As he stood there, staring like it was his job, Atticus realized he had new reasons to get up in the morning.Reasons that didn’t include a job or trying to make a living.Reasons that made him believe he was actually living instead of trudging through day by day.
He grinned, realizing something else, too.Having the opportunity to see Slade Elliott in all his bare glory meant somewhere along the way, he’d won the fucking lottery.
Slade felt cool air waft over himwhen Atticus stepped into the shower.The heated caress of the man’s eyes raking across his skin caused warmth to churn through his veins.He liked the approval he saw in Atticus’s gaze, the lust.
“You wanna touch?”Slade taunted.
Atticus’s eyes slowly lifted.“Hmm?”
“Touch me, Atticus.Now.”
Slade chuckled, then moaned when Atticus’s hands moved over his stomach, then inched higher.He rubbed him from chest to hip, teasing him with the smoothness of his palm.For long minutes, Slade continued to wash, and Atticus continued to tease.It didn’t take much for Slade’s dick to return to the iron-hard state it had been in when he’d been sucking Atticus’s cock a short time ago.
When the water was rinsing the soap away, Slade grabbed Atticus, jerking him against him so he could band his arms around the man.He kissed him, losing himself in the determined thrash of Atticus’s tongue against his own.He could’ve kissed him for days and never tired of it.
Unfortunately, they had things to take care of, which meant keeping to the agenda.
Slade managed to pull back, staring down at Atticus as he reached for the bottle of body wash.They did the little dance that allowed Atticus to switch places, moving beneath the water while Slade stepped out of the stream.Without a word being spoken, Slade took the liberty of soaping Atticus from neck to toes, working the lather into every crook and crevice.He did some teasing of his own, using his soapy hand to stroke Atticus until his cock was pulsing in his fist.
“You wanna come?”
Atticus grunted and groaned.
“I’ll let you, but before we get out of this shower, I’m gonna bend you over and slide my dick in your ass.Your choice.You wanna come before, during, or after?”
“Oh, fuck.”Atticus snapped his hand around Slade’s wrist, stopping him from sending him over the edge.“Fuck me.”
Before Slade could stand tall, Atticus had turned away, spreading his feet wide and pushing his ass out.Slade would’ve used the water as a lubricant, but it wasn’t quite enough for his liking, so he grabbed the small bottle of lube he kept on the shelf.He greased his cock and stroked as he stepped up behind Atticus.Some shifting ensued, but then Slade’s cock was tunneling deep inside Atticus while his arm banded across his middle, keeping him in place.
“Yes,” Atticus sighed, tipping his head back as Slade pushed in to the hilt.
“You are so fucking tight.”Slade retreated slowly, pushed in again, one hand planted on the wall to keep him from falling over.
He fucked Atticus like that, slow and deep, the heat of the water causing steam to billow around them.His pace naturally progressed, faster and harder.And when Atticus began jerking his dick, Slade began pounding into him, chasing his own release.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled near Atticus’s ear.“I can’t stop.I … oh, fuck … I’m gonna come.”
He did, groaning low in his throat as his cock pulsed inside the heat of Atticus’s body.He had enough presence of mind to reach around, taking over for Atticus, stroking his cock hard and fast until Atticus’s asshole locked down on him as he came with a breathless groan.
Twenty minutes later, Slade found Atticus in the kitchen, pouring Cheerios into a bowl.
“Want some?”
Slade chuckled.“Nah.Thanks, though.”
“Let me guess, two hard-boiled eggs and orange juice.”
“It’ll tide me over for a couple of hours,” Slade told him as he opened the refrigerator.
“I got the names of some tow services last night,” Atticus said, slipping the milk carton into the refrigerator.“Thought we’d go by each one, see if they know anything that might help.”
Slade closed the door.“Okay.”
“Since we’ve got a meeting this afternoon, I thought we’d split up the list.You take half.I’ll take the other.”
“Uh … okay.”
“Is that a problem?”
