. The fabric started pulling towards the spray just enough to make the gap even bigger. Could he actually do this? Hearing the water turn on next to him, Brent pictured Calen naked, water dripping down his body.
Had he ever seen Calen naked?
He didn’t think so. Their schedules at the gym never seemed to have them in the locker room at the same time. And even if it had, Brent wouldn’t have stared at another guy’s junk. Friend or not, gay or not, it would have been a bad idea. But at that moment, Brent would have given almost anything to have been able to pictureexactlyhow Calen looked.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Calen!” Brent couldn’t believe that Calen would bring it up while he was in the shower. But the Dom laughed, sending shivers down Brent’s spine. Brent’s head was conflicted but his body knew what it wanted.
Even the worry over the curtain hadn’t diminished his erection, and knowing Calen was listening only made him harder. Turning to face the water, Brent pushed his concerns out of his mind and did his best to obey. He took a deep breath and let Calen’s image fill his mind.
Leaning into the water, letting it pound the stress away, Brent imagined himself pressed against the wall again, Calen leaning against him. The fear that someone could walk in any minute, that they would hear Calen’s instructions, made him even more aroused.
Opening his legs wider, Brent tilted his body so that the water was running down his erection. Did Calen know how much Brent loved jerking off in the shower or was it a coincidence? With all his brothers in the lifestyle, he might have over-shared at some point. But he was betting Garrett had been the one to say something, trying to tease him.
Growing up with so many brothers, no one was going to leave you alone if you had a habit of taking very long showers. It made Brent think. What else did Calen know about him? There were probably so many little things that he’d said or that his brothers had teased him about over the years. Did Calen know that much about him or was this a fluke?
Bringing one hand up to his chest, Brent braced the other against the wall. As the water pounded against him, he let his fingers trail over his skin towards his nipples. Going back and forth, he let them tease the sensitive skin.
Gradually, he stimulated them more until he was pinching them and tugging on them. He loved having his nipples played with. He’d orgasmed once just from having a Dom play with them during a demonstration of nipple clamps. Brent had been embarrassed at the time, but the Dom had loved it. They’d even dated a few times, but it hadn’t worked out.
Doing his best to be quiet, Brent could hear Calen moving only feet from him. Knowing that the only thing that separated them was a flimsy wall gave him all kinds of naughty ideas. Spreading his legs even more, he pulled on his nipples as he pictured Calen sneaking in behind him.
Letting his hand snake down his chest, Brent imagined the feel of Calen pressed against him. The Dom would watch him playing with himself as he’d been ordered to. Calen would bring his arms up and wrap himself around Brent, teasing at his sensitive nubs until they were tender, each touch making Brent squirm and beg.
Calen would watch as Brent’s hand wrapped around his cock. Running his hand up and down his shaft under his Dom’s gaze, he could almost hear Calen’s whispered orders telling him to speed up and then go slower. Calen would keep him on edge, not letting Brent come until he was ready.
Tightening his hand around his cock, Brent built the fantasy up in his mind and he fucked his fist. Calen was listening. And even though the sound of the shower muffled some of the noises, could he hear the rhythmic sounds of Brent thrusting?
It was like thunder to Brent. Skin rubbing against skin, the way the pulse of the water would change as his hand moved through it, the way his breath would hitch even though he tried not to moan…it seemed to echo in the quiet of the room.
Tilting his ass out, Brent wished he’d thought to ask if he could play with his hole. Did he need to ask? He had so many questions. Calen had told him to orgasm, but he hadn’t been specific about what Brent was allowed to do. Would he be able to tell?
Shifting around so his shoulder was pressed against the wall, Brent braced himself then let his free hand slide around to his ass. If someone walked by and the curtain moved even the slightest bit, they would see. They’d see Brent teasing his fingers around his hole as he jerked off.
Easing one finger in just enough for him to feel the stretch, he gripped his cock even tighter. He wasn’t in the right position to hit his prostate but the slight burn radiated out, pushing him right to the edge. Hips flexing back and forth, Brent felt the pleasure building.
His balls pulled up and he felt his orgasm swelling, like a wave that was about to crash over him. One last thrust of his finger and tug on his cock then it was there, pressing against him in an almost endless rush of pleasure. He tried so hard to be quiet, but he knew little sounds escaped before he stopped them.
Could anyone hear him?
