Ever wasn’t wrong, but there was only one place expecting them at a specific time. But Ever didn’t know that. He opened his mouth to find a gentle way to say they could do this later, but then Ever went for his other nipple. It was his weakness and Ever knew it, especially with the tight squeeze of his hand stroking him.
“I know, but you never let me take you anywhere nice,” Arsen reminded him.
Ever’s steely gaze found his. “Are you saying you don’t want me to jerk you off in the shower?” he asked, disgruntled.
Shit. Ever had ended the live thirty minutes early. They had time. “If you ever hear me say no to you giving me any kind of sexual favor, take me to a hospital because I’m clearly unwell,” he teased.
Ever gave him his puppy eyes and pooched lip. “That’s better.”
Arsen groaned, pushing Ever back against the tile, tilting his head up so he could kiss him like he wanted, tongue thrusting between his lips, hoping it was enough of an apology.
For a few moments, they contented themselves with kissing, hands sliding over wet, soapy skin. But soon, Ever was whining into his mouth, rubbing himself against Arsen, trying to get some much-needed friction.
Arsen’s hands slid around Ever’s ass without breaking the kiss, lifting him up. Ever’s arms and legs went around him, and he moaned as their cocks aligned and Arsen thrust against him. “This seems dangerous,” Ever whispered into his mouth.
Arsen grinned, then licked the water from Ever’s chin and jaw. “I thought you liked danger. You said it made you all tingly.”
Ever snorted. “I like zip-lining and when they let me hold that baby tiger at the zoo,” Ever said, breath catching as Arsen picked up the pace. “Breaking my neck because we were rubbing off on each other in the shower is just embarrassing.”
Arsen wheezed out a laugh, even though his muscles were burning. Despite the casual conversation, Arsen was already hurtling towards his orgasm every time their hips met. “Don’t worry, we have your ugly grippy mat.”
Ever looked down at the shower floor, smirking at the daisy mat beneath their feet. “And you said ten dollars was too much for it.”
“Mm,” he said. “I did. I told you you’re smarter than me. I lack your vision.”
After that, they fell silent, just enjoying the feel of each other, the taste of each other, the slick slide of their bodies moving together. But soon, Ever was restless, making frantic little noises against Arsen’s lips.
“Faster. Fuck. I’m already so close. I’ve been wanting you all day,” Ever said, burying his face against Arsen’s neck.
That was news to Arsen. If he’d known that he would have taken an extended lunch break. He braced Ever’s back against the wall, sliding a hand down to slip between his cheeks, rubbing a finger over his hole. Ever moaned long and low. “Yeah, that’s perfect. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Even now, he only swore during sex. And it was still so hot.
Ever reached between them, taking both their cocks in his hand and stroking them with purpose. Fuck. He knew just how to touch him. He always knew just what Arsen needed. “I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” Ever said breathlessly, eyes locked on his hand as it worked them both.
Arsen groaned, his release spilling over Ever’s fist. He continued to work them both until Arsen was wincing. Just when it got to be too much, Ever cried out, his cum mixing with Arsen’s as he shuddered.
After a moment, Arsen gently set Ever on his feet, then moved him to the front of the shower, quickly washing his hair and body. The water was barely lukewarm, which meant they had maybe three minutes before it was an ice bath. They finished just in time.
Arsen wrapped Ever in a towel and then himself. He sat Ever on the counter while he blow dried his hair, then let Ever dry his. This was their sacred routine. Every night, they showered then brushed their teeth and did their skin care. It was silly, but it was something they’d done every night since Ever had held his hair back for him to wash his face.
Dr. Jones said having a routine was important, and it seemed to keep Ever’s nightmares and panic attacks to a minimum. He only had therapy once a month now unless something triggered him, but he seemed past the worst of it.
Arsen still had the occasional nightmare about his father. He was almost positive they would never go away entirely, though some small part of him hoped perhaps his father’s inevitable death might take his bad dreams with him.
But probably not.
“Where do you want to go,besenok?” Arsen asked, already knowing the answer.
Ever fixed him with a look that told him they both knew the answer. “You know where I want to go,” Ever replied, pulling a sweater over his head.
Arsen laughed. “Again?”
Ever flounced onto the bed to put his socks on. “I love it there.”
“Oh, I know,” Arsen teased. “It has your two favorite things. Food and books.”
