He was already close, the idea of having Eliot under him hotter than Danny had ever guessed it would be. Arousal burned deep in his gut, need making him feel heavy, his cock pulsing in his hand as he worked himself closer and closer to coming.
Danny’s orgasm hit at the same moment the water shut off, forcing him to bite down on his own fist to avoid being heard. His hips jerked into his hand, his body riding out the wave for long moments, the image of Eliot coming at the same time flashing across his mind as he spilled all over his hand.
With only a few seconds to recover, Danny reached out for a handful of tissues to clean up with, wiping himself down as well as he could as he heard Eliot’s footsteps on the tiles in the connecting bathroom.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he managed to grab his sweatpants and pull them on, rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling, his cock still sensitive and tingling.
It hadn’t been about Eliot. It had been about getting off after a stressful day, and after waking up hard. He’d probably been having a great dream he didn’t remember.
The dream probably hadn’t been about Eliot kissing him again. That was ridiculous.
Everything was under control.
