11. Chapter 11

We took the longest shower in the history of showers. I don't think there was a square inch on either of us that hadn't been touched or stroked by the other. Gage was like a kid in a toy store as he explored me. His fingers dipped into valleys and skimmed through creases, like when his thumbs traversed the juncture where my thighs met my groin. The whole time he touched, his expression was nothing short of awe. Surprisingly, he had me hard again five seconds after we stepped under the cascading water and his slick body rubbed against mine. The power behind my orgasm earlier when we were in the screen porch had me so sated I wasn't sure I'd be able to come again tonight. I was wrong. I hadn't calculated the insatiable power of Gage and how my body responded to him. He was a game-changer for me. In no way was I a blushing virgin but this was so much better than anything else I'd done.

He was hard as stone, too, and that gave me all kinds of dirty thoughts, like showing him the level of pleasure that comes from having your prostate massaged from the inside. I desperately wanted to introduce him to that extraordinary experience but Gage was new to this. No way did I want to rush or push anything onto him before he was ready.

My cock flexed when his fingers trailed through my crack and I shivered when his index finger skimmed over my hole. "Fuckkk," I hissed and Gage's gaze hit mine.

"You like being touched here?" he asked.

"Mmm, definitely," I admitted. "There are lots of nerve endings that spark to life when rubbed." I saw the curiosity in his eyes and decided to take a chance and make him an offer I truly expected him to turn down. "Want me to show you how good it feels?"

The shower water pelted against Gage's face and dripped off his dark lashes. He blinked a couple of times as if to clear his vision. "With your finger?" he finally asked.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, and I'll only use one," I promised.

"All right. Go for it," he said.

I saw nothing but trust reflected in his eyes—trust in me. I could never betray the dept of the bond we'd managed to forge in such a short amount of time. It was truly beautiful to see this gorgeous, strong man willingly hand himself over to me, knowing I'd keep him safe and make him feel cherished. And I would. There was no way I'd ever let him down or do anything out of line to what he agreed to.

I cupped the side of his face and stroked his whiskered jawline. "If you don't like this or if you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and we stop," I said.

"Yeah, I will," Gage replied and gave me a sexy half-grin.

I pressed my forehead to his and closed my eyes. "Move your legs apart a little more," I suggested and Gage complied. I pumped some bodywash into my palm and dragged the backs of my fingers down his torso. His muscles twitched and flexed as my fingers dropped lower to his groin. His cock had been hard for quite a while by this point and I could see a small drip of pre-come dangling from his tip like a piece of water-logged spider's web. Seeing it made me want to drop to my knees on the tiled floor, collect the drip on my tongue, and then suck him into the back of my mouth, but that wasn't what we agreed to.

Instead, my fingers played with his balls then pushed behind his sac to rub his taint. I found his crease and dropped a shoulder to reach farther back until I found the indent of his hole. I felt him contract around my fingertip and moaned at the sensation. From the soft noises he was making, it didn't sound like anyone had played with his hole before and knowing he was allowing me the honor had my heart fluttering. I couldn't wait to give this level of pleasure to him.

I smeared the bodywash all around his opening and then slowly pressed the pad of my index finger to his entrance. Gage made a humming sound that I took as encouragement and covered his mouth with mine. His lips opened for me and while our tongues played and teased, I eased my finger inside Gage. His arm wrapped around my waist while the other hand pressed against the tile wall beside my head to steady himself. I gathered more bodywash from my palm and coated his hole again which allowed me to sink in deeper. Ever so slowly I pushed in farther and just as unhurriedly, I retracted my finger before pushing in again. Gage's kisses began to become more urgent, and I returned them with just as much desperation.

"How many fingers is that?" he whispered against my wet lips.

"Just one."

"Give me another," Gage urged, and I complied.

More bodywash was applied and I added my middle finger with my index finger and started the slow process again. This time Gage hissed. I studied his eyes and knew I wasn't seeing pain. I saw lust. He loved this and I could detect the surprise about that within him. He really didn't think he was going to enjoy this but he clearly was. Once I had both fingers snugly inside of his channel, I curled them and found his gland. It was the hitch in his breath that confirmed I'd hit the right spot which had me zeroing in.

Another searing kiss distracted Gage enough for me to work my digits into a better position and then I began a slow stroke over the spongy pleasure center along with an easy slide of my fingers in and out of his tight heat.

"Holy. Fuuuck," Gage said on an exhale.

"Good, huh?"

"Yesss," he huffed. "Wow, I think I can actually. . . come from this."

I licked along his jawline and sucked his earlobe and the tiny hoop earrings he wore into my mouth. "Take what you want from my fingers and let yourself go," I urged. I kept a steady, light graze of my fingers over his prostate before gradually increasing the intensity. Gage was starting to tremble in my embrace and his breathing had morphed into pants.

"Oh god, I'm so close," Gage huffed, and he looked directly into my eyes. He blinked several times as if in total disbelief this could possibly feel this good. "I won't even need to touch my dick."

"Ride my fingers and I'll make you come," I said, and he did. He dropped himself onto my fingers, impaled himself, and gasped before he did it again—and then again. I kept my fingertips pressed to his gland and my hand perfectly still while he chased his orgasm. It didn't take long and I had a front row seat to watch him detonate. He blew apart in my arms. I could feel his release spraying between us and all over our stomachs, branding me every place his come reached. He looked shell-shocked and unraveled. I loved this expression on him. It suited him perfectly and if I could find a way to keep that look on his face every day, I would.

Gage's head dropped to my shoulder while he tried to catch his breath and without asking me what I needed, he wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to jerk me. Once he had control of his breathing, he was able to concentrate on the motion of his hand and I was well on my way. Then those serene eyes of his coaxed me without words until I was right on the razor's edge.

"Come for me," he simply said, while holding eye contact.

And I did.

It was extremely intimate. I felt like I was soaring above the clouds and free-falling at the same time.

We remained in the shower rinsing off and then towel-dried before we fell into his bed. Hours passed while our fingers continued to tease and play, not necessarily to achieve more orgasms but it was as if we needed to remain connected by touch in some small way. It was well after midnight when we brought each other off again with our hands and then Gage crashed into a sound sleep for the rest of the night—still wrapped around me.

I didn't sleep long. My mind raced with all sorts of scenarios all ending with the same conclusion that very soon Gage would have an epic case of the "self-doubts" and realize he wasn't interested in being with a man. Chances were high that our one night together would be just that—one night, and I had to be willing to let go of this childish feeling of wanting more with him.

Gage began to stir around mid-morning. I saw the moment he opened his eyes and I tensed because I expected to see the signs of shock quickly register at the fact he was waking up in bed with me. He blinked to focus but then his face relaxed and his lips turned up into a glorious smile. Not one glimmer of regret, confusion, or panic marred his features and I couldn't believe it was real. How was he so accepting of waking up with a man?

"Good morning, gorgeous," Gage said softly, his face still lit up from a mile-wide smile.

"Morning," I replied, doing my best to keep the anxiety out of my tone.

"Did last night really happen?" he asked.

"It did," I said and bit my bottom lip while I waited for what he said next. This was where his panic would set in, and Gage's meltdown would begin. I was certain of it. What I wasn't so sure of was what I should say or how to proceed from there if he was having regrets.

Gage rolled onto his back and threw his arms over his head. "Mmm, I slept like a rock," he claimed. "Probably because of those massive loads you pulled out of me."

I flashed a grin at him as I threw the covers off my body and came to a sitting position on the side of the bed facing away from him. I ran my fingers through my hair then said, "I can go back to my room and let you do whatever it is you do before you get up." I was in the process of standing when Gage latched onto my wrist.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked. Concern dripped off his words.

"I, ah, thought you'd want some time—alone," I said. "You know, to think things over."

"I don't need to think anything over," he said sternly but his words held no heat. "What I want is you back in this bed. You're warm and I'm hard. I thought we could start the day off right."

I looked at him over my shoulder and blinked several times. Did he just express interest in another orgasm? With me? I couldn't believe my ears. Why wasn't he freaking the fuck out—like any other straight dude would be doing the morning after getting off with a guy for the first time? I know I sure as hell was an anxious mess and I wasn't even the straight guy in this equation.

Gage patted the empty spot on the bed beside him. "Come on, get back in here with me," he said. "I'm not done with you yet."

I rolled into the warm spot I'd just vacated and Gage quickly wrapped me up in his arms again. His nose nudged into my hair and I could hear him inhale. "You smell so good," he complimented, and I melted into him. How he could undo me the way he did was beyond me but I was still so full of doubts and apparently Gage sensed them, too. "What's wrong? You seem tense."

"Me? I'm fine," I stated, trying to fluff it off. "I just figured you might be questioning things this morning and it's why I wanted to give you space."

"I probably should be losing my shit right now because of the filthy things I did with you last night but I can't find a reason to do so," Gage whispered beside my ear. "I loved everything we did, obviously. It was intense and raw, like two animals rutting in the woods. That fact you're a man doesn't change how good it felt to be with you. I honestly don't think I've ever come that hard."

I started to chuckle which quickly turned into loud, maniacal laughter. My whole body was quaking from my misplaced hilarity to the point tears leaked from my eyes. I turned onto my back to wipe the wetness away just to be able to see. I don't know why I was overcome with levity at this level. The situation didn't particularly call for it but I couldn't help myself. I was enormously relieved by his answer and my laughter also released a ton of anxiety I'd been drowning in most of the night.

Gage really did seem at peace with us being together. Maybe it wasn't for me to understand why he'd be so comfortable with himself this morning, but as long as he was, then I guess I was okay with his reaction, too. I just didn't want him to have a sudden reality check and become something he regretted. Nor did I want to be his experiment. Gage might be all turned-on by his shiny new toy but that's not what I wanted to be to him. I already had feelings invested. Being used so he could test the bi-side of his sexuality would ruin me.

I had a strong feeling that we should have an honest dialog about what we were both feeling but it was difficult to concentrate on word articulation when his hand was stroking my shaft. I guess that conversation was going to have to wait until later—after we'd both blown another load.