Chapter 62

62

ZACH

I hurried to move the towels to the dryer, my heart racing with the implications of sharing a shower. Everything felt like it was coming so fast, and the last thing I wanted was to take things to a physical place only to have it result in a setback. I was terrified of losing the ground we'd gained. What if we took this step only to take three more back? Alternatively, what if this drew us closer? It had been his suggestion to shower together. I had to trust he knew his own mind.

Resolved, I made my way down the hall to my bedroom, where I could already hear the shower running. Smiling, I pushed the door open only to stop in the doorway, stunned by the sight in front of me. Three-quarters of the shower walls were made of glass, allowing me to see every inch of Jason, from head to toe, including his cock, which he was lazily stroking while I gawked at him.

"You gonna get in, or did you want me to put on a show?"

Jesus . For a guy who had always been a little reserved when it came to sex, he'd sure found his confidence. It was sexy as hell. He was sexy as hell.

I began stripping out of my shirt and shorts, never taking my eyes off him as he continued to leisurely rub his soapy hands all over his body. I'd admired the physical changes in him since I'd returned to Astaire, but looking at him now, stark naked with water sluicing over every one of those carved muscles, my mouth ran dry and my cock leaked.

As a teen, Jason had played football and baseball, and he'd had the body to show for it, but now, it was evident that as he'd matured out of his teens and into adulthood, he'd put in the work to build strength and definition into his broad frame. I wanted to trace every curve and valley with my tongue.

I opened the shower door and stepped inside, letting the steam billow around me as I acclimated to the water temperature.

"I've missed seeing you like this." I dragged my fingertips down the center of his chest. "You're beautiful."

He closed his eyes, giving a full-body shudder at my touch. "I missed your hands on my skin. It's been a long time."

Something about the way he said it made me think it wasn't just that I hadn't touched him in a long time but that there hadn't been anyone who'd touched him in a long time.

"Has there been…anyone else?" I shouldn't have been so hung up on that point, but I had to know.

He opened his eyes, his gaze locking with mine. "I haven't felt attracted to anyone since you, so no, there's been no one."

I tried not to sag under the weight of the pressure. He'd gone nine years without this kind of intimacy. I understood it was different for Jason. He didn't have the same lust response most people did, or even really felt the need for sex most of the time. But to not be touched, to not be held or shown physical affection from a lover… It was hard for me to imagine going without that for so long. And it all added another layer of guilt because it was my actions that had put him in that position, and I hadn't lived the same kind of celibate life.

"I've, uh, been with other people. Not like different people every night, but yeah… Does that bother you?"

"I can't say I love it, but, honey, those people don't have any place here. It's just you and me in this shower. I don't want to talk about anyone else." He placed his hand behind my head and pulled me closer. "I don't want to talk at all."

He took my lips in a possessive kiss, effectively erasing any thoughts I'd had about anyone or anything other than him. His taste. His scent. The feel of his tongue tangling with mine. The scrape of his teeth against my bottom lip. The pinch of his fingers as he held on a little tighter than necessary.

I stepped closer, wanting more , and hissed when our cocks brushed against each other. I gave up on thinking, and instead, running on instinct, I reached my hand out and wrapped his dick in my fist. Before I could give a teasing stroke, his hand flew to mine, stopping my movement. I pulled away from the kiss, afraid I'd gone too far and crossed a boundary without his consent.

He rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. "I'm about two strokes away from this being all over. Nine years, remember?"

I chuckled, relieved I hadn't made a wrong move. "We have all day, baby. I can get you off now, and we can go again later. Really take our time then."

"No…I mean, yes to later…but also, I'm not ready to be done yet."

"Okay. We'll go slower." I kissed him softly. "I'm going to let go of you, then I want you to turn around and face the wall."

He did as I asked while I grabbed the body wash and poured some into my hand. I took my time as I ran my soapy hands along his skin, starting at his wrists, moving up his arms, then across his shoulders and back, around to his chest and belly, skirting his cock and ass, and continuing down his thighs, calves, and all the way to his feet. The entire time I worked, he uttered little sounds of pleasure that went straight to my cock, which was still leaking and straining, aching for more contact. I ignored it, wanting to focus on him and his pleasure. He'd waited nine damn years, after all.

I put my hands back up on his hips, slowly sliding them down the curve of his ass, working my way toward his crease. "Can I touch you here?"

"God, yes," he choked out, making me smile.

I slid my finger between his cheeks, stopping when I found his hole and giving it a little tap. He jolted, and I paused. "Still okay?"

"Yes. Um, yeah."

"You sure?" I started to withdraw my hand. "You can absolutely say no, and we'll try something else."

"No. I mean yes. Yes, you can continue. I just wasn't expecting…"

"You weren't expecting?" I found his pucker and applied the slightest bit of pressure with my index finger.

"I wasn't expecting to like it."

Oh. Fuck.

I'd had penetrative sex with two other men in the last nine years. One had preferred topping and the other bottoming, which had led me to discover I was vers. I'd be happy to bottom for Jason if that's what he wanted, but damn, I hoped he'd let me inside him too. This seemed a promising sign, but time would tell.

I continued massaging his hole, letting him adjust to the sensation and the pressure. I wanted desperately to reach around and stroke him with my free hand, knowing that would maximize his pleasure, but I restrained myself, not wanting him to spill just yet.

That didn't mean I couldn't take my own pleasure at the same time. I stepped forward so my dick was pressed against the side of his flank, groaning at the friction his skin provided against my sensitive erection. I pressed kisses against the skin at the nape of his neck as I nudged my finger forward. "You gonna let me in?" He was tight, his muscles clenched against the intrusion.

"I don't know how to…"

"Breathe, baby, and try to relax."

I pressed again, but he was still clenched tight. I started to pull my hand away, thinking maybe this was too much for him today, but he reached around and stopped me, holding my hand in place.

"No. Don't stop."

"We don't have to do this today. Or ever if you don't want to."

"I want to. I do. Please." The neediness in his voice convinced me, but I stepped back, trying a different tactic.

He started to turn, his eyes pleading with me to continue, but when I dropped to my knees, his eyebrows skyrocketed. "Hands on the wall. I've got you."

He whimpered but did as I asked, and damn, he was a sight to behold. This big, strong, gentle giant of a man, offering himself to me, trusting me with his body. It was a privilege and an honor to be the only one who'd ever seen him like this. I was his first, and damned if I didn't want to be his last.

His only.

I took hold of his ass, spreading his cheeks to get a better look at his pucker, pink and perfect and ready for my tongue. I leaned forward and teased his entrance, flattening out my tongue and licking slowly across his hole over and over again as he rocked back against me. I kept it up, picking up the pace, savoring his taste and the little needy sounds he made.

I repositioned myself, pointing my tongue and pressing the tip inside before he could overthink it and tense up again. This time, Jason groaned, his entire body shuddering at the sensation of my mouth pressed against the most intimate part of him. I continued working to soften him, adding the tip of my finger alongside my tongue, driving them both in and out as he writhed against me.

I pulled my mouth away while leaving my finger in place, pressing in farther until I was past the first knuckle. I kissed and bit at the meat of his ass as I searched for that sweet spot I knew would light him up.

When I found it, he jolted. "Fuck. Oh shit, what was that? Oh my God, do that again."

I obliged, laughing as he let loose another stream of curse words. I stood, keeping my finger inside him, debating whether I should add a second. He had to be close to coming, based on how he was squirming on my hand. I wasn't sure a second finger was necessary. I kissed his shoulder, sucking a small hickey into his skin. "Can I touch you now?"

"Yes. God yes. Please."

The whiny tone of his voice was so unlike him that it had me smiling. He was so responsive, so alive under my touch. I liked to think I was a considerate lover, but I could honestly say I didn't think I'd ever taken so much satisfaction from pleasuring someone. I wanted to come, desperately, but I wanted him to come more .

I reached down, grabbed his dick, and stroked in time with the motion of my finger.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit."

The phrase got louder and louder with each stroke until he stiffened, arching his back and sucking in his breath as he painted the shower wall with his cum. I removed my finger, grabbing his hip to keep my balance and continuing to stroke him with my other hand while he coated my fist with his release. He grunted and groaned his way through it, his body shaking with the effort of keeping himself upright, until eventually, he pitched forward, resting his forehead against the tile while he struggled to catch his breath.

Desperate for my own release, I wrapped my cum-soaked hand around my cock and began to stroke vigorously and without mercy until, moments later, I painted his ass and leg with my cum.

He turned, pulling me into his arms as we both struggled to catch our breath. "That was…wow. We are definitely doing that again."

I laughed. "Maybe we should get some lunch first?"