They were making quite a bit of noise, so it shouldn’t have surprised them when Peter walked into the bathroom and stopped and stared at them.
“Morning,” Tex said, grinning up at Peter. He had Carver trapped in a headlock, both of them on their knees, the now slightly too warm water beating down on their backs.
“Morning, Peter,” Carver said, wrenching out of Tex’s hold and putting him in a full nelson. He braced his leg on the tile when Tex fought to get up, keeping him down. Tex was stronger than him, and Carver knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep him pinned for more than a few seconds, but he was having fun while it lasted.
That Peter was watching only made his domination of his husband better.
“Did you want the shower?” Tex asked, breaking free of Carver’s hold, flipping over and somehow managing to get Carver’s torso in a scissor hold. “We’ll be done soon.”
“I can wait,” Peter said, licking his lips and sounding like he was enjoying the show.
“How are you feeling today?” Tex asked, squeezing his thighs together and making Carver gasp for air. “Your hole doing okay?”
“It’s fine,” Peter said, shifting his stance and wincing. “I’m not as sore as I expected to be.”
“That’s cause you were made for it,” Tex said, releasing Carver only to straddle his back and immediately put him in a headlock. “And even if we got a little rough with you, we made sure you were prepped and ready. Didn’t we, Carver?”
Tex squeezed Carver’s neck, and Carver could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Sure,” he wheezed, giving one final thrashing effort to get free before conceding defeat. “Fucker, you win. Let me go.”
Tex, always a good judge for the line between playful wrestling and an all-out fight, let him go, standing up and grabbing the body wash off the shelf. He squeezed a big squirt down on Carver’s head, the cold gel hitting his head with a splat.
Carver punched him in the thigh, getting up and using the gel to wash down the side of his neck. He looked at Peter, kicking the shower door all the way open. “You want in on this?”
Tex stopped washing his chest, waiting for Peter’s answer.
“All right,” Peter said, hesitating before joining them. He took a small step forward and then stopped. “You won’t wrestle me, will you?”
“Not unless you want us to,” Tex assured him.
Carver nodded his agreement. Wrestling was a playful way for him and Tex to test each other and make sure that they were still pretty evenly matched. Wrestling Peter would be a pure show of domination.
“Okay then,” Peter said, stepping into the shower, pushing in between Carver and Tex, hand trailing over Tex’s soapy pecs with a barely-there brush of his hand. He smiled and shook his head.
“What?” Carver asked.
“I just can’t believe how hot you guys are. It’s unreal.”
Both Carver and Tex puffed up their chests at the compliment, squaring their shoulders and flexing their arms with unsubtle pride.
Peter blushed and looked away. Tex grabbed his chin and turned his face so that he was looking right at him. “You’re allowed to look at us, baby. We like it.”
Peter only blushed harder, but when Tex released his chin, he didn’t avert his gaze like before.
“You’re really dirty, huh?” Tex said, ruffling Peter’s hair. He brushed his hand down the side of Peter’s neck, gripping his shoulder. “We should help you get cleaned up.” He looked at Carver. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yeah,” Carver said, mouth watering at the idea of rubbing his hands all over his boy. “We should.”
Peter stood still while Carver and Tex squirted liberal amounts of body wash over his shoulder and down the back of his neck, the two of them working in concert to grope and caress every inch of the omega’s body. Peter’s breath hitched when Carver brushed over his nipples, batting Carver’s hands away, and when Tex crouched down and ran his fingers up and down the crack of his ass over his hole, he jerked forward and crashed into Carver’s chest with a whimper.
“Sore?” Carver asked, his voice a rough growl. He held Peter against his chest, stroking his hair and enjoying the feeling of Peter’s face nestled between the two mounds of his pecs.
“Yeah,” Peter confirmed, whimpering again when Tex kept on cleaning him.
“All done,” Tex said, rising from his crouch and leaning against Peter’s back, kissing Carver and trapping their omega tightly between them.
“How does it look?” Carver asked, breaking the kiss, grunting when Peter found his nipple and started sucking on it.
