Getting to touch Keaton’s body under the water of the shower. Touching him – washing him. I could think of few things more intimate than that. I wanted it. I wanted it with a possessiveness that had me curling my arm to bring him closer against me.
“Then I duck,” Keaton suggested. Something in him seemed downhearted. Like he wasn’t sure I would take him seriously. The doors went all the way up, anyway, so it was a silly suggestion.
“Your feet would still be visible,” I pointed out.
“Okay,” he said impishly. “So, I’d jump.” He wrapped one of his legs around my waist to demonstrate how he would climb me. The movement pushed his cock against my side, making me all too aware of how naked we still were.
I checked the time. It was late, already. It would only be so long before it was semi-safe to go down there. I didn’t want to shoot my shot before we went and end up not being able to enjoy it properly.
“We should eat something before then,” I said. “We haven’t eaten since we got back from the game. And I was playing in it.”
“So you’ve used up a lot of energy,” Keaton nodded. He suddenly seemed a lot more energetic himself. Like something I’d said had made him that way. Was he really just that eager to try the shower thing? “I get it. I stashed a few supplies in here after last time we, um.”
“Forgot to go out for food?” I suggested.
“Right,” Keaton said, sitting up and grinning at me. “Hold on. I put them in my nightstand drawers.” He got up and moved over to the other side of the room, giving me a perfect view of his naked ass that had me drooling as he bent to open the drawers.
He pulled out a loaf of bread, a block of cheese, a plastic knife, a plastic spoon, and a jar of peanut butter.
“Protein,” I said appreciatively.
“And yummy,” Keaton pointed out. He set about making us both sandwiches, using the plastic knife to laboriously cut the cheese and then turn the sandwiches into triangles. I chuckled as he handed mine to me.
“You must have put a lot of thought into this,” I said.
Keaton blushed. “Eat your sandwich,” he said.
“We should finish that movie,” I suggested. I didn’t need to say which. Keaton brought out his laptop and we sat and watched it all the way to the credits with our food, including the second serving he made after we realized how good it tasted.
But once the credits were done and the screen was dark, it was after midnight. We both looked at each other with barely concealed glee.
We moved like conspirators. We each grabbed a towel to wrap around our waists – Keaton’s considerably higher up than mine. A bundle of clothes to put on for bed came with us. We also had our shower kits – body wash and shampoo and conditioner. For Keaton, anyway. If anyone asked, it looked like we were just going for a shower.
And we were going for a shower. It was only that there was no ‘just’ about it.
The shower block was empty when we went inside. It made me remember the first night when I’d come in here alone. How different things were between us compared to that day.
“Here,” Keaton whispered to me, choosing one of the stalls. We shut the door firmly behind us and hung up both of our towels in the small space behind the curtain. Our clothes joined them. We were naked together again, only this time in a semi-public space.
I felt myself getting hard just by looking at him. Both of us could barely contain our chuckles and grins.
“Come on, then,” he whispered again, reaching out to turn on the shower.
The water blasted cold at first and we both hesitated from experience. As soon as it was warm enough we dived under. I laughed as Keaton’s curly hair instantly flattened under the shower, running rivulets down his face. He splashed water right into my eyes in response. I growled and lunged for him, trapping him against the wall as the shower poured over my head.
“Hey,” he said in a small voice.
“Hey,” I replied.
And I leaned in and kissed him.
It was funny how something that had seemed so forbidden now came so naturally. His mouth was hot and needy against mine, his hands coming up to tangle at my neck. I loved the way he touched my neck, my hair. I put my own hands up to tangle in his. He moaned in appreciation at the returned favor. Water kept getting into my mouth as we kissed but I didn’t care. I had my eyes closed to protect them. The only thing that existed in the world was our mouths, our hands, our bodies.
Keaton’s hands left my neck and roamed down my back, then over my chest. His thumbs rested on my abs, his fingers splayed towards my sides. They squeezed for a moment and traveled further down. My body thrilled under his touch as he moved towards my dick. He didn’t tease me or wait any longer. He took me by the shaft and reached out for a dollop of his conditioner to work me over.
I reached down and found him hard and ready, too. I copied his movements. Within seconds both of us were panting, leaning over ourselves and each other until our foreheads touched. I opened my eyes for a second to look at him. His were closed, the spray misting his skin and eyelashes. He was beautiful.
“Keat,” I murmured. At that second, I didn’t care if someone would walk into the shower room. I wouldn’t have noticed if they did. If they heard me say his name, it didn’t matter. If they heard me scream it, it didn’t matter.
