“About Tony coming onto me? Do you still feel… jealous?”
There is no noise but the hiss of Marcello’s shower spray for many long seconds.
“Yeah, I do,” Marcello eventually admits.
I open the door and step outside. I knock on his door but it opens before my hand’s made contact for the second time.
He stands in front of me, completely naked, the hair on his body all pressed close to his olive skin. I take in his soft pecs, his full belly and that long, thick dick of his. When my eyes are finally back on his face he smiles like he was waiting for me.
“What’s up? What’s going on?”
I step inside the cubicle and close the door behind me. “This is lesson number three,” I say before I move close enough that mist from his shower kisses the skin on my chest.
“Oh?” He arches an eyebrow that pulls up one side of his mouth. “What’s lesson three?”
“How to take full advantage of being the same gender to have queer sex in public.” I close the distance and push up so I can kiss him, hard.
There is only a millisecond of hesitation before Marcello wraps his wet arms around me and kisses me back. He brings me under the spray with him and water falls into my eyes, down my nose and into our locked mouths. I taste it along with coffee and butter pastry andhim. Eventuallythere’s too much water and too much kissing and I can’t breathe so I pull back, keeping my hands on his hips.
He steps towards me, taking us out of the shower’s reach and gives me only the briefest, hungriest look and then he presses me up against the cubicle wall, which wobbles from the impact, and then he starts kissing me again.
It’s his turn to pull back a moment later and I am physically aggrieved when he does, but when I look up at him, he’s smiling down at me, his wild honey eyes twinkling.
“You’ve got to be quiet,” he tells me.
I didn’t even know I was making a noise. But it makes sense because I am so turned on. So desperate for Marcello. And yet Marcello’s gentle warning has me waking up and stepping out of my horny fog for a second.
We’re in a shower cubicle. In the gym. All anyone would have to do was look down and see two feet and they’d know exactly what was happening in here. And this place is not one of those gyms.
“Yes,” I say in a hushed voice. “We have to be quiet.”
“So go on.” He bends down and kisses a droplet of water off the tip of my nose. “Teach me.”
“I’m not sure you need my instruction,” I whisper as I bite at his collar bone and he rewards me by shivering. “You seem to know more than me.”
“I just don’t want us to get interrupted.” He reaches around my body and grabs my arse
My breath hitches with the force of his hold.
“Is that okay?” he asks.
I nod but then bring my hand between us. I loosen the towel and let it fall to the ground. “But this is better.”
Marcello looks down. “That’s going to get soaked.”
“I don’t care,” I say. And I actually don’t. I’ll dry off eventually. And back at home later, I can wash it with a little bleach to make sure it’s really clean. Three times if I need to.
But I’m not thinking about doing anything in threes right now. I’m thinking about how good it feels when my hard length brushes up against Marcello’s thigh and I feel his erection press against my stomach.
“Fuck, I wish I was taller,” I say as I bury my face in his neck, baring my teeth against his skin.
“Why?” He lifts his chin, giving me more space.
“Because then I could grab both our dicks in my hand and get us off together,” I say and Marcello stills.
And then he shifts, bending his legs and tilting his pelvis so his cock makes contact with mine.
I hiss out a curse and he groans, loudly.
