Chapter 11

Andrew

T hat... really just happened.

My whole body vibrated with endorphins, and I was riding the high of my orgasm. The only thing that could distract me was the head that lifted from my lap and the eyes that blinked at me.

I’d give anything to know what he was thinking. Did Brandon regret it? Was it too much? We hadn’t exactly discussed boundaries other than we’d take it slow.

My eyes snagged on the mess on his face and heat flooded my system all over again. He didn’t seem to be upset. Curious, maybe.

I reached up and pulled him closer. He let out a little noise of complaint when I turned his face to lick my cum from his cheek, but then his eyes widened when he realized what I was doing. The next moment, his mouth was over mine and his tongue fought its way between my lips.

No, this wasn’t someone who regretted what we’d just done. Though slowing down now seemed impossible. I wanted so much more.

“Shower?” I panted as he broke away.

I wanted to laugh at the blush that spread across his face and down his neck. He had nothing to feel embarrassed about with me. We both clearly wanted it. The only thing that explained his embarrassment was coming in his underwear. But I’d been serious when I’d said I thought it was hot. Everything about Brandon was so damn appealing.

I didn’t wait for him to answer me about the shower. When he continued to lie there acting all shy, I rolled from the bed, grabbed his arm, and hauled him into the bathroom with me.

“Andrew?”

He sounded small, unsure. And I didn’t like that.

“Did you not want to?”

Brandon awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck and chewed at his bottom lip. “I want to... it’s just...” he let out a sigh of frustration. “This is going to sound stupid.”

I chuckled and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him to my chest. The way he melted into me felt so damn right. Hopefully, he felt the same. “Nothing you can say will sound stupid. I promise.”

“You’re already laughing... but... I’ve never showered with someone else before.”

I rested my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back gently so that he would look me in the eye. “That’s not weird or stupid. And we don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. ”

The blush deepened again, extending to the tips of his ears and down to his shoulders. “I want to. With you.”

I grinned and turned back to the shower to adjust the temperature of the water. I peeled my briefs off and did my best to suppress the chuckle that wanted to escape at the soft exhale of breath behind me when Brandon realized we were actually doing this together... and naked. Of course we’d be naked. It wasn’t like people showered with clothes on.

I stepped into the spray and held the curtain open for him, waiting for him to make his move. Brandon pushed down his stained boxers, hands instantly moving to cover his front. It was sort of cute that he thought he needed to hide from me. If this was going to work out in the long run, letting him know he was desirable would be my number one priority. It bothered me that no one had made him feel all that comfortable before.

When I held out my hand to help him step over the lip of the tub, he shook his head.

“It’s okay. You’re acting like I haven’t seen a dick before. I’ve even seen yours.”

He sighed heavily and dropped his hands to the side, glancing away, and I saw immediately why he’d been hiding himself. Not that he was afraid of me seeing him naked, it was that he was half hard again. The sight had my cock jumping in response and I scrambled to grab his hand and pull him into the water with me.

“Now that’s really nothing to be embarrassed about. ”

Brandon whined before he buried his face in my shoulder. “It is! I get we agreed to this whole giving-in thing, but it still feels super fast. I don’t want you to think this is all I want.”

I ran my hands down his slick back as soothingly as I could. “That’s the last thing I thought you wanted from me. We’ve been in each other’s lives for too long for this to just be about sex. It’s more like an added bonus at this point.”

That made him laugh before he looked up and gently placed his lips against mine. His eyes were tightly closed as his fingers threaded through my wet hair.

The kiss was brief and tender. It conveyed so much more than the heated ones we’d shared previously. “I just don’t want to overdo it.”

As I turned him to face the spray, I gave him another chaste kiss and kissed his shoulder. “I don’t think you could ever overdo it.” I grabbed a loofah and the bottle of body wash, pumping a small amount over the fluff and suds-ing it up. When I dragged it over his neck, shoulders, and back, Brandon melted into the sensation.

“Okay. New rule. We have to do this all the time. I’m going to be spoiled by back washes.”

I chuckled as I moved down his body, soaping over the globes of his ass and down the backs of his thighs. By the time I reached his feet, Brandon was practically purring. If spoiling him this way made him this content, I had no problem doing it .

When I finished, I turned him around and ran the loofah across his front. He let out an audible groan as the harsh material passed over his nipples. Curiosity had me looking down, and sure enough, he was fully hard again. I felt smug and wanted to puff out my chest that I turned him on that much. I’d gotten him that way, and I had every intention of taking care of it.

A gasp passed between Brandon’s lips when I dropped to my knees in front of him. My face floated mere inches from his aroused cock. It bobbed as if begging for attention and I smiled as I made plans to draw this out.

I continued cleaning, dragging the loofah across his thighs. He growled, actually growled, that I was denying him the contact that he craved.

Brandon’s dick waved back and forth tauntingly as I blew a soft stream of air on the tip. He hissed, hips punching forward as I jerked my head back, not letting him have what he was desperately seeking.

“Come on, Andrew.”

I looked up at him, blinking as innocently as possible. “What do you need?” I dropped the loofah and rested my hands on his thighs.

Brandon vibrated under my touch, his whole body shaking as the words fought their way from his throat. They came out hoarse; like it was difficult for him to say. “Your mouth. Dammit, I need your mouth. Or something. ”

I wanted to laugh at the way he had to throw the word ‘ something ’ at the end. It was like he was afraid to truly ask for what he wanted, but since he’d said it, I would reward his efforts.

My hands slid up to frame his balls as Brandon leaned forward and braced his hands on the wall of the shower behind us. I nuzzled into his sack and took a deep breath of him, savoring the smell of soap, musk, and arousal. My tongue ran along the seam before meeting the base and working all the way to the tip of his cock.

Brandon whimpered. A curse fell from his lips as he tried to remain in control of his hips. The way he was straining under my hands said that he wanted to thrust, to slam forward and fuck my face.

When I wrapped my lips around his tip, an explosion of pre-cum hit my tongue and I moaned at the flavor.

Holy fucking shit. I really had Brandon’s dick in my mouth. We’d progressed from a kiss that we’d spent three years pretending didn’t happen to me pressing for more to this in so little time…

My brain stopped. I couldn’t think about that anymore, not when he lost the battle with his body. One of Brandon’s hands left the wall and tangled in my hair as he shoved me further down his length. I wasn’t expecting his boldness, and I had to rush, but I wasn’t fast enough. The way I choked on him would have been a turnoff in any other situation, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. I got a soft “Sorry” before both hands were in my hair and guiding me up and down his cock .

And what a magnificent cock it was.

When I said Brandon had nothing to be ashamed of, I meant every last word. He was long and thick, with throbbing veins. His head was swollen and pink and I knew men who wished they had something as impressive attached to them. Brandon’s cock was a thing of beauty. I’d never seen anything prettier.

This was all happening so fast. I wanted to savor it, to soak in every second, but unfortunately, the hot water would run out. I’d make sure to add this to my ‘ let’s do this again ’ list.

My hand dropped between my legs and I wanted to cry out at how hard I was. It hurt, and I craved release. I pumped quickly as Brandon continued to control my face. Drool slid out the sides of my mouth, which would’ve been messier had we not been in the shower.

Without warning, Brandon tensed. His dick jerked in my mouth and unloaded. His cum slid down my throat and I swallowed quickly, but a large portion still ended up on my chin. It didn’t matter because I swiped it up and brought it to my aching erection, repeating what I’d done this morning.

My eyes rolled back as my orgasm washed over me. Something felt off as I watched my release wash down the drain.

Brandon’s fingers flexed in my hair before he released me, and I stood on shaky legs.

“Holy... fuck,” he panted before he laughed. “Did we? ”

I joined in with his laughter, swapping places with him under the spray before the hot water completely ran out. “At some point, you’re going to have to believe this is real.”