Miles grits his teeth and nods, knocking their foreheads together. Calvin strokes his cock slowly, grips it at the base and pumps it, and Miles curses under his breath. It feels so good, and he plants a hand on the tile behind Calvin’s head for balance. Calvin’s other hand is on Miles’s hip, gripping tightly and steadying him. “Didn’t think you’d be so quiet.”
Miles grins. He’s thought of this, huh? “Didn’t think you’d talk so much.”
He reaches between them as well. Miles puts hishand around Calvin’s cock and listens to how his breath hitches. He might lose his balance, so Miles gently crowds Calvin against the wall, pressing his back against the cool tile.
This is good, too. The water isn’t falling above their heads, instead it falls against Miles’s back, and he can get a better view of him this way. He can watch the way his eyes flicker shut when he tightens his grip around the base of his dick.
When he strokes harder, faster, Calvin’s mouth parts. He’s making all these soft sounds. Miles memorizes each of his expressions, finds out how fast and hard he likes to be held, and hears his sharp inhale when Miles sucks his neck.
“Good?” Miles asks.
“Yes.” Calvin’s voice is shaky.
“What have you thought about?”
Calvin’s eyes snap to his, bewildered.“What?”
“What have you thought about?” Miles asks again, running a tongue against Calvin’s lower lip and then nibbling on it. “Because I’ve definitely thought of you—like this. All naked and wet in my hands.”
“Fuck…”
He puts his hand in Calvin’s hair, grips it tightly and guides him into another mind-numbing kiss. Then he kisses the spot below Calvin’s ear, then his collarbone, and brushes his lips down his sternum. “Tried really, really hard not to. Did everything to distract myself, but you drive me insane, with your stupidly cute glasses and tattoos. And your voice. God, yourvoice.Always wondered what you’d sound like saying my name when you came.”
“So, now you’re talkative again?” Despite his complaint, his cock twitches in Miles’s hand.
“Tell me what you’ve thought about.” He stops stroking him to make a point, and Calvin makes a disgruntled noise and weakly thrusts into his hand.
Calvin looks as if he’s in distress, glaring at him, and his mouth parted. “Move your hand,” he demands.
Fine, he doesn’t want to share—Miles gives him a wide grin and kisses him instead. He pushes him against the wet tile and flicks a thumb over the head of his dick, earning him a whimper.
Calvin’s coming undone, and he’s sure he’s not any better. Their cocks are hard and wet, trapped between them, and they’ve got their hands on each other. They match each other’s pace, and Miles curses under his breath as the warmth pools in his gut.
“Going to come,” Calvin exhales.
Miles nods, picks up the pace further. He rubs the tip of Calvin’s cock with his thumb, squeezes his dick, and strokes him faster and tighter. It’s difficult with Calvin doing the same for him. It’s hard to concentrate, his hands moving more erratically as his legs shake.
Calvin’s mouth goes slack underneath Miles’s. His head tips back, and he gasps as he comes all over their hands. Miles works him through it, continuing to stroke him until Calvin’s a writhing mess. Suddenly, Calvin grasps his wrist, makes a sound that suspiciously sounds like a whine, and Miles finally lets go.
His cheeks flushed red, Calvin puts a hand in Miles’s hair and tugs him in for a kiss. The way he was stroking Miles had slowed down when he came, and he mutters an apology in Miles’s lips and picksup the pace again. Miles gasps, and he puts both his hands on the wall now, caging Calvin in. Groaning, Miles tells him he’s already there; he’s so close.
Calvin squeezes his dick, kisses him hard and pulls at his hair. Miles comes with a loud gasp.
He comes down from his high slowly. Miles closes his eyes and pants, and Calvin kisses him once on the temple before letting go of him. Calvin’s incredible, and he can’t believe this actually happened. His heart feels as if it’s ready to give up on him, and his mind is going in so many directions.
Calvin cleans them both off. He washes the suds and sticky cum off them, and runs his hand through Miles’s hair once to make sure it’s completely rinsed. Miles is still out of it. It’s unfair how Calvin has so easily recomposed himself.
They both laugh as they struggle to get out of the too-small shower, and they towel themselves dry. Miles stares too long at the ink on Calvin’s hipbone, pouting when he pulls on his clothes. Miles grabs his clothes from his bag as well, and when he’s put them on, he hears a soft sound behind him. Turning around, he sees that Calvin’s plopped down on his bed and has a dazed and sleepy expression.
Oh, so Calvin’s the type to pass out after sex. Interesting.
“You can stay.” Calvin points at the empty space on the mattress beside him—and there’s no universe out there where Miles wouldn’t take him up on that offer. He lunges at the bed and buries his face in Calvin’s pillow. It smells nice. It smells like him.
“Your friends are going to want to go soon,” Miles reminds him.
“I don’t want to.”
He peeks at Calvin, whose eyes are already closed, and Miles wants to reach and brush the hair out of his eyes. So he does. Calvin makes a soft sound.
