I lift him easily, his legs wrapping around my waist. The position lines us up perfectly, and we both groan.
"Did your googling teach you about frotting?" His voice is rough, breathless.
My whole body goes hot. "Yeah. Fuck, yeah."
"Good." He rocks against me experimentally. "Because I really want—oh god."
I shift my grip, pulling his hips tighter against mine. Our cocks slide together, and stars explode behind my eyes.
"Holy fuck. Doc, that's?—"
"I know. I didn't know it could work standing up."
"It can with me." I thrust up, making him gasp. "I got you."
"Cocky bastard."
"You love it."
"Shut up and move."
We find a rhythm, messy and shaky at first, then harder as we learn what works for us. Doc's making these quiet sounds that are driving me absolutely insane, little gasps and sighs that go straight to my dick.
His fingers dig into my shoulders, finding purchase wherever they can as I rock against him. The water's hitting my back, steam is all around us now, but all I can focus on is the slide of skin on skin.
I can't shut up, apparently. Words just keep spilling out of me.
"Feel so good against me, Doc. Fuck, been thinking about this forever. You in my lap at that Valentine's party, the way you fit against me, I wanted to pull you closer then, wanted to feel you exactly like this. Been driving me crazy thinking about what you'd feel like, what you'd sound like..."
His breath hitches, and he rolls his hips just right, making us both groan.
"Your hands on me," I continue, voice getting rougher. "The way you're looking at me right now. Shit, right there, do that again."
He does, and stars explode behind my eyelids. The angle's perfect, the friction building between us until I'm seeing white around the edges.
"Gavin, fuck, I'm—" his voice cracks, desperate.
"Yeah, me too. So close, baby. Can feel you shaking."
He gets a hand between us, using our precome to stroke us together. The extra friction whites out my vision.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck?—"
"Shh," he laughs breathlessly. "Someone might—ah!—might hear."
"Don't care. Feels too—Jesus Christ, your hand?—"
"Come now," he urges. "Let me see you."
That does it. I come so hard my knees buckle, only the wall keeping us upright. Doc follows seconds later, using our combined mess to work me through the aftershocks until I'm shaking.
"Too much," I gasp. "Fuck, sensitive."
He gentles his touch but doesn't let go. We're both panting, foreheads pressed together.
"So," he says finally. "That happened."
I laugh, still breathless. "Yeah. Fuck yeah it did."
