I didn't notice when he woke up. I was already in the shower, early in the morning, wanting to wash away the remnants of sleep, sweat, and what we had done last night. Hot water ran down my neck, my body steamed, my muscles slowly relaxed.
I didn't hear any footsteps. Just something, a silence that was suddenly too heavy.
And then a shadow.
I opened my eyes slightly and looked through the steamy curtain. He was standing there. Cody. Naked. Hard. His head tilted slightly to one side. He didn't look sleepy. He didn't look like he wanted to say “good morning” either.
He was watching. Silently. Consciously. Without asking.
There was nothing accidental about it. He wasn't here out of curiosity. He was here out of hunger.
He pulled the curtain back even further and came in. Calmly. Deliberately. As if this were his place. As if he knew I would let him do anything.
I closed my eyes when he stood right behind me. I could feel his warmth despite the hot water. His breath on the back of my neck. And his hard cock already touching my skin.
I leaned my hand against the wall.
“Wasn't yesterday enough for you?” I asked quietly.
Cody ran his lips along my shoulder.
“No. I want you. Here. Now.”
He didn't need to say anything else.
Because I knew what he was about to do.
Cody didn't say anything else. Instead, he pressed his lips to my neck and started moving lower. Slowly, with every drop of water, with every stroke of his tongue, my body tensed up more. I felt his hands move down my sides, my hips, until he finally spread my buttocks and sucked in air through his teeth.
“Fuck...” he muttered under his breath. “So perfect that I don't know if I want to touch you first, lick you... or just go inside you right away.”
I didn't have time to answer. He knelt behind me. Water poured down my neck, and his tongue landed exactly where I wanted it, maybe even more than I knew myself. First, a soft kiss on one buttock. Then the other. And then...
Warm. Wet. His tongue slid between my buttocks and disappeared inside me with such confidence that I moaned, resting my forehead against the cold tiles.
“Cody...” I hissed, but he just held me by the hips and started licking deeper. Rhythmically. Pampering. Without haste.
Every stroke of his tongue made my thighs tremble. I felt... vulnerable. In the best possible way.
“You know,” he whispered between thrusts, “when you took me, I thought I couldn't want it more. But now... looking at you, tasting you... I'm sure you're the one who got me used to this.”
He grabbed the gel from the shelf, poured it on his fingers, and slid one inside. Carefully. But confidently. With his other hand, he held me in place, as if he didn't want me to move even an inch.
“Relax,” he said quietly, close to my back. “I'm just getting started.”
I could feel every one of his fingers. Every trace of his tongue. Every tension in my body trying to fight how much I wanted this. The water was hitting the back of my neck, but it wasn't the water that was burning me the most. It was Cody. His breath. His hands, his weight, which had just moved higher.
“You're ready,” he said. And he didn't wait for an answer.
I heard that wet sound as he put more gel on himself. Then his fingers spread my butt cheeks again and I felt the tip of his cock right where it should be.
I tensed for a moment. Reflexively. But he was patient. He moved slightly along the entrance, rubbing, lubricating, teasing.
“Relax,” he whispered. “I'll show you how much I want this.”
And he entered.
Slowly. Smoothly. Warmly. I felt every inch as if it were sinking into me. My spine arched, my hands slid down the wall. I held my breath.
“Fuck, Matt... you're tight...”
He started to move. Short, calm movements at first. But his breathing quickened. The thumping of his hips grew louder. Faster. The water didn't muffle the sounds, it only emphasized them.
“Yes... yes... yes...” Cody whispered, pushing harder.
And me? I couldn't speak. I moaned. I growled. I bit my own arm to keep from screaming.
He entered me, fucking me like someone who was no longer lost. Cody was no longer that straight guy with beer regrets.
He was the one who possessed me.
I don't know how long it lasted. Time disappeared between the steam, the thrusts of his hips, and our moans. Cody moved like a man possessed, faster, deeper, more precisely. As if he knew my body from the inside. As if he knew where to hit me so that every thought evaporated from my head.
I clenched my fingers on the edge of the tiles, my legs trembling, and his every movement pierced me like a need I had created in him.
“Wait… wait…” he moaned, speeding up like he was losing his mind. “Fuck, Matt… I need this…”
And he entered me one last time. Deep. Hard. He held his breath and exploded inside me with a moan that echoed off the tiles.
His body fell on top of mine. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I felt his weight, his warmth... and something else, his breath on my ear.
“Dude...” he whispered. “That was... too good to keep saying it's nothing.”
I turned my head. I looked him in the eyes.
“What do you mean by that?”
Cody swallowed. There was no joke or fear on his face anymore. Only... the truth.
“Maybe... maybe it's not that I like guys. Maybe I just... like you.”
We fell silent.
Only the water continued to run down our backs. Only our breath, our bodies, the warmth between us, as if no one else existed.
“This doesn't have to end,” I said, feeling that this moment would stay with me for a long time.
“I know,” he replied. “And I don't think I want it to end.”
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