He opened one eye lazily and looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Right.” He closed his eyes again and shook his head.
I kissed him softly. “Look at me.” I waited until his eyes opened. They took a second to focus and I fought a smile, but I kept my face just inches from his so he had to look at me. “You are the sexiest guy I’ve ever met. You’re intelligent, talented, funny, and you made me come in a matter of minutes.”
He blushed again and tried to look away. I gently put my fingers to his chin and kept eye contact. “You’re a remarkable guy, Andrew. I’ll just have to keep telling you that until you believe me.”
He stared, just stared at me, and I couldn’t have looked away even if I wanted to. Finally he cleared his throat and smirked. “Now, I’m not strictly opposed to staying here all day with you, but maybe we could shower? We’re a bit, you know…”
“Sticky?”
Andrew chuckled. “Uh, yeah. And our clothes are a mess. Well, actually, it was your shirt.”
I pecked his lips and rolled off him. “I liked that shirt on you too,” I said, offering him my hand to pull him off the bed. “I think we might need a trip to the laundromat.”
“I have a washing machine at my place,” he replied. “We could just go there.”
I looked at my bed. “My sheets are a mess too.”
He glanced at the rumpled bedding and shrugged. “Well, if they need washing, we could make sure they really need washing.”
I laughed at that. “Are you suggesting something?”
He ran his hand up my arm, across my chest, and up to my jaw, where he gently scratched my beard. “I am suggesting something, yes,” he whispered. He pulled my chin between his thumb and finger and drew me in for a kiss. “I think we should shower first.”
“Together?”
“Yes.”
Wow. “Okay.”
He slid his free hand down my stomach and over my still-open fly and palmed my half-hard dick. “Is this okay?”
I groaned out a laugh. “Ah, yes. Very okay.”
He licked his lips, and my eyes trained in on his tongue. He gave me a squeeze. “How big is your shower?”
Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. The shower wasn’t huge, but I didn’t care; we were both fitting in it. I turned the taps on, then turned to face him. He was still shirtless, and his trousers were undone. I could see the bulge barely concealed in his briefs. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I murmured. I stood against him, our fronts completely touching, and I whispered against his lips, “And you have a dirty mouth.”
He smirked. “It’s always the quiet ones…”
Smiling, I kissed him and slid my hands over his hips and pushed his trousers down. Then I cupped his balls and watched as his eyes swam and his breath hitched. I kissed him, his mouth open and willing. He wrapped his arms around me and slid his hands over my arse, pushing my jeans and briefs down in one go.
It was different being naked in front of Andrew. I was almost nervous, which was a new thing for me. It was like I was stripped of more than just clothes—like he saw me.
He was glorious naked. He was well-defined and well-hung. He was circumcised and a good many inches long, hanging proudly from a nest of blond pubic hair. The skin over his chest, stomach, and arms was flawless. Not a mark, not a scar, just pale and perfect.
His eyes scanned over my body, my tattooed arms, bare chest, and down to my cock. When his eyes met mine again, he looked a little drunk. I chuckled at him and stepped into the shower.
“Something funny?” he asked, following me into the cubicle.
I soaped up my chest and washed the dried come from my stomach. “Not at all.” I let my head fall back in the stream of hot water and quickly washed my face before handing him the soap. Only when I opened my eyes, he was on his knees and the water was streaming over him as he looked up at me. “Oh, Jesus.”
“It’s not funny now, is it?”
I laughed anyway and leaned my back against the tiles but kept my hips were they were. “God, Andrew.”
“Is it okay if I taste you?” he asked, his voice gruff.
Oh, fuck. My belly tightened at his words. “Do I have to beg?”
He put his fist around the base of my length, and I made the mistake of looking down at him. Because, fuck. The head of my cock was at his lips, and his eyes were dark, his skin was wet and his tongue… oh God, his tongue felt like heaven when he licked me.
I softly threaded my fingers through his hair. Not guiding or urging. I just needed to touch him. Then he took me into his mouth, and my stupid brain short-circuited.
He kept one hand around my shaft, the other cupped my balls, and his mouth worked the head. And he sucked my orgasm right out of me.