Chapter Eight

Blaze

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I lay against Galen, not really able or wanting to move off him right away. I figured I only had a few minutes before the glow would wear off and he’d freak out again, but as the minutes stretched out, he seemed content where he was.

When my breathing returned to normal I knew we had to clean up, and when I pulled away I half expected Galen to be looking at the wall, or at least avoiding my gaze.

He wasn’t doing either. Instead he was smiling as he looked up at me, and I bit my lip to stop a stupid grin from stretching across my face as he reached up to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear.

“Can your shower fit two?” he asked, breaking the spell between us.

“I’ve never tried. Might be a tight fit.”

“I’ll never complain about a tight fit.” He grinned and helped me climb off his body. We were both covered in my cum and he still had the condom on his now limp dick, but he didn’t seem all that concerned about it.

I chuckled and nodded to the bathroom.

The building was older and not exactly well maintained, so it took a while for the water to warm up. I started the shower as soon as we were inside, and after Galen had rid himself of the condom he pulled me toward him and held me close as his lips pressed against mine.

Unlike our kisses on the futon, these were slow and languid. His lips played over mine as his tongue traced over my lips, and when I opened my mouth to him he didn’t sweep his tongue inside me, he gave me teasing little licks that had my dick stirring, even after that all-consuming orgasm.

“Careful, you’ll get me all worked up,” I grinned against his lips and reached down to squeeze his ass.

“That’s kinda the plan.”

“Mmmm, I like that plan.” I pulled away, keeping my hands on him as I did.

He gave me a quick slap on the ass that made me squeal in a decidedly unmanly way and nodded to the shower. “In.”

I didn’t argue or pause as I pulled open the glass door and stepped into the shower. I usually needed to be the dominant one in my encounters, but there was something so fucking sexy about Galen ordering me around.

The water was warm but not quite hot, and I shivered as he stepped in behind me. When he closed the door we were kind of squished together, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

We stood facing each other so the water hit both of our sides at the same time. As Galen reached around me for my body wash his half-hard cock nudged mine, and I groaned as a jolt of pleasure shot through me and I instantly got rock hard again.

I wanted nothing more than to lean forward, take Galen in my arms and kiss him senseless, but we needed to wash up first.

He popped the top off the body wash and I held out my hand. After he’d squeezed a generous amount in my palm I took the wash from him and put it aside. This was the first time I’d really gotten the chance to explore him, and I wanted to familiarize myself with every ridge and dip of his incredible body.

Galen sighed and moaned as I ran my hands over every part of him that I could reach, except his cock. I could tell he wanted me to take it in my hand and stroke him, but I wanted to feel him first.

“Fuck, Blaze.” He sighed and closed his eyes as I stopped exploring him and focused on spreading the sudsy body wash over his skin. When I was satisfied he was clean I turned him toward the spray so he was standing under it.

As he was washing off the suds I grabbed the body wash and poured a dollop in my hand, but before I could start washing, Galen stopped me and grabbed my wrist. His grin was downright lascivious as he scraped his fingers over my palm, taking the wash from me, and then he was rubbing his hands together to create some bubbles.

I wasn’t used to this kind of intimacy. Fucking was something I knew and was good at. Intimacy was foreign to me, and the way Galen was looking at me as he rubbed his hands over my skin was almost as intimate as the act itself.

I gasped as he brushed his fingers over my nipple rings, then moaned as he began massaging them.

“Did they hurt to get?” he asked huskily as he teased me.

“Not too bad. The clamp was actually the worst part.” I forced my eyes open so I could look into his eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” He looked me up and down.

“So are you.” I swallowed and bit back the wave of emotions that hit me.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He dropped his hands to my waist and pulled me right up against his body. “I never feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like I need more.”

He turned us around so I was under the spray and I ducked my head under the water as I washed off the suds. When my hair was completely wet I used my hands to push it back off my face. I found Galen staring at me, and I couldn’t miss the heat in his eyes.

“Can I wash your hair?”

That request threw me and I paused, then I nodded.

Galen picked up my shampoo and squirted some in his hand. I stepped out of the spray and held my breath as his hands gently began massaging the shampoo into my hair.

“Does that feel good?” he asked softly as my eyes fluttered closed and I sighed.

“Yeah. I love having my hair played with.”

“Good to know. I’ve never washed long hair before.”

I opened my eyes and found him smirking at me.

“No?”

“No. I’ve never taken a shower with anyone,” he admitted.

“Too intimate?” I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

“Yeah.” He nodded and turned me around so he could rinse the shampoo out of my hair.

“I haven’t either, not like this,” I confessed when he was done.

“No?”

“No. I’ve jumped in to clean off while someone else was there, but it wasn’t like this.”

Galen’s eyes focused on my lips and I instinctively moved forward. The kiss was soft and sweet, more a series of gentle pecks, but it rocked something deep in my soul.

I could feel his cock, as hard as mine, pressing against my hip, and I turned so we were lined up.

He gasped as our cocks slid together, and then moaned when I wrapped my hand around both of them, squeezing them together as I stepped even closer to him.

Galen gripped my waist, his fingers digging into me as I began moving my hand, stroking both of us at the same time.

“Fuck,” he hissed, staring down at my hand.

I used my free hand to tip his face up so I could kiss him, and he didn’t protest. I kept kissing him as I brought us higher and higher with my hand, but soon we were both panting and grunting so much all we could do was keep our lips close as we breathed each other in.

“Shit, Blaze.”

“I’m right there with you, baby. Come with me.”

He locked his gaze on mine and nodded.

I pumped my hand faster, squeezing as hard as I dared as my balls tightened and my thighs began to shake. I was so fucking close, but I didn’t want the moment to end.

“Fuck!” Galen shouted in pleasure as his hips snapped forward and he began fucking my fist. I held still, making sure to keep him in my hand as his cock brushed mine with every pass. My free hand held him by the neck, forcing him to keep his head up, and he kept his eyes on me the entire time.

Seconds later his body shuddered as he cried out my name, and the moment I felt his hot seed spill over my dick, I hit my own orgasm with a shout.

Galen pulled me against his body, his arms like iron ropes, as we came down from our releases. My hand was trapped between our bodies, our cocks still in my hand, and I loved feeling them slowly soften.

Galen pressed a line of kisses against my shoulder before pulling back, a sated smile on his lips.

“Good thing we’re still in the shower,” I quipped as I dropped my hand.

“Good thing,” he chuckled and turned me so my front was under the spray. I watched the evidence of our releases wash off my body and disappear down the drain and felt another wave of emotion hit me.

I tried to cover it up as I shifted our bodies so Galen could wash up, and when he turned off the water I pushed open the glass door and grabbed two towels from the towel bar.

We dried off and went back into the main part of my apartment with the towels wrapped around our waists. I expected him to go for his clothes, but he paused and turned to look at me.

“Can I see you again?” he asked, his eyes travelling up my body.

“Yeah.” I grinned and almost sighed in relief. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Great.” He looked at me and then my door. “I have an early meeting tomorrow.”

“I understand. It’s getting late.”

“Text me your schedule for the next few weeks and I’ll send you my calendar.”

“Sounds good.”

I walked him across the small space so he could pull on his discarded clothes, and when he was dressed he leaned in to give me one last kiss.

“I’ll talk to you soon?” I asked, unable to let go of the lingering fear I had.

“Definitely.”

I watched as Galen left the apartment, and when the door closed behind him I scooped up my pajama pants and pulled them on. After locking the door I flopped down on the futon and turned on the TV. I could still smell sex and Galen’s unique scent, and I grinned like an idiot as I settled in to watch a few episodes of Dexter before going to bed.

I had no idea what the fuck was going on or what Galen and I were doing, but I was extremely glad he’d stopped by.

I just hoped things didn’t get weird again.