Chapter Four
Bryan rolled out of bed at ten forty-five and basically crawled to the shower, where he set the water temperature cool enough to shock him awake. Insane. He never slept so much. Of course, he’d never come so much, either, so whatever.
Deke was something else. Sexy, sexual, the biggest stud Bryan had ever known. And as much as he’d already come, Bryan wanted to go back in there and do it all over again. His body ached in strange, new ways, but he couldn’t complain because if he examined it too closely, he knew he liked it.
He’d never craved sex like this. Never. And he definitely hadn’t enjoyed bottoming before last night. He didn’t know if that was residual guilt from hearing over and over how sodomy was a sin or if the guy hadn’t been good at it like Deke was, or what. But it sure was different now.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. “Hey, baby, I have to use the facilities.”
“Come on.” He turned so he couldn’t see, soaping himself up, scrubbing his pubes, his balls.
Deke did his business, then came and leaned against the glass wall of the shower. “All that water looks amazing.”
“There’s room for you.” He was in a sharing mood, so despite his blush, the offer was genuine.
“I was hoping you’d ask me to join you.” Deke slid the glass to the side and stepped in with him, the shower suddenly seeming much smaller.
“You want the soap?” God, he couldn’t quite breathe.
“I was thinking you could soap me up.” Deke stretched up, touching the ceiling, giving him the best view imaginable of all that flesh.
His mouth went dry, but he didn’t even hesitate, his fingers wanting to touch, to trace each line of muscle. God, he’d never seen a man that was so well waxed. Deke hummed at his first touch, muscles all rippling and flexing for him.
“You’re something else.” He lathered up the flat belly, the heavy cock, the low-hanging balls.
“Something good, I hope.” Deke’s hands landed on his shoulders as he bent to his task.
“Yes. Something sexual and sensual and erotic as fuck.” What was he? A poet? He was not Mr. Sexy Talk during sex.
Deke looked pleased by his words, though, preening for him.
He found himself on his knees, washing Deke’s legs. Deke spread a little wider for him, the heavy balls right there by his face. He wasn’t going to lick. They had things to do. They had to eat. They were going to ride out to the beach. And he wasn’t a slut.
He turned to clean Deke’s other leg, his cheek brushing against Deke’s hard cock, making the man groan softly. The scent of Deke hit him like a drug.
“Bryan...”
He had no idea if Deke wanted him to suck or wanted him to hold off so they could get going already. So it was entirely up to him.
He licked once at the tip of the thick, fat prick that had stretched him so wide. Deke groaned again, one hand dropping into his hair.
Oh, that was totally a don’t hold back. He kissed the tip again, a low, happy sigh sounding. Deke spread his legs slightly wider, giving him better access to more. He licked a line along Deke’s shaft, flicking along the heavy ridge of the tip.
“Damn, so good.” Deke ran his fingers through Bryan’s hair and he could feel them opening and closing like Deke was trying not to grab and tug.
He licked again, gathering the salt on his tongue. Deke had a nice, solid cock. And Deke not only felt good, he smelled and tasted good, too.
Deke’s groan seemed to echo against the tile and it settled in his balls, warmed his belly. He nudged Deke’s balls, playing, pushing a little. Deke made him feel brave.
“Mmm. I love your confidence. Love how it feels.”
He grinned, his lips stretching, sliding over the sweet cock. Deke’s praise felt amazing.
“Oh God, yes. Please.”
It felt good, making Deke be the one to beg.
He opened wider and took Deke in, tongue sliding over heavy veins. Groaning, Deke’s fingers curled tighter into his hair and he slapped his other hand against the tile. It made him feel like a million bucks, like a hero, like a sex god.
“Don’t fucking stop.” Deke’s voice shot out, rang through the shower.
The command made him moan, and he took Deke in deeper, swallowing around the heavy flesh, pleased at how much better he was managing it this time. Deke babbled at him, and he had to cheer. Incoherence. Go him. He was on a fucking roll. He pushed deep, swallowing hard.
“Yes! Yes!” Deke rocked, pushing into his mouth, that thick cock moving on his tongue.
Then Deke cupped the back of his head, encouraging him to take more. He sure as hell wanted to try, so he opened up, letting Deke’s cock into the back of his throat, deeper, and he swallowed, over and over.
“Bryan!” Deke shouted his name and came, spunk pouring down his throat. The man tasted like magic, sweet and salty.
Deke kept moving, slowly pushing in and pulling out, sweet moans filling the air, and he kept the suction going, easing up on the sensitive flesh.
“You’re keeping me hard,” Deke noted.
Like that was a bad thing. The thought was shocking, but he didn’t try to refute it.
“Gonna have to do you up against the tile, the water falling all down around us.”
He groaned, his tongue slapping Deke’s shaft.
“Fuck, yes.” Deke groaned, hips moving a little, the thick prick gliding on his tongue. He tightened a little, giving Deke more pressure, more suction. That earned him another noise. “Cockhound. Sweet fucking cockhound.”
His cheeks heated at the words, and he reached down, jacking himself with hard, sure strokes.
“No, don’t do that. Come on up here and let me take care of you.” Deke tugged at his arm.
He pushed himself up, begging for a touch, a kiss. Deke gave it to him, lips slamming up against his, tongue pushing into his mouth. His ass hit the tile with a smack, the world spinning around him. Deke’s hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing him as Deke began stroking him roughly. That felt heavenly, sharp and deep and right.
“God, you’re pretty.” The touches continued, dragging over his flesh.
“Handsome,” he countered.
“A stud and pretty as fuck.”
“Studly and handsome.” He rubbed their noses together.
That earned him a laugh. “I think you’re a pretty stud, baby.”
“I’ll take it, I guess.”
“It’s a compliment. I swear.” Deke nipped at his lower lip, hand still working, drawing along his flesh.
“More. Please, huh? Just a little bit more.” He was so close and Deke’s hand felt like heaven around him.
“I know what you need.” Deke rubbed his thumb back and forth across Bryan’s cockhead, the press good and hard without being too much.
“Uhn.” That was the best he had.
Deke looked pleased by it, though, and those big fingers pinched his cockhead. That was a hell of a sting, and he went up on tiptoe, his eyes rolling up in his head.
“That’s it. One more time, huh?” Deke pinched again, harder this time, letting it linger.
“Fuck yes.” His head slammed back and he shot, his whole soul ringing with it.
Deke’s mouth closed over his, the kiss stealing what was left of his breath.
Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.