14. Arlo

All those Friday nights in college playing online poker totally came back to me and really paid off. I ended up taking out the final pot against Gordon, and I would have totally thought he let me win if it wasn’t for the shit his friends were giving him.

“Do you think I can come watch a few training sessions?” I ask Gordon as he packs up the chips while Harrison picks up the glasses and loads them into the dishwasher. It’s sweet that he’s always the one helping to clean up after everyone else leaves.

“Probably. Is this for the next children’s book or another project?”

My cheeks burn, and Harrison glances my way.

“You’re working on something, not for children? Is it like a teen book or oooooh is it adult? Are we getting a Gordie Does the Bananas?” he asks, laughing, and Gordon throws a red poker chip at him, just missing his head.

“I was going to write a children’s book to follow up from the first and base it off you, but if you”re going to be like that…”

“No, no, no, you can do that. It will outsell the first one for sure. What will you call it? Oh, oh, oh! I can pose for a picture, so you can get some great images, like the one you showed me that could be a cover shot, don’t you think?”

“Slow down, Harry,” Gordon interjects. “He’s just getting started. Sketching is step one, right?”

“Yeah. I have sort of a story in mind, but if I can come to training it would help me to visualize it. Or at least it helped last time.”

“Sounds like a plan. We have training again tomorrow,” Gordon offers.

“Oh, oh, you can call it, Hit it, Harry!” Harrison blurts, and we all laugh.

“How about, Harry Hits a Homer,” Gordon pipes in, and I stop laughing.

“That’s actually pretty good,” I say, pulling out my phone and making a note of it.

“Except he’s never actually hit a home run, have you, Harry?” Gordon teases, and Harrison starts chasing him around the house. They move outside, and I finish packing up the rest of the chips. The other guys headed home after I beat Gordon and won all their money. I didn’t want their cash, but Gordon said it was the rules.

“Nooo,” Gordon yells, and then I hear the splash. Running outside, I’m in time to see both of them climbing from the pool.

“Dude, my phone’s in my pocket,” Gordon complains, and Harrison laughs pointing to the grass.

“Mine’s good, I tossed it before I tackled you.”

Harrison begins to climb out, too, but Gordon shoves him with one hand, and he topples in again.

Laughing, he makes his way back to the edge. “Your phone will be fine. Those things can get wet now, right?” Harrison says, trying attempt number two of climbing out of the water. As he pushes up, it’s suddenly like he’s moving in slow motion, and I can’t help but stare at the way his shirt clings to his body and highlights his god-like chest and arms.

Gordon’s fuming. “I haven”t upgraded in five years. I doubt this phone has any water protection.”

“Then you were due for an upgrade anyway. You’re welcome.”

I can see Gordon’s face, Harrison can’t, and I try to throw him a look so that he knows it’s probably good to stop there, but I don’t think he notices.

“Your pool is freezing. Want to grab me a towel?

Gordon starts trudging toward the house, shaking the water off his phone.

“I should make you drive home all wet. Serve you right.”

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Harrison says, following him into the house.

Gordon strips off his shirt and throws it into the kitchen sink.

“Fine, you can shower in the guest room,” he says, stomping up the stairs. “I’m going to bed. Arlo, be ready at six to head to the field, okay?”

“I will be,” I reply. As soon as he’s out of sight, Harrison grabs my arm and pulls me in for a deep kiss. His chest pressed hard, cold and wet against mine.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he whispers as he pulls away. “I can’t remember, does this guest bathroom have a lock?”

I smile. “Even better, it has an adjoining door to my bedroom.”

“Amazing, I like to air dry and your bedroom sounds like the perfect place to do that.”

“You want to walk around my bedroom naked while you dry off?”

“Do you have a problem with watching me walk around naked?”

I lean in close, press up on my toes, and whisper in his ear. “I have a problem with you expecting me to just watch. If your ass is going to be out, you can bet I want to do more than stare at it.”

“Ohh, what did you have in mind?”

“Everything, but we’re going to have to keep it down. Do you think you can manage that?”

“That might be a challenge. You might have to gag me.”

He winks, then heads for the stairs before I can respond and strips off his shirt on the way.

We’re so going to get caught.

I show him to the guest room, locking its door to the hallway on our way through. I really should swap rooms and stay in here, at least with a lock Gordon won’t accidentally walk in on me, or me and Harrison.

“The bathroom is through here,” I say, leading the way inside before remembering, he probably already knows that. He’s been to Gordon’s place a bunch before, just not when I’ve been here.

The bathroom has a large walk-in shower and a big bathtub, which is why, when he built this place and asked Noah and me to choose our rooms, I chose this one. Noah has his en suite, but it only has a small shower. This is so much better, and Gordon rarely has anyone stay in the guest room anyway.

“Maybe a bath would be better, my muscles are all sore from training,” Harrison says, stretching his arms out at the sides and then flexing his biceps. It’s fucking hot as hell, and I would love to see him lying back in the tub, bubbles soaping up his toned hard body.

“I think a bath’s a great idea,” I say, reaching over and putting in the plug. I grab my special bubble bath from the cabinet and pour in a decent amount before switching on the tap. Bubbles cover the surface and only grow as the water level rises and vanilla steam fills the air.

“It’ll be a little slippery. I’ll just grab you a towel,” I say, heading back into the guest room. When I return, I find Harrison’s clothes in a pile on the floor, and he’s already lying back in the tub. That sucks, I was looking forward to watching him strip.

“I’ll just put this here,” I say, heading for the door to my room.

“You’re not joining me?” he asks, and his knees pick up out of the water.

“I can, if you want,” I say, and he nods, the cheeky smile on his lips growing wider.

“You might want to find a way to lock all the doors,” he says, and I do that first. I put a chair against my bedroom door handle, then lock the bathroom door that leads to my room, and the door that leads back to the guest room.

When I’m done, he’s turned off the water and is resting back against the tub, his knees still sitting out of the water like islands. Even though he’s seen me naked already, stripping off like this with him in the bath and watching me sends butterflies swarming around my stomach. His hungry stare glides over my body, and I quickly put my glasses on the basin, strip off my jocks and climb carefully into the tub between his legs and rest against the opposite wall. I keep my knees together between his legs, feet close to my body to not accidentally kick him in the nuts, because that would be a surefire way to kill the mood.

“Here,” he says, his hands slipping under the bubbled surface and finding my ankles, then guiding them over his legs. The special bubble bath also acts as a silky lubricant, which is why I bought it. Jerking off in the shower is so much better with the right lube, but I’d never gotten a chance to try it like this. In a tub, with another guy.

Harrison pulls me closer, and the slush of water against my cock sends a shiver up my spine. I raise my casted hand high, it can’t get wet. I really should have opted for the plastic cast version, but it seemed like a whole lot of extra money for the same thing.

But then Harrison leans in and holds my waist, and I slide my uncasted palm down his soapy wet thigh and I wish so badly it was both my hands. He kisses me, softer this time, and I lower my cast to the side, resting my elbow on the tub so that it can sit out and not get any splash over. His mouth moves slower. Like he’s savoring every moment. I know I am. Every moment with Harrison is like I’m dreaming. Half because I never thought anyone who looks like him, and who’s so kind and generous and sweet would want a geek like me. And half because when I’m with him, I’m the best version of me. Confident and now, after his guidance, sort of actually flirty.

I move my hand from his leg to his cock and wrap my fingers around his base. He moans into my mouth, and I pull away and shush him.

“You have to be quiet, remember,” I say, giving him a slow stroke under the water. His eyes close as he sucks in a breath and then lets it out slowly.

“It might be harder to achieve than I thought.”

I pout. “I had hoped to do more, but if this is too much for you to handle, maybe I should get out and let you have your bath.” I let go of him and shift like I’m going to climb out, and he pulls me closer, my balls pressing up against his, and electricity pulses through them.

“I’ll be quiet, I promise,” he says, and then he kisses me again.

His arms wrap around my legs, grabbing my ass and sliding me over his lap. All soapy and wet, it’s so fucking good, but I wriggle out of his hands and shift back so that I can get my hand between us again.

I stroke him a few times, wishing I could be caressing his thigh with my other hand. On the downstroke, I let one finger slide into the crease of his ass, teasing his hole.

He bites his bottom lip, his head leaning back as he shifts his ass closer to me, sending me back a little, and the water sloshing around us and over the edge of the tub onto the floor.

“Do you like that?” I ask in a hushed whisper, and he nods. “What about…this?” I ask, and on another downstroke, I press the pad of my finger against his hole until it slips a little inside. His ass tightens around it, but his smile tells me all I need to know, and I move it deeper, edging in further. I slide out and work his cock again. His body relaxes around me, opening, expecting it, drawing it inside, and then I add another.

His back arches up a little, and his ass lifts from the base of the tub, splashing bubbles over the sides.

“Here,” I say, maneuvering myself so that I’m kneeling between his legs. He lifts his feet out of the water, resting his ankles over the edges of the tub, and my fingers bury deeper.

“Ahh, now this is almost perfect,” I say, and he frowns.

“What would you need to make it perfect?”

“Your cock not buried by all this water and bubbles,” I reply softly, and he reaches behind himself and pulls the plug. The water gurgles down the drain slowly revealing everything I wanted to see.

“Better?” he asks.

“Perfect,” I reply, and I begin working his ass with my fingers again. Now that the water is gone and only the lubricant bubbles of the special bubble bath remain, my fingers are sliding like silk inside him, and he”s opening for me so easily. I slip in my thumb and start stretching him open further as I push them deep. “How about for you?”

He shakes his head. “So good,” he says, lifting his ass and lowering it down in time with my movements. He holds my gaze and does it again, moving with me, helping to push my fingers deeper and stretch him wide. My cock throbbing and thickening, leaking, begging for more.

“Do you have any… protection in here?” he asks in soft, ragged breaths.

I nod and slip my fingers free from his ass and carefully climb from the tub. The floor of the tub is as slick as my fingers, and I really don’t want tonight to end with a trip to the emergency room if I happen to fall and crack my head open. He starts jerking himself off slowly as he watches me grab a condom from the bottom drawer and roll it over my rock-hard cock.

I cover it in more of the bubble lube, hold the base and climb back in, crossing my legs between his. He lifts his hips, and I glide under him so that he can lower himself as he likes. He moves slowly, his taut ass drawing me in and clenching tight around my throbbing cock with an exquisite pressure. When he bottoms out, his ass rests in my lap, and now it’s his turn to shush me.

“Holy shit,” I say as his cheeks sit heavy against my balls, and his ass pulses. His sculpted chest glistening, wet and slick and even more god-like than ever.

“We need to go slow,” he says, his voice soft, pleading almost. And as he leans back, grips the edges of the bath, and starts to rise, his head goes back, and he sucks in a shuddered breath, then lets out a soft moan.

It’s like there’s a balloon inside my chest, growing with every moan, every pant, every clench of his fingers on the side of the tub. I’m doing this to him. I’m making him feel this way, and fuck it feels great.

I keep one hand wedged between us, holding the condom in place because with the amount of bubble lube coating us, I’m not convinced it would stay on, on its own. The fingers of my other hand dig against the edge of the cast, wishing it could be wrapped around his cock. It would almost be worth the trip to the hospital to have it redone if it got ruined by the lube, except then I would have to explain how it got ruined.

We go slow at first, his ass clenching down hard around me at every thrust, then as he starts to grind a little in my lap and pick up pace, keeping quiet becomes really fucking difficult for both of us. He’s so beautiful, riding me, all glistening and chiseled and perfect. He reaches over and brushes the loose strands of hair behind my ear.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he tells me, and my smile grows so wide my cheeks sting and his blush a perfect pink.

“You”re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”

“I’ve never been called beautiful.”

“Get used to it.”

Electricity is coursing through me as I watch his toned muscled body flexing and relaxing over and over. He grinds in circles, and his dick is swinging around, teasing me, and I can”t take it anymore.

“Grab hold of that perfect cock before I do, cast be damned,” I whisper, and he purses his lips for a second like he’s considering letting me do it, but then he lets go of his thigh and finally gives it the attention it deserves. The attention it’s been begging for while my cock owns his perfect tight ass.

“I’m so close,” he breathes, and then he’s bouncing and grinding faster. He works his shaft with each thrust, and as the energy inside me builds and builds and my balls pull up tight, his grip on himself tightens, and I come, hard, filling the condom as his ass draws out every last drop from me. He explodes a second later, coating his stomach and chest in creamy ropes.

“That has to be the best bath I’ve ever taken,” he says with a smirk, lifting himself up and off me so that I can move back. I climb from the tub, remove the condom and wrap it in some paper, before tossing it in the bin. Gordon doesn’t come in here, he has plenty of other bathrooms in his house, but his cleaner would probably appreciate the extra effort.

“You were amazing,” I say, wrapping a towel around myself and unlocking the bathroom door that leads to my room.

“You’re leaving already?”

“I thought maybe we could continue this in my room. There’s a pillow you can bite down on if you have trouble keeping quiet.”

He practically leaps from the tub, not even bothering with the towel, picks me up, and throws us both onto my bed with a thud.

“Sorry, okay, quiet starts now,” he whispers, and then I shove him back against the mattress and press my hands against the hard muscles of his chest.

“Let’s see if you can keep it that way,” I say, then lower myself down, kissing from his chest, down his stomach over his mound as I lift his knees and spread him wide. I suck one ball into my mouth, and he shudders, then as I hold them up with one hand I run my tongue down his taint to his hole.

“Holy shit, Arlo. That’s so good,” he breathes quietly.

“Shhh,” I say with my lips lightly touching his entrance. His fingers clench down on fistfuls of blanket, and I press my lips against him and push my tongue inside. After fucking him in the tub, he’s still so open for me, and as he lets out a little squeak, I wish I could really hear him enjoy this. Although having to stay quiet is a major turn-on, too. I can’t wait to see how much I can get him to squirm before he comes again. Only this time, I intend to have that gorgeous cock in my mouth when it blows.