I should probably close this stream…but fuck. Should I call her, tell her to move to her nest? Would she get mad at me? Her breathy moans come through the speakers, the sound tinny and fractured from the cheap camera. Heavy panting and–fuck, maybe I should just go over to her place and check on her in person. I could say I just wanted to ask her what she wants for dinner. It was so hard to sleep for the last few nights, even with Xan in our bed, we both wanted her there.
I groan, hand lowering to my jeans, now strained over my erection, pressing against the denim, as if that will do anything. Should I stay here and just take care of it, or should I drive over and offer to help?
“Jacks…Please!” her cry comes through my speakers and I’m up and grabbing keys without even bothering to shut down the feed. I can be there in less than 15 minutes.
Racing down the stairs, I almost knock Xan over as he’s coming in the front door.
“Everything ok?” he takes in my flushed appearance and obvious arousal.
Shit. There goes my 15 minute time frame.
“Yeah, no, I’m fine, what's up?” My words are rushed as I am trying to escape.
“Oh, yeah, Trey flushed a radiator all over me, and I am soaked through to the skin with coolant. So I needed to come home and grab a shower and get changed.”
“Cool, cool, cool, very cool. Well, I’m headed out to the store to get dinner stuff, see you later.” I try to weave around him to escape, but he knows I don’t really drive, and grabs the collar of my shirt as I pass him.
“Dude, what the hell? Is everything ok?”
Fuck, now he looks worried. I hang my head, giving up on this grand escape.
“Yeah. Just…I went to check on Candice, and ok, so I got super horny,” my hand gestures vaguely to my groin, “so I was just gonna go see her, and talk to her about possible dinner options. See if she wants to come over, maybe take her to the store. Or at least see if she needs a hand–or a tongue–today.” By this point he’s grinning at me, but still smelling sickly sweet from the coolant coating his skin.
He steps into my space reaching up to cup my jaw, “Alternatively, you can stay here, and help me shower off, and then once we're both clean—”he leans into me, pressing his wet shirt against my chest, soaking it through “—and in fresh clothes, you can drop me off at work on your way over? Then bring Candice with you to pick us all up from work. It’ll be a nice surprise for Gabe and Leo.”
His hand slides from my jaw, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me down for a hard kiss. Xan is the shortest in our pack, but built wider than me. With his broad shoulders and tapered waist, he looks like he should be modeling men’s underwear instead of wearing coveralls and those god awful baggy boxers he loves so much.
I cup his face, kissing him back, biting at his lips, as he reaches down and starts popping the buttons loose on my fly with the hand that isn’t pinning me to him. He pushes them down, and chuckles against my lips when he finds me bare underneath.
“Have you not found any underwear you like, or do you just go freeballin to tease me, love?” He nips lightly at my chin as he pulls back enough for us each to strip off our soaked shirts, and I shuffle towards the stairs, peeling my pants down. Throwing everything vaguely towards the laundry room on the way to the stairs.
Xan is sticky when he presses against my back, and as much as I want him inside me right now we really do need to clean off first, this is itchy as fuck. He laughs and slaps my ass, as I hop onone foot trying to get my sock off, then he races up the stairs to get the shower started.
Our bedroom door is open, and I can hear the shower running in the en-suite bathroom, steam billowing out the door. I grab the lube off the nightstand on my way past the bed–just in case–and head into the bathroom. He’s already in the shower, head tilted back, water running over his face and down his chest, and I want to follow those rivulets with my tongue.
Pulling open the door lets in a draft of cold air that swirls the steam around him and he leans forward, moving his head out of the spray.
“Don’t mind me, I just need to wash all this sticky shit off.” I grab the bar of soap and work up a lather in my hands before scrubbing my chest, and down my own stomach, using the slippery soap, I fist my shaft and pump it twice before stepping into his space and running my hands over his shoulders.
Seduction, yes please, but he still needs to get that shit off of him before I can lick all that delicious skin.
I run my soapy hands down his chest and stomach before circling to his back, pulling us flush from hip to neck so I can run one hand up his spine, while the other slides lower, squeezing one cheek and sliding my fingers along his asscrack, pressing lightly against the tight ring of muscle. His head is tilted back again, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, and I have to lean down to nibble on his neck and gently bite his collar bone.
He groans loudly, hips flexing against me, shaft sliding against my pelvis in an uncoordinated jab.
“Fuck, Jacks, are we clean enough yet?” It’s almost a gasp as I start a rhythmic pressure against his backdoor with one hand, the other sliding between us to squeeze both our shafts together. He thrusts into my fist, adding pressure and pleasure to my cock as well.
I release the hand holding us together, and drop to my knees, finally giving in to the temptation. I stick my tongue out and catch some of the water dripping into the cut of his adonis belt. Letting his shaft rub against my jaw as I nip at the muscles there, and trace the groove with my tongue.
His hand fists in my hair, and he tilts my head back so I am looking into his eyes. My hand that has been teasing his ass slides around, and I cup his balls. He releases my hair and leans back against the side of the shower, no longer directly under the spray.
With freedom to move my head I follow close behind, running my tongue up his shaft, around the slight flare of his knot, and to flick the slit. Before wrapping my lips around him completely and sucking him to the back of my throat.
Confusion when he pulls out of my mouth, turning his hips away so I can’t reach him.
“I can't last when you do that.” He smiles down at my puzzled expression, slipping his hand around my jaw and pulling me back up against him. He steps into me, pushing me out from under the water, until the cold tile hits my back, the shock drawing a gasp from my lips, and a shiver down my spine.
“I need you to feel good too, my love.” Then he’s kissing me again, holding my face, pulling my mouth to his, and I open because it’s Xan. He’s been my everything for so long, my best friend, my lover.
