Ben swallowed. This was… well, it was a good look for him, his hair wet and his eyes wide and dark, focused on Ben’s cock. Sam’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, soft and pink and so, so inviting.
“If this is okay with you?” Sam asked, as though there was any possible universe in which Ben was going to say no.
Ben nodded, biting his lip. He’d only had this done for him a few times, and not in a while.
The thought of having Sam’s lips wrapped around him, of him sucking and swirling his tongue and doing everything in his power to make Ben come… he could get behind that.
He could really, really get behind that.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Ben asked, his conscience getting the better of him for a moment.
Sam looked down and licked his lips. “Yes,” he said, then reached out to the shelf on the wall above him, where the retreat’s miniature shampoo, conditioner, and body wash lived. He grabbed a bottle and passed it to Ben.
Ben looked at it, confused.
“You can wash my hair while I suck your cock if it’ll make you feel better.”
To Ben’s surprise, it did make him feel better.
“Deal,” he said, flicking open the shampoo bottle. The scent of lavender filled his nostrils immediately.
Sam laughed, but the laughter didn’t last long. He leaned in and licked a broad stripe up the underside of Ben’s cock, the sensation making Ben’s knees go weak immediately. A rush of precome leaked out of the head of his cock, making him bite down on his lip to stop himself from whimpering.
Before he could recover from that, Sam sucked the head of his cock into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of the head, dipping into the slit.
The moment Sam swallowed, Ben had to push himself back into the wall to stop his knees from giving out entirely. Sam was good at this, and while Ben didn’t want to think about the practice he’d gotten, he was happy to reap the benefits now.
Ben could practically feel the blood rushing away from his brain and into his cock, already painfully hard. He’d been given a task, though, and he intended to do as Sam had asked, even if he’d been joking.
With shaky legs and not much steadier hands, he poured a generous pool of shampoo into his hands, rubbed them together to spread it around, and then ran his fingers through Sam’s hair.
It probably wasn’t how you were supposed to wash someone else’s hair, but it was the best he could do at the moment. All the energy he usually reserved for thinking was concentrated on not coming immediately as Sam’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, making Ben rock his hips just a tiny bit.
He knew better than to hurt Sam, but he couldn’t keep entirely still. Not when Sam’s eyes were falling closed, relaxed bliss written all over his face even as he reached down to wrap his fingers around his own cock.
He was impossibly perfect like this, all pink lips and soft, muffled moans, getting off on having Ben’s cock in his mouth.
Ben already knew he’d been a fool to let Sam go, but he knew it with every cell in his body now.
Sam hollowed his cheeks and took Ben deeper into his mouth, so far that Ben could feel the head of his cock nudging the back of Sam’s throat. He whimpered, forcing himself to focus on massaging Sam’s scalp.
Sam moaned around him as he did, making his cock vibrate with the sound. Ben could feel precome gathering at the tip again, and had to brace himself as Sam licked it away and swallowed around him, tightening his lips as he did so.
Ben cupped the back of Sam’s skull and rocked his hips slowly and gently, using his other hand to work the shampoo into his hair. The whole shower smelled of lavender now, the steam from the warm water carrying the scent straight to Ben’s nose.
“Feels good,” Ben murmured, tipping his head back so that it was leaning against the cool tiles and focusing on the way Sam’s lips felt, the delicate pressure of his tongue, the building tension in his own balls, in the insides of his thighs.
Sam’s free hand moved up the inside of his leg, skimming over sensitive skin, brushing against his balls, and moving back to press firmly at the spot behind them.
A shock of pleasure made Ben’s hips jerk forward, moaning low as he rode out the wave and then bracing himself for Sam to do it again, pushing hard against him, against some sensitive spot Ben hadn’t known about until right this moment.
The low simmer of arousal he’d been coasting on was suddenly white hot, urgent and needy, making him pull and tug on Sam’s hair in an effort to let him know that he wanted more, please, more, harder, faster.
He bit down on his lip as Sam’s finger circled his hole, tensing for the inevitable push inside. He hadn’t realized he was so sensitive there until this moment, until Sam was just barely brushing over the delicate skin, teasing mercilessly.
Sam sucked and swallowed around him, but moved his finger away without pushing it inside.
Ben wasn’t sure whether he was relieved, or disappointed.
