The next day, Lucien returned to the pool, nervous and excited in equal measure. He had spent the whole night thinking about Eren—replaying every second of their encounter in the locker room.
He dove in and tried to focus on swimming, but Eren’s green eyes and that teasing grin kept breaking through. After twenty laps, he gave up. He couldn’t take it. He just wanted to know if Eren would come back.
Lucien hadn’t seen him in the pool, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t around. Maybe Eren had opted for the small wooden sauna that day. He liked the feeling of steam trailing across his body—like the heat and sweat washed his thoughts clean.
Lucien imagined him there, eyes closed, chest gleaming, skin flushed. And then the memory of their kiss flooded back. That kiss under the shower. The water pounding down as their mouths met blindly, hungrily. The taste of Eren’s tongue, the tremble in his body—it was still vivid.
When Lucien entered the locker room, he saw him right away—standing with his back turned, near the same row of lockers. Eren was still in his wet swim trunks, the fabric clinging tightly to his round, perfect ass. Lucien took a deep breath and walked over. Eren tensed slightly, sensing him, but didn’t turn around.
"So you came back," Lucien whispered, surprised by the confidence in his voice.
Eren turned slowly to face him. His green eyes sparkled.
"Did you doubt it?"
Lucien shook his head with a quiet smile and opened his locker beside Eren’s.
This time, there were no words—just motions they already understood. They started undressing as if continuing a ritual. Their eyes said everything: not surprise, but hunger. Lucien looked again at Eren’s body, still in awe, even after touching it yesterday. Eren stepped in, running his fingers across Lucien’s chest like he knew the way.
"Feel like picking up where we left off?" he murmured.
Lucien nodded with a shaky smile, the heat rising fast inside him.
They grabbed their towels and walked silently to the back of the locker room. Eren opened the last individual shower—the one where no noise from the hallway could reach them—and locked the door behind them.
The light inside was soft, the steam still hanging like a damp veil. The tiled walls were slick with condensation. Lucien hung up his towel and turned to face him. They were both naked now, standing close, breathing hard, eyes full of fire.
Lucien’s cock was already fully hard. Eren stared at it openly, biting his lip with a wicked grin.
His own was rising too—curved upward, thick and twitching.
"No one’s going to interrupt us," Eren muttered, stepping forward. "Close your eyes… I want to see you let go."
He held Lucien’s gaze, but this time his voice softened into something real.
"Kissing you was easy…" he said, looking down at Lucien’s naked body. "But this… this is different. It’s more intimate. More real."
Lucien froze, recognizing the honesty in his words.
"I’ve never done this… but I want to try it. With you."
Lucien’s breath caught. There was no sarcasm in Eren’s voice. No swagger. Just truth.
"Do whatever you want," Lucien said quietly. "No pressure."
Eren swallowed hard, looked down at Lucien’s rigid cock, and then slowly dropped to his knees.
His mouth opened, easing around Lucien’s glans with a warm, wet glide. His tongue flicked at the head, circling it slowly. Lucien moaned. The glans pulsed inside Eren’s mouth—hot and swollen.
Eren sucked deeper, little by little, adjusting to the girth with effort.
"Fuck… you fill my mouth," he murmured, lips still brushing the tip before taking it back in.
The salty taste of the glans, mixed with warm, thick precum, melted on his tongue like something new to master.
"Don’t stop…" Lucien gasped. "You’re driving me crazy…"
He grabbed the edge of the tiled wall, the cold biting into his palm as his breath came faster. Eren’s hands held his hips firmly, guiding the pace. His tongue moved with shocking skill.
Eren grabbed his own cock tightly, jerking it in desperate strokes. His hips bucked, matching the rhythm in his mind.
Their moans echoed through the small stall. Drops fell from the ceiling. The steam made everything around them seem to shimmer.
"I’m gonna cum… Eren… I’m gonna…" Lucien moaned, voice cracking.
He came hard, his body shaking. Thick, hot jets of cum hit Eren’s tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Eren choked a little but didn’t pull away. He swallowed almost everything, his throat working with each pulse.
"Shit…" Eren whispered, lips still wrapped around the base. "You’re gonna make me explode..."
As Lucien trembled from release, he felt Eren’s thighs press against the floor. Eren’s hips bucked wildly, his body seizing up.
He came with Lucien still in his mouth. A deep, ragged moan ripped from his throat.
His hand pumped furiously as his cock erupted in thick, hot spurts, coating his abs and dripping from his fingers to the tile below.
Lucien looked down, dazed. Eren knelt there—hair tousled, lips shiny with cum, chest rising and falling—his belly streaked with his own climax. He swallowed the last of Lucien’s load and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still grinning.
"Damn," he said, breathless, voice hoarse. "Now I can say I like you… for real."
"Never done that before…" he added, panting. "Doing it with you… that was fucking intense."
They were still catching their breath, wrapped in the heat and steam of that stall.
"You coming back tomorrow?" Eren asked, cock still half-hard, pressing it playfully against Lucien’s softening one.
Lucien nodded, still breathless. Eren smirked, turned away, and tossed him a wink.
"Tomorrow, it’s your turn. And this time… don’t hold back."
"That was better than unlocking a secret level," Lucien said, laughing against the damp tile.
Eren glanced over, chest still heaving, and gave him a sideways smile.
"You’re such a fucking nerd… And I thought my best drop was in a music track… But this? This beats it."
Lucien stayed there, catching his breath, watching Eren walk away with that confident, cocky stride. And he knew, without a doubt: tomorrow, they’d cross an even deeper line.
