It was downright eerie in a way, and he realized he’d never had any partner who wanted to dote on him like this. His few boyfriends over the years had expected him to do the bulk of the romancing, and he never felt like any of them wanted to take care of him like Day did.
It was scratching an itch he didn’t know needed to be scratched, and he really,reallyneeded to have a serious talk with Day about this mission of his. There also needed to be an understanding that there would be no more dispatching sinners or drugging or handcuffs—okay, wait, a strong maybe on the handcuffs, and they needed to get the kind Goldie could actually slip out of.
Wow, he was actually considering this.
Being with Day…
Shit.
Goldie was crazy too.
Day joined him in the shower, sliding his hands over Goldie’s chest and shoulders. His fingers glided over his wet skin, and he stood up on his toes to claim another kiss.
Goldie eagerly kissed him back, sliding his tongue into his mouth with a happy grunt. He was starved for physical affection, and he loved how Day’s hands felt as they caressed his body. It had been ages since someone had just held him, and he hugged Day’s waist to keep him close. He couldn’t shake the sense that this was the start of something special, and he wanted it to be real.
Their start was certainly beyond unconventional, but they could work through it. He could get Day the help that he so clearly needed, and they could continue to explore this unique dynamic.
Goldie was unable to stop thinking about how Day had taken control of him earlier, the way he’d held his hair and completely owned him while driving every inch of his cock down his throat…
Day’s hands descended, sliding over Goldie’s crotch and fondling his half-hard cock.
Hell, when did that happen?
Day chuckled, and he playfully nipped at Goldie’s lip.
“What have you done to me?” Goldie whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like this… I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I don’t want it to stop.” He kissed Day again. “God help me, I don’t want it to ever stop.”
Day nuzzled Goldie’s cheek, and he reached up for the bodywash in the rack hanging on the neck of the shower. Instead of grabbing a washcloth, he squirted the liquid on his hands and put the bottle back up. He rubbed his hands together and set about soaping up Goldie’s neck and down over his pecs. He rubbed his arms, his hands, and moved back to his torso to stroke his stomach and his hips.
Goldie longed for him to touch lower, but Day seemed to be purposefully avoiding his cock. He rubbed his chest to get some of the soap and share with Day, moving his hands over Day’s hips and sides. Soon their bodies were sliding together, and their lips found their way back to one another’s for a sweet kiss.
Desire was simmering between them, as thick as the steam fogging up the air, and Goldie pressed his hips forward. He found Day’s dick was hard again too, and he tilted his body so their cocks could rub together between their bellies. The soap made everything slippery and slick, and he loved the wet slide of their dicks.
Goldie didn’t think he’d messed around like this since he was a teenager, and he loved how easy it was to lose himself with Day. It was a little dangerous to be honest, but right then he didn’t care. He wanted to feel good, to feelwanted, and he was humbled that this stunning and vibrant young man desired him so intensely.
Day found shampoo and then urged Goldie to turn so he could wash his hair. It was heavenly to feel the drag of Day’s nails over his scalp as he lathered up his long locks, and Day having to stand on his toes to help Goldie rinse was pretty adorable. They traded places so Day could wash, and Goldie spent those moments admiring the young man.
He watched the soapy water cascading along the long lines of his lithe form, and he couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke that lovely little dip in the crease of Day’s hip.
Day wiggled as if it tickled, and he laughed. He swatted at Goldie’s hand.
“Sorry.” Goldie grinned. “Found a touchy spot, huh?”
Day wrinkled up his nose.
“Mmm, well. I’ll behave, I swear.” Goldie grabbed his cock, still hard and heavy, and he started to stroke. “Let me just take care of this, and I’ll—”
Day’s eyes widened, and he suddenly lurched forward, grabbing a firm handful of Goldie’s hair. He pulled Goldie in close, pushing his hand off his dick as he whispered heatedly in his ear, “God wants you to know that you will not touch yourself right now. He wants you to turn around for me so I can put my fingers inside of you.”
Goldie’s loins surged with a flash of heat, and his cockthrobbed.
He couldn’t even remember when someone had been inside of him. Maybe when he was still a wrestler and was dating in secret, and that was easily over a decade ago. Even back then, his lovers had always assumed Goldie would want to top based on his physical size and he would have to ask them otherwise.
The mere thought of Day fucking him made his knees weak, and he immediately turned around to offer himself up.
Day hummed, clearly pleased, and he ran his hands over Goldie’s hips and lower back. He rubbed gently, massaging lower until he was palming Goldie’s ass cheeks. He spread them and sighed, a rumbling sound of pleasure that echoed throughout the small bathroom.
Goldie gasped when Day’s cock slid between his cheeks, teasing there against his hole. He didn’t know where Day’s hands were now, and all of his attention was focused on the hot cock probing at his ass. God, he wanted it. He wanted Day to open him up on just his dick and fuck him into the wall.
