“I’m going to get you dirty,” Bryce told him.
“I’m hoping so.”
“We have to clean up first, though.” He grabbed the soap and a washcloth and started washing up—his hands, chest, legs, his sac and his ass. Bryce didn’t shy away from anything.
Nick grabbed the second washcloth and did the same. The second they were finished, Bryce was kissing him. Water ran down between them as they made out under the spray. He couldn’t remember kissing Jill this much. Maybe it was because he and Bryce hadn’t actually fucked yet, but they sure spent a hell of a lot of time kissing...and he fucking loved it.
He knew the man’s taste by now, his distinct smell, soap and motorcycle.
Bryce turned Nick around, and Nick let him. Bryce pushed him so his chest touched the far wall of the shower, keeping Nick out of the spray. Bryce lined his body up behind Nick’s—chest to back as he kissed and sucked at Nick’s neck and shoulder muscles. “God, I want you all the time,” he said against Nick’s wet skin, making him shudder.
“Me, too,” Nick admitted.
“I’ve never known anyone like you—your honor and sense of right and wrong. Your kindness. You love so fucking big.” Bryce moved to the other side, kissing his neck there. Bryce’s dick slid up and down the crack of his ass. Each time he pushed up, Nick’s stomach flipped in nerves...and his cock got harder.
“I noticed that about you right away. Your loyalty, when you spoke about your relationship with your ex, or your family. That’s a rare fucking gift, Nick.”
He shook his head. He didn’t do anything special. It’s just who he was. “And you’re not the same way? Fuck, do that again.”
Bryce pushed against him again, his dick cradled between Nick’s ass cheeks.
“Nah. Not like you. You make me laugh, too. Most people don’t. I love to laugh, but most people aren’t as funny as me.”
Nick chuckled. “I sure as hell am not the funny one out of the two of us. You’re always making me laugh, you cocky son of a bitch.”
“Cocky, indeed.” He pushed against him harder. Nick’s hands fisted against the wall. “I wanna try something they really seem to enjoy on the site. I wanna lick your hole—just my tongue. Need to get it used to being played with... Since you fingered me that first night, I’ve been playing with my own to get it ready for you. Can I? I want my face between your cheeks and to drive you fucking wild with my tongue.”
“Oh fuck.” Nick grabbed his balls, keeping himself from coming all over the place. “When?”
Bryce obviously knew exactly what he meant because he answered, “In the shower, mostly—just a finger, sometimes two. It’ll be nothing compared to that big cock of yours, when I take it. But right now I wanna hear you tell me how good it feels to have my tongue on your asshole.”
Bryce didn’t wait for him to reply. Hell, Nick wasn’t even sure he could speak. When Bryce kneeled behind him, he found himself automatically spreading his legs and sticking his ass out.
The hesitant part of Nick’s mind didn’t stop spinning—Bryce was spreading his ass cheeks. Bryce was going to lick his asshole. But he still found himself pushing closer as Bryce spread him open.
“It’s all pink and waiting.”
Nick couldn’t stop himself from clenching.
“That’s so sexy. Just think, it’ll tighten up like that when I fuck you.”
And then everything else shut off except the feel of Bryce’s wet tongue as he flicked back and forth over his hole. It was hot and humid because of the steam of the water, but Nick felt Bryce’s cooler breath where he lapped at him. The shower was big enough to keep them from getting wet, but fuck, Nick would willingly drown if it kept him feeling the sensation of Bryce’s tongue on him.
“What does it feel like?” Bryce asked as he briefly replaced his tongue with a finger, rubbing Nick’s hole. Then, his face was there again, no shame as he shoved his tongue between Nick’s cheeks, licking at him like it was his last meal.
Each time Bryce’s tongue touched him, Nick shivered. “I can’t...fuck, that feels good.” Nick wanted closer, wanted more, so he pushed back into Bryce again. “I can’t explain it. It’s like everything starts and stops where you’re rimming me.”
“Can I finger you?” Bryce asked.
“Yes,” hissed passed Nick’s lips without a second thought.
He figured Bryce wet his finger in the shower and then there was pressure there. Pressure and stretching and a slight stab of pain as Bryce’s finger pushed inside him. He fucked Nick with his finger the same way Nick had done to him...the way Bryce apparently did to himself.
