I had no idea what possessed me to drag Kai into the shower with me, but the thought of seeing him naked, seeing the water run down his perfectly sculpted body, scratched out pretty much every one of my inhibitions. Who wouldn’t want to see that? Besides, it would be a great way to kill two birds with one stone. I could get clean and get dirty all at the same time. Sounded like a package deal to me.

Kai didn’t seem bothered by it either as he lifted my shirt up over my head, paying no mind to anything he saw. I still couldn’t believe he found me attractive, that he wanted to do this with me in the first place, but I also couldn’t help wondering how much of that was because of what Scott had said to me all that time ago.

Because, judging from the way he put his lips on every inch of me he could, Kai did find me attractive. He did see something about me he liked, both outside and inside, and obviously, I liked pretty much everything about him. Sure, he was a little bit of a smartass, a little full of himself, but honestly, that only added to the appeal.

I’d always been a sucker for bad boys with bad attitudes and even badder bodies. It’s part of being southern.

It only took a few moments for us both to be nude, and honestly, I could never have prepared for the sight of him like that. He was perfect, literally perfect. Muscle rippled across every inch of his skin, in places where I didn’t even know it was possible to have muscle, and the blue of his eyes seemed to brighten thanks to the action between us. He was stunning, in every way, the kind of knight in shining armor that us southern queens only ever dream of finding one day.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked with a smirk.

“Are you fucking kiddin’ me? I’m fighting the urge to bust my nut just looking at you,” I said, and he burst out laughing.

“I’m going to have sex with you, Mike, you don’t have to keep kissing my ass,” he said.

“I don’t care, I’ll kiss your ass until the sun comes up, with a song in my heart,” I said.

“Well, I don’t think you want anything to do with that in its current state,” he said and stepped around me to climb into the shower. It was barely big enough for the both of us, but it would do the job. He turned the water on, and I watched and as it splashed against his chest, bouncing off like quarters because he had a springboard of a body.

Was I going to get to have a romp with this guy? I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was like a scene out of some cheap, stupid porno movie, the kind of shit I’d download in garbage quality and watch all alone in the darkness of my apartment—then pretend like I didn’t hate myself for doing it when it was over.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, holding out a hand to me, and I didn’t hesitate to take it. The energy was electric, practically catching me on fire when our hands met, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to wait long enough for us to get cleaned before we got dirty.

Because dear Lord, we were going to get fucking dirty.

“I’m waiting to wake up and realize that this is all some sort of wet dream,” I said, and he chuckled at me.

“I assure you it’s real, but if you don’t believe me, come on in,” he said and pulled me into the shower. The warm water splashed against my back as I fell in, and for a brief moment, our chests collided. I wrapped my arms around his waist, again losing all interest in getting clean before we did anything, and he kissed me. His breath tasted like whiskey and desire, and I got the biggest hard-on I’d had in a long time just from that.

“Do you believe it’s real now?” he asked after we’d parted, staring down at my cock.

“Absolutely,” I said, though I was a little embarrassed at how my hard I’d gotten in such a small amount of time. With a smile, he reached for the soap on the built-in shelf, lathered it in his hands, and ran them over every inch of me. His hands combined with the soap and the hot water were heavenly. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling, concentrated on it so I could savor it.

Using the soap as lube, his hand slipped down to massage my balls. I let out a groan, though I had no idea where it’d come from. The feeling of his muscular hands on my sac made my dick so hard that it hurt. As if he could read me through my body, he took my cock in his palm and started to stroke me, clearly losing interest in any cleaning foreplay—not that I was objecting. It felt incredible, even if it was the same sort of thing that I’d been doing in the shower alone for the last year. Still, something about it was different, this person who was like a Greek God descended to earth, pleasuring me.

I didn’t feel like I deserved it, like I was worthy.

“What the hell did I do to deserve this? I thought you hated me,” I said with my eyes squeezed tight as he continued to stroke me. If he kept it up, I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Hate you? I’ve never hated you, though I have had conflicted feelings about you,” he said as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the side of my neck, sending goosebumps rippling across my entire body. He released my cock and ran his hands over my chest, admiring the way that the hair there gave way to his fingers and the soap.

“Your ex was a fucking fool to leave you,” Kai said and didn’t give me a second to respond before his lips were on mine again. He shoved me against the shower wall, and I won’t lie, there was something hot about being bossed and shoved around by somebody so much smaller than me. If I’d been hard before, it was nothing compared to the diamond cutter of a sword I was wielding now.

“Slow down,” I said, pushing against his shoulders. It wasn’t that I objected to any of it, but it was just moving too fast. I wanted to enjoy this, really savor it, like a good fine whiskey.

“Why?” he asked, stroking my shoulders as he looked into my eyes.

“I don’t want it to be over,” I said, and he smirked at me.

“We’ve got all night and all day. We can go more than once, you know,” he said with a wink, and he scooped my cock up into his hand again, giving it soft strokes, his fingers curling around the head and making me flinch in pleasure.

“Fuck this,” I said, slapping his hand away from me. I grabbed the showerhead and sprayed the soap off both of us and practically dragged him out of the shower back to my bedroom on the other side of the apartment.

“I thought you said you didn’t want it to be over this fast?” he asked, and I smirked at him over my shoulder.

“Yeah, that was until you said we could go more than once. So come on, cowboy, you got yourself a big bear to ride into the sunset,” I said, and his face lit up.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asked.

“No, I’m ordering you,” I said and threw him down on my bed. He bounced a few times, his cock along with him, and I descended on it like it was my last meal. I took him in my mouth, tasting him like he might disappear if I let go, and his moaning and groaning filled the room. He bucked his hips to meet the downward strokes of my mouth, and I gripped his shaft tightly as I sucked, simulating the pleasure I hoped to give him with the rest of my body very soon.

It felt amazing to finally dispel the tension between us, the tension that’d probably been there all along, though neither of us wanted to admit it. It’s amazing the sort of weird things people do when they don’t want to admit their feelings, the way they treat other people because of the way they feel. Now, with Kai’s body splayed out in front of me, his thick, firm cock between my lips, I realized how stupid I’d been.

“Jesus,” he groaned, gripping my shoulders, his fingernails digging into the skin. If anything, it only made it hotter, only made my desire that much stronger. If he would’ve let me, I would’ve taken him over the edge right then and there, swallowed every drop, and come up with a smile.

But that wasn’t in his plans, evidently.

He pulled himself out of my mouth and lifted me by the armpits up off the floor to sling me down on the bed. Again, I won’t lie, it was really hot to be manhandled like that. Usually with the guys that I’d been with it was me who did all the heavy lifting, but I was enjoying the role reversal. I wanted to submit to him, wanted him to take me.

He shoved my legs apart and took my cock in his mouth. Where I expected him to be hungry and desperate, with fast strokes, instead he moved slowly, dragging his tongue up the underside of me and pulling otherworldly sounds out of my mouth at the same time. I’d gotten more than my fair share of blowjobs before, but they’d never felt like this. This wasn’t just a quickie, something designed to get each other off and then go our separate ways. The way he worked at me, the way he looked up in my eyes while he did it, told me everything I needed to know.

This wasn’t going to be a one-night thing, no matter what either of us thought going into it. I was more than okay with that.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as he continued to work at me, his fingers tracing circles along the insides of my thighs, following the crease between my legs down to the tender, sensitive skin between my sac and my hole.

“You like that?” he asked, looking up at me as he took a breath.

“Are you kidding me? It’s the best feeling in the world,” I said.

“Then just wait, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he said and stood up in front of me. His cock stood at attention, gleaming in the moonlight from outside, and I wanted to take it. I started to sit up, to try to give him more oral pleasure, but as I came up, he met me with his hands on my shoulders and shoved me back down on the bed.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, cowboy. I’m in control here,” he said, and goosebumps rippled across my body. I’d never been talked to like that during sex before, but it was working for me.

“Yes, daddy,” I said jokingly to run with the role reversal, but the look that appeared on his face told me that it’d worked for him in a way I hadn’t intended. Okay, I could work with that.

“Do you like being bossed around?” he asked as he sank onto the bed on his knees, shoving my legs further apart. The head of his cock brushed against my hole as he maneuvered himself into position, and I shivered. The idea of that thing being inside me, watching this good-looking man make love to me, was almost overwhelming. It was a damn good thing I wasn’t touching myself at the time, because if I had been, I would’ve busted right then and there.

“You bet your ass I do. You like being in charge of me? Does it make you feel like a man?” I asked. He growled at me, somewhere deep inside of his chest, and descended on me. His lips smashed into mine, his hands gripping my sides and my waist like I might disappear if he didn’t hold on, his cock grinding against my thighs.

“You know what happens if we go through with this, right?” he asked when we broke.

“No, what happens?” I asked.

“You’re mine. No one else’s. Mine,” he said, staring me straight in the eye, and I knew he meant what he said. At that moment, as far as I was concerned, I was already his. I needed him inside me, needed him to feel how badly I needed him.

“There’s a box of condoms and some lube in the bedside table,” I said, not interested in keeping the foreplay going. I wanted the real thing, and I wanted it now. Without another word, he crawled across the bed and fumbled around in the darkness for what he needed. Within a matter of moments, he had a condom on himself and was drizzling his member with lube.

He crawled down onto the floor at the edge of the bed, stroking himself as he did so to make sure everything was nice and ready to go.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, though it was more of a formality than anything else, because he’d already shoved them apart and pushed my knees up to my shoulders. His hot breath grazed across my hole, and it puckered along with the rest of my body. It was too much; the sensations were overwhelming. I wanted him, needed him, wanted to give him the pleasure that I so badly wanted myself.

So when his tongue lapped against my hole, my head flew back and my hands gripped the sheets. It wasn’t that it was particularly pleasurable, it was unexpected, carnal in a way. He looked up at me from between my legs, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight, and with a smile, he took another lick at me.

“I can’t take much more of this,” I grunted as his tongue forced its way through the tight ring of muscle at my hole. It was raunchy, borderline too much for me, but at the same time, it was perfect. I let out a gasp when one of his fingers slipped inside me, all the way down to the base, and my cock oozed.

“But you will take much more than this, so much more,” he said as he slipped his finger slowly out of me, only to push two of them back in a few seconds later, making me jolt. It should’ve hurt, should’ve been something I objected to, but at the moment it was all I ever wanted.

“Let it all out, take out your frustration on me, let me have it,” I said, and he smiled up at me devilishly. “Trust me; I can take it.”

“I know you can, and I know you will,” he said as he rose from the bed, his fingers slipping out from inside me. It’d been a while since I’d been with a man, but I was so tickled, so aroused, that I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to get into the right headspace. Still smiling down at me, he lined himself up with me.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his perfect body illuminated in the light from outside. Again, I had the sweeping feeling that I was about to have relations with an actual God, someone inhuman, someone supernatural, and I couldn’t wait.

“Yes, daddy,” I said again, and once more the hungry look on his face flashed as he began to push inside me. He opened me up, and the stretching sensation was almost too much to bear, so I stroked myself to distract my body’s senses from the overwhelming feeling. He waited for a few moments while I adjusted to the girth of him. He was unlike anything I’d ever taken before, but it didn’t deter me. In fact, it only made me want more, wanted to feel how much he could stretch me.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Perfect,” I said and rocked my hips forward to take in more of him. His eyes fluttered as he slipped about halfway in, and it took everything I had not to let out a groan. It didn’t hurt, in fact, it felt incredible, and I couldn’t wait to get the rest of it in, couldn’t wait to feel his hips slam against mine.

“Deep breaths now, daddy won’t hurt you,” he said, reaching up to stroke my cheek, his thumb fingering at my beard. It was unbelievably hot, making my toes curl. How did he know what I needed? How could he see that I needed to be treated this way, to be dominated?

“Just do it,” I begged and with one final thrust of his hips, he was inside. For a few moments, specks flashed across my vision, and it was difficult to breathe. My erection deflated, but not out of displeasure—quite the opposite. It was too much pleasure, too much sensation for my body to handle.

Kai remained there for what seemed like an eternity, his heavy breathing echoing in my ears, and I felt like I was outside of my own body. It was almost like I’d become one with him, like I was watching our lovemaking from his eyes, feeling his ragged breath as he took it in, feeling the electric sensation in his cock as my warm hole enveloped him.

Then, without warning, he began to pull himself out, slowly and delicately. The gripping sensation was overwhelming, making my eyes roll back in my head, and his hands locked with mine. He held me down on the bed as he continued to remove himself, until only the head was still inside. He froze there for a second, still staring down at me, and when he was sure that I could do it, he began to push back in.

My stomach turned wet from the pre-cum that leaked out of my cock. I couldn’t control it; it was like a river. The sensations, the feeling of him stretching me, the feeling of his hands around my wrists, the way he looked down at me, it was all too much. If he kept going like this, kept giving me what I so desperately needed, I might not have to touch myself at all to get to the finish line.

“Come on, fuck me, daddy,” I gasped. “Fuck me real good.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, reaching down to stroke myself. My cock had swelled from our dirty talk, and I felt my pulse hammering in it as I wrapped my fist around the shaft. He shoved into me, so hard that the whole bed moved, pushing the air out of my lungs and a stream of pre-cum out of my cock.

“Faster,” I said as my stomach contracted and the burn before the eruption began somewhere deep inside me. Wordlessly, he picked up the pace, slamming in and out of me, the skin of his rock hard thighs slapping against mine and filling the room. His heavy breathing filled my ears, mixed with the pounding of my heart, and I felt him swell inside me as he hammered away at my prostate.

A roar built within me, deep down inside, and as it erupted from my mouth my orgasm coursed through my body. My muscles spasmed, clamping down on Kai inside me, and my vision turned white as I came, spraying myself like a fountain.

It must’ve been too much for him too, because moments later he started grunting and his pumps became erratic, short and fast with no rhythm. His eyes squeezed shut, and he held his breath until he couldn’t anymore. He let out a quivering moan and his entire body deflated against mine as he crashed through his release.

When he came to, I smiled up at him, and he smiled back before we both burst out laughing. What the hell was this and how did we let it happen—and what the hell were we gonna do now?

“Good?” he gasped as he carefully slipped out of me and laid down on the bed beside me.

“Amazing,” I said, my eyes closed as I drifted away on the cloud of bliss that’d taken over me. After he’d caught his breath, he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up. I wiped myself off with a random piece of clothing pulled off the floor, and when he came back, I pulled him down onto the bed beside me and snuggled up to him, my chest against his back.

“Are you OK?” he laughed.

“Fucking perfect,” I said and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. “Worn out and sure to be sore as hell in the morning, but otherwise, just peachy,” I continued, and he laughed again.

“Was I too rough?”

“Hell no. I would’ve told you if you had been,” I said. “I needed that. You fucked the bad juju right on outta me.”

“Yeah? That makes two of us,” he said, his heart still racing in his chest. The sun was already shining through the closed blinds. I had no idea what time it was, but we must’ve been at it long enough that the night had already passed.

“I didn’t mean to keep you overnight,” I said.

“I don’t mind,” he said and wound his fingers between mine. “But we should probably try to get some sleep before work.”

“Does that mean I ain’t gettin’ round two?” I asked, and he laughed.

“Oh, trust me, you’ll get your round two,” he said.

I couldn’t wait, but I gave in to my heavy eyelids anyhow because I knew when I woke up he’d be right there waiting, my little enemy, my little Swedish prince charming.