Fletcher leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on his chest. So soft and sweet that Taylor would never get over it.
Taylor continued to run his hand through Fletcher’s hair. He couldn’t get over how good this felt. The way they could be so soft with each other after…well after what they just did. Taylor had never been that way. With anyone. So…commanding. But Fletcher somehow brought it out of him. Fletcherlikedit when Taylor was rough with him. And he liked it when Taylor praised him even more.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly.
“Mhm. Yes. You fucking wrecked me,” Fletcher muttered. “I don’t know if I can walk.”
Taylor let out a soft chuckle. His chest felt heavy. In a good way. Full of emotions. Feelings. He never wanted to leave this room. It was perfect. Him and Fletcher.
“You took it so well,” Taylor told him. “I hope you’renot…”
He didn’t want Fletcher to have any regrets. It would kill him if Fletcher regretted it.
“Give me a minute to take a breather and we can go again. Maybe.” Taylor nodded.
“It scares me how right this feels,” Taylor whispered to him. It truly did. It wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not with Fletcher. But Taylor would never be able to stop himself from letting it happen. It was too late. Heneededthis to happen. He needed Fletcher so fucking badly. “There’s no coming back from this, Fletch. I can’t pretend anymore.”
Fletcher reached up to cup Taylor’s jaw and pressed a light kiss to Taylor’s lips. Barely touching their lips together. A whisper of a kiss. Taylor couldn’t take it. He connected his mouth with Fletcher’s and pulled his head down in a deep, passionate kiss. Claiming him.
Fletcher sighed into the kiss like he had been waiting an eternity for it to happen. “Mmm. So sweet,” Fletcher hummed against his lips. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect, Taylor.”
Taylor wrapped his arms around Fletcher and held him tightly. “I know I’m not the only one who feels it, Fletcher,” he told him, sounding vulnerable. “There’s something about you that…I just can’t get over it.”
“You’re not the only one, Tay. We have something here. Something good. We can’t ignore this,” Fletcher agreed. “It’s too strong to ignore.”
“We won’t,” Taylor promised him. And God, he truly meant it. “We’re not going to try to forget. Not anymore. God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Fletch.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Fletcher’s head before slowly leaning up.
Fletcher slowly rose too, but Taylor couldn’t ignore the way he winced as he did.
“We need to take a shower,” was the first thing Fletcher told him with a hint of pain in his voice. He leaned in to kiss Taylor again. “And then I need to change the sheets.”
Taylor nodded in agreement. “Let me help you up, beautiful.” He rose to his feet and held a hand out to help Fletcher up.
Fletcher swatted his hand away. “I’m not a fucking girl,” he told him. Taylor let out a laugh.
“Oh, I know,” he told him. Fletcher rose to his feet on his own. “You’re definitely a boy,” Taylor goaded. He held Fletcher’s arm to stop him from walking as he leaned into his ear. “You’re avery good boy.”
Fletcher immediately shoved him away with a scoff as he kept walking to the bathroom. Well, he was actually limping there. He opened the linen closet and handed Taylor a towel and a washrag before walking over to the shower and turning the water on.
“You’re not going to be calling me that when I bend you down and fuck you next,” Fletcher snapped, sounding a little on edge. Taylor gulped.
“That’s never going to happen,” he told him, sounding a little nervous at the thought of it. Taylor had never really considered it. Being the one who got fucked. But now that Fletcher brought it up… he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of it.
Fletcher pulled open the shower door before stepping inside. He held his hand out for Taylor to join him, but Taylor swerved it. “I’m not a fucking girl,” he mocked.
Fletcher stepped under the hot water before stepping aside for Taylor. Taylor loved how good the hot water felt on his skin. “You have really good water pressure,” he told Fletcher. He raised his washcloth up to get it wet before pushing Fletcher up against the wall. “Spread your legs a little, sweetheart” Taylorinstructed as he nudged Fletcher’s legs apart with his foot. Fletcher let out another wince.
“Pancek doesn’t have amazing water pressure in his massive mansion?” Fletcher joked, trying to play it off. Taylor slowly dropped to his knees and brought the rag up to Fletcher’s backside.
“It’s barely a mansion,” Taylor scoffed. He nipped at Fletcher’s soft, white skin as he carefully began to clean him. This was the first time he finally allowed himself a real view at Fletcher’s round ass. It made him jealous of his own. “It’s a four bed three bath. And a finished basement,” he said casually. Even Taylor knew Pancek’s house wasn’t big enough to be considered a mansion. “It’s an older home so the water pressure isn’t the greatest.”
“Well, you can come over and take a shower here anytime you’d like, baby.”
Taylor kissed his way up Fletcher’s back as he rose to his feet. Fletcher turned around and threw his arms over Taylor’s shoulders and kissed him again. “I don’t think I would let you leave, though. Not without payment,” he smirked.
“Sorry, golden boy. I’m kind of broke. I have a truck at home to think about.” Taylor cupped his jaw and kissed him again. They both smiled as they continued to kiss each other beneath the falling water.
“Are you sore?” Taylor asked him after a minute.
