Alfie
Alfie woke up beside a still-sleeping Malachi. He tried to gently extricate himself from the little spoon position he was in, but Malachi’s arms tightened around him.
He couldn’t help thinking of last night and how Malachi had given him the best orgasm of his life. Rupert never ever gave him a blow job, Alfie was always the one giving…
He shifted and felt Malachi’s hard cock in the crease of his ass, and his hole clenched just imagining Chi’s thick cock pushing into him.
Alfie’s mouth watered. He wanted to taste Malachi, too, but he needed to brush his teeth before he kissed Malachi. He shifted again trying to get himself out of Chi’s arms without waking him up, but he wasn’t quite successful.
Malachi’s arms around his waist pulled him even closer—if that was possible.
“Stay, love.” Malachi nuzzled the back of his neck, “I really love this moment right now.”
Alfie grinned and managed to slide out of Malachi’s arms.
“Babe,” Malachi sat up, “come back.”
Alfie stood between the bathroom and the bedroom and smiled at Malachi. “Give me a second.”
He ducked into the bathroom and looked around, but the toiletries they’d bought from Superdrug were still in the room.
Alfie was about to leave the bathroom, but then he felt Malachi’s presence. He glanced up into the mirror and was greeted by a shirtless Malachi.
He traced Chi’s chest with his eyes, and Alfie licked his lips, trying not to drool. Muscles rippled with every move under the light of the bathroom. His chest had a light dusting of dark hair that thinned and disappeared under boxers riding low on his hips. Alfie’s cock twitched and grew even harder at the sight.
Malachi stepped closer, invading Alfie’s space. He stood behind Alfie and held his eyes in the mirror as he whispered in his ear, “How about we conserve water and get in the shower together?”
Alfie licked his lips—his dick was leaking so much precum—and that was when he realised he was still completely nude.
Alfie nodded and leaned back into Chi.
“Conserve water,” he repeated. “For the environment.”
“Of course.” Malachi’s eyes twinkled, a knowing smile on his face.
Malachi finally stepped back and pushed his boxers down over his hard cock which slapped back up against his washboard stomach.
Alfie looked his fill until he had to empty his bladder; he didn’t even ask Malachi to leave because he felt no self-consciousness whatsoever. When Alfie was done, he stepped into the shower and turned it on.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Malachi questioned, as he stepped in behind him about a minute later.
“Never been better.” Alfie let out a contented sigh.
Malachi reached around him and put the shower on a lower setting.
The next thing he knew, Alfie felt his back being lathered, and he sighed, letting himself be pampered.
Malachi washed him until he stopped at the curve of his ass, like he was asking permission.
Alfie glanced behind him and held Chi’s gaze, then nodded.
Malachi washed his ass cheeks, and Alfie spread his legs, giving him more access. He heard Chi’s breath catch, then he slowly washed Alfie, allowing his fingers to linger a bit longer than necessary between his crack.
“Are you okay, love?” Malachi asked, his voice thick.
Alfie simply nodded and hoped Malachi saw him. He was better than he’d ever been. Alfie realised he was probably in love with Malachi, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to say it.
Malachi finally stopped, and Alfie turned to face him. Before he could grab the body puff from Malachi, he began lathering Alfie’s front, their eyes firmly locked.
