Stefan ran his fingers through Frank’s hair, then traced a line along the side of his face. Frank was tempted to close his eyes, but then he’d have missed the expression on the man’s face, intent, focused, but with an underlying something that Frank couldn’t quite decipher. Didn’t want to. Just having sex would be amazing. He wanted it. Deserved it. Had gone too damned long without.
Stefan traced Frank’s lips with his thumb. Normally, Frank didn’t like that touch. It tickled, but maybe the water eased the friction and he thought it was hot as Stefan’s thumb insistently pushed forwards, his nail briefly grazing against Frank’s teeth. Frank opened up, then slid his tongue along the thumb, flicked across it, taking in the roughness of the pad and the smooth hardness of the nail. He pushed a bit further, glanced up at Stefan as if asking for permission, but Stefan didn’t give him any clue about whether that was what he wanted or not. Frank closed his eyes, welcoming the touch, the invasion that promised more, sucked on it, moving his head along, treating the finger like a very manageable cock.
Whatever Stefan wanted to put into him was all right by him. Toy. Fingers. Or, he hoped, that glorious dick, because it had been forever, and the thought made him shudder.
When he scraped his bottom teeth along Stefan’s thumb, Stefan hissed, pulled his hand back and gave him a gentle slap to the face. Frank’s eyes snapped open, the slap vibrating through his body down to his cock. Shit.
“I didn’t say you could bite.” But there was enough playfulness in his eyes to relax Frank. “I want to give you more.” He stroked himself again, close to Frank’s face. “But no teeth, right?”
Frank shook his head. “Not unless you want them.”
And he’d be damned if Stefan didn’t shiver. “That would be the right answer.” Stefan gently pulled Frank’s head towards him. “Now suck my dick until I tell you to stop.”
Frank didn’t hesitate. Stefan’s cock was a lot for his jaw to handle, but he took it anyway. When Stefan groaned softly, Frank added his hand. In his mind, he saw Stefan face-fucking Chris out on the paintball field, forcing himself into the other guy’s throat, so Frank did his best to imitate that speed and fervour.
“Oh, fuck. My God, Frank, that’s amazing.” But then he gently pressed against Frank’s forehead. “Easy, though. I’m not coming until I fuck you.”
The only thing that kept Frank from moaning “bloody hell” was the fact that he still had Stefan’s dick in his mouth, and since Stefan wanted him to slow down, he did. He couldn’t remember the last time a blowjob hadn’t been for the purpose of an orgasm. A blowjob where the orgasm was forbidden? That was new. And hot. And gave him a reason to taste and touch and explore Stefan’s thick cock. He was cut, something Frank hadn’t encountered before, but didn’t mind at all. He ran his tongue all the way down the shaft, then came up and teased the head with his lips and tongue.
Stefan shifted. Frank opened his eyes, realised Stefan had been widening his stance, probably to keep his balance. His hips were perfectly still; how the hell he did that, Frank had no idea. He’d never been able to hold still while he was in someone’s mouth, but Stefan didn’t move at all. Frank looked up at Stefan’s face. Stefan’s eyes were open, focused intently on Frank, and he ran his tongue across his lips. Water dripped from the spiked ends of his hair and ran down the sides of his face like sweat. Hell, maybe it was sweat. Frank was still under the shower, water rushing over his neck and shoulders, and he was probably sweating too from being so hot and so damned turned on.
Stefan braced an arm against the wall. He closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head back. His lips moved, but the shower drowned out any words he might have said. Then he looked down again, eyelids heavy and lips apart like he wanted to speak but couldn’t.
Frank closed his eyes and concentrated on pleasing Stefan, stroking with both hands as he ran his tongue around the head of Stefan’s dick. His own cock was painfully hard now, and he desperately craved some kind of release. He imagined them on his bed, still wet from the shower and fucking as hard and violently as he’d watched Stefan fuck Mike, and he groaned as he took Stefan’s cock a little deeper into his mouth. At this rate, he wasn’t even sure he’d last beyond the moment when Stefan put on a condom.
Stefan’s abs tightened, and he shifted his stance again. When that hand pushed Frank back again, he really didn’t want to let go. Despite his aching knees and despite all the other things he wanted, making Stefan come in the shower had suddenly become the one thing he really wanted. But Stefan’s hand was insistent. Gentle, but determined.
Frank let him go and tried to catch his breath. Useless. His lungs felt like they’d shrunk, and he kept on panting.
“You’re . . . too good at this.” Stefan managed to sound husky and tender at the same time. “And you’re so ready for more.”
I am.
“Get up.”
Frank got to his feet, rolled his shoulders, and found himself pulled into another kiss that ramped up the tension, especially with Stefan’s cock brushing his. If they didn’t stop this, they’d definitely not get out of the shower before one or both of them came.