“Good.”
He turns around and I wrap my arms around him again. His skin is hot and slippery, and all I want to do is lick every droplet of water off of him until the shower runs cold. He said he’s too sore for more sex this morning though, so I just let myself enjoy the feeling of my cock against his lower back and kiss his shoulder while he reaches for the shampoo.
“Can I ask you something?” Percy asks, handing me the shampoo bottle over his shoulder.
“Of course.” I pour some into my palm, then hand the bottle back and start working the suds into his wet hair.
“What are we?” His voice is soft and hesitant. “And I don’t mean that in a ‘define the relationship’ kind of way. Or… I mean… I guess I do, but no pressure at all. I don’t think you’re my boyfriend or anything just because we fucked. But you’re so sweet, and I think it would be really easy for me to get the wrong idea.”
“Rocky,” I say to stop his nervous rambling, and swallow down a laugh, “I’d say we’re seeing each other. Hopefully exclusively, because having two brothers who constantly broke all my shit growing up made me really fucking bad at sharing.” I nip the back of his shoulder, and he shivers.
“Exclusive works for me.”
“Good.” I nudge him to turn around so he can rinse his hair. While he’s doing that, I fill my hands with more soap and start working on his body, creating suds as I run my hands gently over all of his lean muscles.
Percy sways into me and I wrap my arms around him so I can get his backside, sliding my hands down and gently slipping my soapy fingers between his cheeks. He hisses.
“Are you okay? Did I really hurt you that much last night?” I figured letting him be on top and set the pace would be the best way to go since he hadn’t done it before, but maybe I should have made him go slower.
I can feel a smile stretch across his lips against my shoulder, and he shakes his head.
“I’m sore, but you’re making me horny again.”
My cock twitches and I groan. “How about soapy handjobs?”
“God, you’re smart.” He kisses my shoulder and then reaches to fill his own hand with soap.
He slips his tongue between my lips and wraps his hand around my cock. With a heavy veil of steam filling the bathroom and our moans muffled by the sound of the water and the tangle of our tongues, we stroke each other, grinding our wet bodies together and laughing against each other’s mouths.
“I really like you, Butch,” Percy says with a shuddering gasp, jerking his hips and stroking me faster.
I let out a strangled sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a moan, turning him to back him up against the wall.
“I really like you too,” I grunt, kissing him deeper again, licking into his mouth because I can’t fucking get enough of him. I wish I had a dozen more hands so I could touch him everywhere at once.
My orgasm barrels into me unexpectedly fast. I fuck his fist and growl against his lips, bracing one hand against the slippery tile wall and stroking him wildly with the other. Just as my ballsdraw up tight and my body tenses, he bites down on my bottom lip and his cock starts to twitch and pulse in my hand.
“Yeah, baby, come for me,” I groan against his lips, my toes curling and my cock exploding as he shudders and gasps with pleasure. Ropes of my cum splatter over his belly and paint his cock, washing away quickly with the soap that’s all over us and the water raining down between us.
Our kisses turn lazier and my body sags, riding out the last few aftershocks of our orgasms.
“Hit the gym after this?” I suggest breathlessly, just to tease him.
“Fuck you,” he pants, and I chuckle.
“Alright, alright, one hour to catch your breath andthenwe hit the gym.”
He gives me a scathing look, and I cackle. Then, he reaches for the soap one more time and we finish cleaning each other up.
Ten out of ten, best morning-after I’ve ever had. Best shower I’ve ever had too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
BUTCH
I pullmy phone out of my pocket to double-check the info I got from Juno. We exchanged numbers when they let me in to surprise Percy last week, and we’ve been texting here and there. They’re cool as hell, honestly, and I can see why they’re Percy’s best friend. Plus, it never hurts to get in good with the bestie.
I’m in the right building, and when I look up again, I see that the room I want is just up ahead. I’m a little early. According to the schedule Juno gave me, Percy should be wrapping up a lecture in just a few minutes. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to peek inside and steal a bit of knowledge, but I go for it anyway. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Campus security kicks me out for bringing my boyfriend coffee? I think I can risk it.
