He reaches for me, and I’m suddenly aware that he’s in nothing but his boxers. I stare at his huge biceps as they bunch and stretch while he carefully peels my soggy pants from my legs. Then he reaches for my boxer briefs, and my brain short-circuits.
“N-no! Please don’t take them off.” My fingers slide under my waistband, rubbing the raised skin protectively. Marcusfreezes, his brow furrowing with frustration. “I’ll get in the shower with them on. Please.”
“Okay,” he says quietly, though he’s obviously confused. He starts the water and then takes my hand to help me to my feet, and I step into the shower, releasing a contented exhale and let the warm water heat my chilled body. But when I turn away from the spray, I come face-to-face with Marcus, who has apparently stepped into the shower with me, still in his underwear. He’s watching me closely with an odd look in his eyes, and then he kneels, his gaze never leaving my body.
“W-what are you doing?”
“I want to clean your foot.”
“I can do it.”
“Of course, you can. But it’s a weird angle, and I don’t want you to fall again. So just let me.”
“Fine,” I say hesitantly, my eyes dropping to my waistband to make sure my scar is still hidden. I take a deep breath and blow it out.
Just let someone take care of you, Jeremy. For once.
He lifts my foot and inspects the bottom, then reaches for the bar of soap, sudsing up his fingers. He glances up at me as he touches the cut, cleaning it gently.
“It’s not very deep,” he murmurs.
Despite the sting, his touch feels good, and it’s making my balls tingle. I swallow, trying to fight the feeling, but it’s difficult when he’s on his knees, his face inches from my hardening cock. He finishes quickly, but his fingers don’t leave my skin, trailing up my ankle and along the ridge of my calf muscle.
“I’m good now,” I say, trying to keep the quiver from my voice. “I promise.”
“Your skin is so perfect,” he marvels as he traces over my knee.
I’m starting to get obviously hard. “Marcus . . .” I hate the way his name comes out all quiet and needy.
He releases my leg and places it over one of his shoulders. Water cascades over his hair, getting caught in his lashes as he blinks up at me, his eyes hooded. He reaches for my boxers again, and I tense.
“Do you trust me, Jeremy?”
I realize that despite our animosity at times, I do trust him. I nod, but fear still grips my stomach as he reaches for me. Instead of taking off my underwear, he places a firm hand over my fabric-covered cock. I hiss as he presses his palm against me. Then, his fingers slide into the fly of my boxers and grip my dick, pulling it free.
I choke on a groan as he runs his hand along my length, pleasure making my cock feel hot and heavy. He stares at my length bobbing in his face, licking his lips while he hesitates.
“You don’t have to,” I rasp.But I really want you to.
“Just . . . tell me if it feels good.” And with a determined look in his eyes, he takes my head into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I moan, my back hitting the wall as I slouch, pushing farther into his warm mouth.
He grips my thighs and starts to suck. My leg tightens over his left shoulder when his teeth scrape over the sensitive underside of my cock, and while I can tell this is his first time, everything feels unbelievable because it’shim.
“Mmm,” I hum, weaving my fingers into his hair to guide his head up and down. “Just like that, big guy.” I’m shaking with restraint when all I want to do is fuck his face. “You’re taking my dick so well.”
He seems to gain confidence from my praise, sucking me deeper until he gags. He releases my length with a cough, but the sound drives me wild, and I can feel my balls tightening. He gives me a shy look as he wipes water from his eyes, which I didn’t even know Marcus could pull off because nothing about him isshy.
I run my fingers over the top of his head. “Relax your throat, baby.”
His eyes are red and probably tearing, but it’s hard to tell under the shower spray. He leans forward, taking me deep again. His gag reflex is minimal this time, and I see fucking rainbows.
“That’s it. Shit, Marcus.” I hold my breath, pounding my fist against the wall, trying to stave off the orgasm, but it explodes through my body anyway.
I give his hair a hard tug and pull my cock from his mouth just as I come, my release splashing across his lips and cheeks, catching in his stubble, marking him while I unload for what feels like forever.
Marcus laps up my mess eagerly, licking his lips like I’m dessert. He slides my leg from his shoulder and rises to his full height. Looking down at me, he clutches my face and kisses me fervently.
