Track 32: Side A

Shower Sex Should be an Olympic Sport

 

Jace

“Holy shit, this is your place?” My eyes go wide as I take in the space. The far wall is floor to ceiling windows, bathing the penthouse in afternoon sunlight. The furniture is sparse, and the decorations even more so. The only things on the walls are a few platinum albums and some framed magazine covers with members of the band on them.

“Did you see the Music Insider special edition each of us got? It was a pretty big deal,” Linc says flatly.

“Hey, come here,” I grab his hand and pull him to a stop.

His face is pinched, and his eyes are shuttered in a way that makes me worry. Wyatt warned me that coming back here might be difficult for Linc emotionally, might even be a bit of a setback in his therapy.

“This place makes me itchy,” he admits, shaking his head.

“This place is nothing but walls and glass. It has nothing to do with anything inside you, do you understand?”

He hesitates for a second before nodding. “Is that what Wyatt told you to say if I freaked out?”

“No, it’s the truth, and you need to hear it. I don’t know what’s going to happen with the band, but this place and your friends weren’t responsible for the way you felt. I’m sure they worried about you, Linc.”

He nods again and lets out a long breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry; I’m letting old Linc get in my head and freak me out. Being here doesn’t mean I’m going to go back to who I was or lose you or anything else. This is a nice place, although it could use some of your decorating expertise.”

I snort. “I don’t know if expertise is the word. But I can help you pick out some shit you’ll actually enjoy looking at.” As I speak the words, the meaning sinks in. “You’re going to be living back here?” I do my best to keep my tone even. I’ve been too afraid to ask what the plan would be if the band stayed together. I didn’t want to hear that we’d be spending ten months a year apart or whatever crazy plan would be required to make this work.

“Are you ready to hear my idea about how this will work?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“Shit, I don’t know.” I drag in a breath and look around again, trying to gather the courage to have this conversation. I walk over to the glass doors leading to the balcony, and I look out at the luxury patio furniture, covered in a few inches of snow.

“How about we take a shower together, and then, if you’re ready after that I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking. How does that sound?” he suggests, his warm hands running up and down my arms.

“Okay,” I agree, reaching for his hand and letting him lead me to the bathroom. I gasp when we step into the outrageously large room. The floors are white marble, and I try not to picture it stained with blood. Aside from that horrifying mental image, the room is beautiful. There’s a bathtub big enough for at least four grown men, also white marble, and a shower with spouts coming from three walls.

“Pretty nice, right?”

“Yeah, this is incredible,” I agree as he reaches in and starts the shower.

“It’s the only room in the house I think I like. I guess the bedroom isn’t so bad either.”

“Ick, spare me the mental image of you fucking groupies in here.”

“I told you I wasn’t into groupies. And I’ve never brought anyone back here.”

“Good,” I mutter, and Linc smiles at my jealousy.

 

Linc

My hands glide along Jace’s soap slicked skin. His erection presses into my hip as my hand slips between his plump cheeks, my finger grazing his tight pucker. Jace whimpers and bites down on my shoulder. Hot water sprays us from all sides and cascades down my back, filling the room with a pleasant haze of steam and making it feel like we’re on our own private planet.

Jace trails his lips along my collarbone and over my neck as he grinds his cock against me. My erection brushes his stomach, leaking pre-cum that’s promptly washed away. My balls ache and my cock throbs. I ease the tip of my finger inside his hot hole. Without lube, I can’t fuck him with my fingers the way I want to—contrary to popular belief, water may be wet, but it’s certainly not lubricating—so I content myself with shallow teasing. Jace gasps, and his short nails just barely bite into the flesh on my arms.

“God, I want to fuck you,” I groan, thrusting my erection against him.

“Holy shit, you don’t even want to spend six hours on foreplay first?” he teases, and I smack his ass with my free hand, loving the wet sound of the slap and the way his ass jiggles in response.

“Just for that, I’m going to torture you with endless rimming. We might not even fuck tonight at all, I’ll just lick you for hours.”

Jace’s cock twitches against my hip, and I know he doesn’t hate that idea as much as he might claim.

“Stop teasing and get inside me already.”

“There aren’t any condoms in here,” I warn, waiting for Jace to change his mind or hurry us out of the shower. We got our test results back last week, showing we were both healthy. But I’m not going to push Jace there before he’s ready.

“It’s okay. But that probably means no lube either, right?” he guesses.

“You would be correct. But there is shampoo, that should work.”

“That would burn like hell,” he argues.

“Uh,” I look around for anything else. I notice a small bottle of conditioner that looks like I brought it home from a hotel at some point. “Conditioner?”

“Yeah, conditioner has a higher pH than shampoo, so it doesn’t burn,” Jace agrees.

“How many different items do you know the pH on in order to determine if they’d be a comfortable lube?” I question with a laugh.

“It was a personal research project I did in college,” he defends with a smirk.

“Good to know.” I grab the conditioner and then pin Jace against the wall, sealing my lips over his in a hungry kiss.

I uncap the conditioner and pour some onto my fingers before dropping the bottle and letting it roll away. With my clean hand, I stroke Jace’s silky cock, tugging him slowly until he’s bucking his hips and pleading again. I kick his legs wider apart and reach around with my slicked fingers to find his hole. I tease around his entrance, smearing the conditioner and coaxing him open. When I finally push a finger inside, Jace keens, and his cock swells in my hand. I stop stroking and squeeze his base to stop his orgasm.

“Dammit, Linc, you’re so fucking mean,” he complains.

“You love me,” I tease.

Jace opens his mouth, no doubt to make a scathing retort, but it turns into a moan when I slip a second finger inside. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he grinds himself onto my fingers, riding them with abandon.

“Please, Linc,” he pants.

I ease my fingers out and then grip both of Jace’s hips to lift him up. His arms wrap around my neck and his legs around my waist, putting my straining cock in the perfect position, resting against his slick hole.

Jace’s head falls back, his lips parting on a silent moan as he wiggles down onto my cock, slowly easing me inside.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I gasp against the wet skin on his throat.

Jace’s mouth finds mine again, and his tongue slips between my lips, filling my mouth with the taste of him and making my cock throb inside his tight channel.

My eyelids threaten to fall shut as heat snakes through my veins, settling in the pit of my stomach. But I don’t want to miss a second of the scrunch of Jace’s eyebrows like he can’t figure out how anything can feel this good.

His head falls back again, and his moans echo through the bathroom. His eyes drift open, and the heat of his gaze grips me.

“Tell me,” I whisper desperately, moving inside him faster, gripping his hips harder as I fuck him.

“I love you,” he gasps, and pleasure rumbles in my chest.

I bury myself deeper, and he reaches between us to jerk his cock in time with my thrusts.

The sound of our slapping skin and raspy moans fill the bathroom the same way the steam does, blanketing us.

Jace tenses in my arms, his breaths fast and shallow. My eyes are glued to his shaft, swelling visibly in his hand. When the first spurt of cum hits his stomach, my knees nearly buckle as my heavy balls draw up tight. I can feel the next pulse in his ass, constricting around me and tearing the orgasm from my balls. I groan deeply as I pump my cum inside him, wanting to imagine it marking him in some way.

My legs are shaky as I set him down, and he sags against me.

“Holy shit that was hot,” Jace breathes, as I rinse the remains of our releases off of us.

I shut off the water and lead him out of the massive shower.

I can’t keep my lips and hands off Jace as I back him soaking wet out of the bathroom, my mind set on getting him into bed for round two.

The sound of a deep voice clearing makes me jump, grabbing Jace and tugging him behind me to block him from view.

“Archer, what the hell?” I gripe, not bothering to hide my nudity. Archer’s seen me naked and much worse more times than I’d like to count.

“Sorry, I’m a little early. I didn’t realize you’d have…company. You want to get dressed or are you going to make me stare at your dick all night?”

“Excuse the hell out of me for being naked in my own place,” I grumble before spinning around and leading Jace to my bedroom.

“That’s Archer?” Jace asks as we dress.

“The one and only.”

“He seemed pretty familiar with seeing you naked,” he says in a snippy tone, and I smirk.

“We haven’t fooled around if that’s what you’re worried about. He’s like my big brother.”

His shoulders relax and he gives me an apologetic smile. “I guess it’s time to talk to him about everything. Do you want me to stay in here?”

“What? Of course not. These decisions involve you. I was hoping we’d have a chance to talk before this chat with Archer, but I need you to trust me when I tell you I have a plan for how this will work. Okay?”

Jace bites down on his bottom lip and nods.

“I love you, Freckles. You mean more to me than any of this, understand?”

He nods again, and then presses a lingering kiss to my lips. “Love you too, Linc. Let’s get this chat over with, then we can have our talk.”

We walk into the living room fully dressed this time and find Archer sitting on the couch, texting with a funny smile I’ve never seen him wear before.

“You got a boyfriend now or something?” I tease.

“What?” he asks, dropping his phone and plastering on an innocent expression.

“That little smile you had on there. Did you get back together with your ex or what?”

A shade of pink creeps onto Archer’s cheeks that I’ve never seen there before. “That’s not the topic of this conversation,” he deflects.

“What is the topic of this conversation then?” I ask, sitting down in the chair next to the couch and tugging Jace down onto my lap.

Archer watches us for several beats, his eyes curious and calculating. “This is serious?” He gestures between Jace and me.

“As a heart attack,” I confirm.

For a second, he looks startled, either by my answer or by the smile spreading across my lips, it could be either.

“You’re happy.” It’s not a question, but I nod anyway. “Where does this leave the band?”

“This decision is up to more than just me,” I point out. “But, if the rest of the guys are still on board, I’m up for making this work. There will need to be some changes that you’ll need to get cleared with the label though before we sign the contract for the next album.”

“And these changes would be?”

“Things I need to discuss with the others to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“Understood.” Archer nods, and I can see relief in his eyes. “The other thing I wanted to bring up is getting out in front of your diagnosis with the press. I think it would be good for your image to give an exclusive interview to discuss your diagnosis, maybe talk about your new relationship with Jace. You can really play up the ‘I’m getting better’ angle,” Archer suggests. “If you’re not comfortable going public with it, that’s up to you. But you know how vicious they can be. Sooner or later, this will come out.”

I sigh and glance at Jace. “You okay with me talking about you on national television?”

Jace tilts his head against my shoulder and nods. “Do what you need to do. We’re good, Linc, no matter what.”

I kiss the side of his head, and then nod at Archer to let him know he can go ahead and set up whatever circus he thinks is best.

“Fantastic. I’ll get something scheduled, and I’ll set up a band meeting so you all can discuss moving forward. Until then, I’ll let you get back to…well, you know.”

“Thanks, man.” I offer him my hand without getting up.

“I’m glad to see you doing well, Lincoln. I’ve been worried about you for a long time.”

“I know.”

“And you,” Archer looks at Jace. “It looks like you’re taking good care of him. Thank you for that.”

“No thanks needed.”

Archer nods again and leaves, the door clicking shut behind him.

“What are these changes that will make everything work?” Jace asks, resting his head on my shoulder as we cuddle in the chair.

“I’ll stay here when we’re recording an album, the rest of the year I’ll be living in Seattle. Our tour schedule will have to be scaled back, and no more eighteen-month long tours. They can schedule shorter tours or long breaks in the middle of tours so I can come home to you. Obviously, there will be times when we have to be apart, but this way it’ll never be long before I’m coming home to you. Does that sound like it’ll work?”

Jace nods against my shoulder and lets out a contented sigh.

“Do you think the label will agree to it?” he asks.

“If they don’t, I’ll walk. I meant what I said in the bedroom, Freckles. You are my top priority.”

“I don’t want you to give up your dream, Linc.”

“I’ve lived my dream.” I point at the records hanging on the wall. “In a lot of ways, being in Downward Spiral has been a dream come true. But if staying in means giving you up, that’s not an option anymore. For what it’s worth, we make them enough money that I think they’ll give us whatever we want. I just need to get the other guys behind me on this.”

“Maybe I could come on tour with you sometime. Just a short one, during my summer break or something.”

“That would be fun,” I agree. “From now on it’s you and me against the world, just like it was always meant to be.”