Wright nodded and dropped his arms. Xander held out his hand and waited for Wright to take it so he could pull him under the spray of water. He turned him around and started massaging his fingers through his hair. “Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”
“Mhmm.” Wright didn’t say anything else and Xander got to work on washing his hair. He bought his own shampoo and soap. It was a coconut and vanilla scent, as was the same brand body wash he bought. He turned them around to rinse his hair and then repeated the process with the conditioner. “Feels good. I haven’t had anyone play with my hair before.”
“Any time,” Xander said. He smiled behind Wright, grateful that he was letting him do this. While the conditioner was setting in his hair, he grabbed the washcloth and poured a good amount of soap onto it. “I’m going to wash your body. If you’re hurting or don’t want me to touch anywhere, let me know.”
Wright nodded and Xander brushed the cloth against his good shoulder first. The cut on the back of his shoulder was healed. Just a small scab left that would only need another few days to heal. Xander was careful to change his dressings and keep everything clean over the week. The stitches on his face were dissolvable and should clear up by next week. He moved the cloth from one shoulder to the other, then down his back. He was careful around his injuries, using just his hand instead of the cloth. He kept his breathing even, but being this close to Wright had his blood pooling to the last place he wanted it. He didn’t want Wright to think he wanted something more.
“Can you turn around for me?” Xander asked when he reached the briefs. They were soaked, clinging to his skin, and leaving very little to the imagination. His ass filled out the fabric nicely. It was hard not to notice.
Wright turned around slowly. They adjusted themselves so the water was hitting Wright’s back and rinsing the suds away. Xander started the same trail again. He used his fingertips to rub his own face cleanser onto Wright’s nose and cheeks. He moved down to his shoulders, then his chest. He was careful around his ribs, knowing the cracks were toward the front. “Ow.”
Xander stopped immediately and looked up at Wright’s face. He’d been about to kneel down to clean his legs. “What’s up?”
“No, it’s fine. I just… um. I pinched my own skin a bit too hard.”
“Why would you do that?” Xander looked down to see Wright’s hand was pressed against his outer thigh. He moved his hand and saw a small red patch on his skin. “Are you not hurting enough as it is?”
Wright looked down between them. Just like his ass, the wet fabric left nothing to the imagination again. The outline was obvious, tenting the briefs. Xander looked back up at him and smiled. “It’s okay, gorgeous. It’s natural. You don’t have to pinch yourself over it.”
“I’m embarrassed.” Wright looked up at Xander, his one good eye wide and serious. “I mean, I’ve only known you a week and you’re just trying to help me. I just- I haven’t had this type of attention on me and I don’t want you to think I’m weird or something.”
“I would never think that,” Xander said. He decided to bite the bullet and get this conversation over. They’d been skirting around it all week, whether either of them wanted to admit it or not. “Wright, I know you haven’t exactly been looking down for the last few minutes, but I’m struggling with the same thing. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you or coerce you into something you don’t want. But it is natural. Gorgeous isn’t just a name I call you because you like it.”
“It wouldn’t be taking advantage of me,” Wright said a little too quickly. “I mean, I know I’m not experienced, but I wouldn’t object to it.”
“Turn around and let me rinse this out of your hair.” Xander smiled at Wright and guided him to stand with his back to Xander’s front. He started massaging his scalp again, making sure his hair was clear before moving down to rinse the sudsoff his body. His hands snaked around Wright’s body, brushing gently up and down his skin as the water rinsed the conditioner and soap away. Xander stepped closer to him, his front pressing against Wright. He pressed his hips forward, his hard cock pressing against his lower back. He didn’t sustain any bone bruising or internal injury from where his dad kicked him. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? When you’re healed up. I’m not doing anything while you’re still hurting.”
Wright whimpered, a soft sound that escaped without his knowledge. His head was resting against Xander’s chest. His right hand was pressed against the front of his boxers. “It’s frustrating,” he said. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’m dominantly left-handed, you know that. That goes for everything I’m used to doing with my left hand.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant. And he understood it. It seemed like a simple task, but Xander always used his dominant hand when he jacked off too. Using his other was fine, but it wasn’t as good. Xander sighed, knowing that Wright was pushing him but going along with it. He bent down to press his lips against the shell of Wright’s ear, his hands sliding down his stomach. “And have you tried to use your right hand? How did it go?”
“I haven’t.” Wright’s voice hitched as Xander’s finger dipped just below the waistband of his boxers and then disappeared altogether. “Please.”
The single word was filled with begging, dragged out slightly with a breathy sigh. Xander nuzzled his nose against his neck. “Can I?”
Wright’s hand moved quickly to pull the waistband of his boxers down just enough to pull himself out of the fabric. Xander was tall enough that he could look over his shoulder. He smiled, noting how eager Wright was for this. A small voice in the back of his mind was telling him that he was takingadvantage of him, that he shouldn’t be doing this while he was still hurt. But Wright’s hand moved to his wrist and wrapped his fingers around it. He guided his hand to his dick.
“Please, Xander.” Wright let his hand go. The boxers were pressed tight against him, his cock standing straight up against his stomach. He wasn’t big, maybe five inches. He was right when he joked last week about being average. It didn’t matter to Xander as he wrapped his fingers around him and started stroking slowly. Wright’s whole body shook at the first touch. “That feels amazing.”
Xander moved his hand, using just his fingertips to stroke him. His fingers trailed the vein, up and down, pressing his thumb against his slit. Wright shivered against Xander’s body. His breathing was picking up. Xander kissed his neck as he brushed his fingers down again, dipping into his boxers to cup his balls. Wright’s hands were squeezing Xander’s thighs. He could see him shaking.
“Xander. I’m so close.” He sounded out of breath but also like he was gritting his teeth.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Xander was genuinely concerned about that. He could see Wright breathing heavily and he wanted to make sure it wasn’t because of pain. He kissed his shoulder when Wright shook his head. Xander watched over his shoulder and sped up his movements. He alternated between jacking him off and cupping his balls. He was letting out small noises that went straight to Xander’s own length and leaking precum. He swiped his finger over the head again, collecting it and using it to make his glide easier. The water was starting to run cold; they only had a few minutes left. “Come for me, gorgeous. Let me see how pretty you look when you do.”
Wright’s whole body stiffened and he let out a high-pitched moan as he let his orgasm take over after a few more strokes. He shot up, hitting his chest. Xander was surprised at that; hewasn’t expecting him to shoot that far. A second spurt landed on Xander’s hand, washed away almost immediately by the water. He stroked him a few more times until Wright’s moan turned to a whimper when he grew sensitive.
“Oh my god,” Wright said. He turned his head to look at Xander. A smile was on his face, his good eye closer to Xander. He smiled back and kissed his temple. “That was so much better.”
“You’re telling me,” Xander said. He stepped back and looked down at himself. He was still hard, but the water was getting cold now. He’d deal with it later. He reached around and turned off the shower. Neither of them moved to get out of the shower. “I wasn’t expecting quite a show.”
Wright’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink. The water had washed away the evidence, but Xander traced his finger over his chest, enjoying the embarrassment on Wright’s face for a moment. He had nothing to worry about; Xander found it impressive. “I’ve always been a bit of a shooter. When I, uh, started doing it and I got a phone, I looked it up to see if it was normal. I found a few videos and articles, but nothing that was consistent.”
“You do that every time?” Xander was impressed. He knew it probably had to do with being young, but even at his age, Xander would typically only hit above his stomach. He refrained from saying what he was thinking; how he wanted to test that theory.
“Is that not normal?” Wright seemed genuinely concerned.
“I don’t have experience with it,” Xander said. “But it’s hot. Nothing to worry about at all.”
