He tried rocking back to give Day the hint, but Day squeezed his hip, humming in the negative to stop him. He patted Goldie’s ass cheek, and then removed his cock to replace it with a single slick finger.
It had to be bodywash or shampoo probably, as there was no lube in the shower. Day pushed the very tip of his finger in, rocking it in and out slowly, and he held Goldie’s hip, massaging there gently as if urging him to relax.
Goldie bowed his head, stretching his neck back and forth as he raised his arms up to grab the edge of the shower stall. He breathed in, he breathed out, trying to get his body to remember how to do this.
The stretch was familiar, the burn too, but his desire trumped his discomfort. He kept breathing, arching back as Day pushed in deeper. God, that was nice. To be filled, even this little bit, was amazing. Day’s long finger was sliding more easily now and hitting nerves Goldie had forgotten even existed within his own body.
Day draped himself across Goldie’s back, though he didn’t allow him to take his full weight. He kept pumping his finger, now down to his knuckle, and Day’s hard cock was rubbing against Goldie’s ass cheek. He reached around to grab Goldie’s dick and gave him a tight squeeze, jerking him off in time with his probing finger.
“God, yes,” Goldie moaned. “Come on, baby. Fuckin’ open me up. It’s been too fuckin’ long. Please give it to me. Come on, I can take another. Gimme some more, please. Open my ass the fuck up.”
Day whined, quickly stuffing a second finger inside Goldie’s ass. It was too fast, burned like hell, and Goldie had to pant through the ache. It felt like Day had already shoved his dick in there, and he rocked back weakly to work himself through the stretch.
It was amazing, and Goldie groaned excitedly, looking down to watch Day’s hand pumping his cock. “God, yeah… come on… Oh, God, you’re gonna make me come. Make me come, baby. Please, fuck.”
Day grunted, a needy and desperate sound, and he fucked Goldie’s asshole faster. His hand stroked his cock in the same frantic rhythm, picking up the pace as Goldie whimpered and tensed.
Goldie couldn’t believe he was about to come again, and when he did, he saw a flash of white and stars bursting in front of his eyes. “Yeah, oh. Fuck, there it is. There it is, baby. I’m comin’. Fuck, I’m comin’.” He watched the first shot of come hit the shower wall, and he groaned noisily through the following pulses that splashed over Day’s fingers. “Yeah, baby. Fuck, yes.”
Day gave Goldie’s hole one last thrust before withdrawing, and then the head of his cock was there. Goldie could tell from the rhythmic pants that Day was jerking himself off, teasing himself against Goldie’s slick hole.
Goldie bit his lip, fighting against the urge to tell Day to stick it in and come inside of him. He twitched as Day continued to play with his dick, and he clawed at the top of the shower, trying to be good and not jerk away yet. He whimpered, the pleasure now teetering toward overstimulation, and he sighed in relief when he heard Day come.
Goldie could feel Day’s hot load splashing over his hole, and Day rubbed the head of his pulsing dick there behind Goldie’s balls. He briefly teased at Goldie’s hole, and Goldie thought he was going to slide in for a moment. Day was definitely thinking about it judging by how he lingered, but he pulled away.
Goldie turned around, and Day was right there to grab the sides of his face and drag him into a sweet kiss. Goldie was dizzy from the steam, the heat, and the buzzing aftermath of his climax, and yet it was Day’s lips that made his heart skip over itself.
Yeah, he was totally fucked.
8
GOLDIE
They rinsed off and left the shower, though Day insisted on drying Goldie off from head to toe. He wrapped one of the extra-large towels around Goldie’s waist, applied fresh patches, and then he wanted to brush out Goldie’s long hair. He hummed happily as he did it, and Goldie was content to be pampered a little. He loved having his hair brushed, and it was just another amazing level of pleasure to stack on an already wonderful morning.
Goldie got dressed, relieved it was Saturday and he could throw on another pair of sweats and a T-shirt. He noticed that Day was pulling ratty clothes out of his little backpack, and he offered him one of his T-shirts to wear. It was a Goldilocks Heavyweight Champion shirt, faded and soft, and Day’s face lit up like it was Christmas.
Purrcy was meowing now, and Goldie grumbled, “Ah, time to feed her majesty.”
He left Day to finish getting dressed and headed into the kitchen.
Purrcy was yowling away, and she danced around Goldie’s feet as he walked over to the pantry where he kept her food.
“Yes, my beloved empress,” Goldie soothed. “I am going to feed you, don’t worry. Just give me a second, and I’ll…” He frowned, staring at an empty shelf. “Well, shit.”
Somewhere between being drugged and handcuffed, he’d lost track of how much food he had left for Purrcy.
Purrcy meowed more frantically, and she pawed at Goldie’s ankle.
“Right, so, uh…”
Day was there now, and he tapped Goldie’s shoulder.
Goldie turned around, surprised to find Day was handing him a list.
It was a grocery list, and cat food was at the very top with little stars around it.
“Dear God,” Day said with a cheerful smile, having to speak up to be heard over Purrcy’s angry protests, “my angel and I need to go to the store.”
