“Good thinking.” Rick followed suit. “Thank fuck my boots are still outside.”
Saxon looked down at his own combat boots, now coated in pink, purple, and gold. Those fuckers had to have mixed the fucking glitter with glue or something. Glitter was stuck to every inch of what had been camel-colored leather. “Fuck, mine weren’t.”
“You should have let me shoot them, babe.” Rick told him.
Wait, back up… babe?“Um…” Saxon frowned at Rick, “Babe?”
“Problem?” Rick arched an eyebrow.
Saxon scanned him from head to toe, naked as fuck, gorgeous dick jutting out from his hips, balls hanging low. That cheeky as fuck smirk on his face and covered in glitter. Bah, how could he refuse him. “Nope. Not at all. Get your ass in the shower.”
Chapter Thirteen
Saxon switched on the shower.He could see Rick’s reflection as he stood behind him. “Shower with me?”
Rick’s smile was soft as he nodded. Stepping close to Saxon, Rick wrapped his arms around him and leaned in close to lay his cheek on the shoulder in front of him before dropping a kiss where his neck curved up to his ear, causing Saxon to shiver.
Rick pressed a line of kisses to his neck, moving closer to Saxon. He tightened his arms around him, squeezing him gently. He fucking loved that Saxon was willing to do this. Not just the showering together, but the relationship thing too.
Rick allowed Saxon to pull him into the shower. They stood under the pounding water, glitter falling off them and swirling down the drain. He soaked up the warmth of Saxon’s arms, it helped calm his mind, grounding him. Shit, he hadn’t realized how damn hurt he was that it appeared his father wanted him dead.
“You okay, R?” Saxon asked.
“Yeah.” Obviously, he wasn’t as good at hiding the turmoil inside him as he’d thought. Or maybe it was because it was Saxon, and he could read Rick better than he’d thought anyone ever could.
Searching behind him, Saxon snagged a washcloth and soaped it up. Then he began washing Rick’s back in long, calming strokes. Jesus, when was the last time someone had actually looked after him? Saxon turned Rick with his hands so he was facing the wall, and caged him in with his arms around him. Saxon soaped the washcloth again, then began the same soothing strokes across Rick’s chest and stomach.
Rick arched his head to the side as Saxon trailed a line of kisses along the top of his shoulder and down to the center of the back of his neck, before nuzzling his nose behind Rick’s ear. His breaths caused goosebumps to follow along the trail of kisses Saxon made, sending a shiver down his spine.
Rick reached one hand behind his head to hold the back of Saxon’s neck, as Saxon’s arm held him just under his right pec. Rick moaned softly, his eyes closing in pleasure as Saxon pressed yet another gentle kiss to his shoulder, his five o’clock shadow scratching lightly on the side of Rick’s neck as he did so.
Turning his head, searching for Saxon’s lips, Rick licked at the corner of his bottom lip, biting gently before capturing his lips in a messy, sideways kiss. Saxon moved against him, and Rick moaned at the feel of his hard dick rubbing against his ass. Saxon’s rough calloused hand rubbing down his stomach and encircling his dick made Rick groan, the sound loud over the water falling from the shower head onto the tile at their feet.
Saxon shuddered as he pulled back from the sexiest of kisses he’d ever had. “I love the feel of your dick in my hands, R,” he rasped in Rick’s ear, drawing a deep guttural moan from him.
Saxon moved his hand faster. He tightened his fingers and looked over Rick’s shoulder at the red dick head appearing and disappearing through his fist. He moved his hand to match the rhythm of their harsh breathing. He stopped every now and again to swipe his thumb over the head, and to fondle Rick’s balls when he reached the bottom of his dick, dragging a soft choking noise from Rick. A sound that made his own hips give an involuntary flex.
“Oh, fuck,” Rick groaned, as Saxon felt a harsh shudder run through him.
“You are so sexy, R. Come for me, let me see you come, Rick.” He kept his hand moving on Rick’s dick. Sliding up and down, then giving a swipe of his thumb over the head, dipping his nail into the slit, making Rick’s dick swell. Saxon couldn’t look away from the strands of white cum that exploded from his dick, coating his fingers, and splashing over Rick’s stomach.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” No freaking way was Saxon missing this opportunity, he raised his hand to his own lips to taste Rick’s juices.
Rick pushed back with his ass to give himself some room and turned fully in Saxon’s arms. He turned them both and slammed Saxon against the tiles before his lips crashed down on Saxon’s. He sucked Saxon’s bottom lip into his mouth, licking and tugging on it gently, savoring the mixed taste of himself and Saxon. Jesus, he’d never get enough of that taste.
Finally gentling the kiss, Saxon pulled back slightly to press their foreheads together.
“Fuck, R, if it’s always this good, neither of us will ever want to leave the house.”
Rick grinned at him. “That’s the plan. You get to tell your boss we’re not going on the mission because we’re fucking.”
Saxon’s deep laughter filled the bathroom. They’d needed this time to bond, to help them focus on what they could mean to each other. Maybe, just maybe, everything they not only wanted, but needed, wasn’t as far out of reach as they had always thought.
Somehow, Saxon managed to get them from the shower to the spare room and into bed. When he woke a few hours later, he was wrapped around Rick. He inhaled deeply.
Oh my, that's hot.
Unable to stop himself, he dipped out his tongue to have just a little taste. Rick shifted in his sleep, his hand swatting at the back of his neck where Saxon had just kissed. So, Saxon did it again and Rick moaned deep in his throat.
