“Little over an hour.”
“Shit. That means we’ll have to rush.”
Wes smiled against his mouth. “In over an hour?”
“Oh yeah.” Reluctantly, Braden pulled back and nodded toward the door. “Shower with me, Wesley.”
Suddenly it was like neither of them could get there quick enough. Wes tossed the albums to the bed and shoved to his feet. They were both moving out the door, through the house and down the hall with quick feet and laughter.
Braden stumbled into Wes when they got into the bathroom, almost making him fall. Their mouths meshed together in a mixture of kisses and laughing.
“You want me.” Braden ripped his shirt over his head.
“And you’re always trying to make me admit to shit.” Wes’s shirt was gone, then he pulled out of his pants.
Braden’s almost hard cock ached at the site of his firm ass, two globes he wanted to sink his teeth into and his dick between. “Hurry up!”
“What are you talking about? I’m naked. Stop talking and take your clothes off.”
Wes reached into the shower and turned it on. Braden made quick work of his pants, pulling a rubber out of his wallet before getting rid of them.
Wrapping his arm around Wes, Braden leaned down a little and let his mouth slam down on his. They almost tripped again climbing into the shower, but Wes kept them up. As soon as they were in the small stall, Braden dropped down.
“Fuck.” Wes ran a hand through Braden’s hair, already looking blissed-out and Braden had yet to touch him.
He planned to remedy that. Now.
“Mmm. I don’t know what I want more, your cock or your ass. Oh, I know.” He licked his tongue down Wes’s thick shaft. “Eenie.” Then he pushed Wes so he stood sideways and Braden could reach his ass. He bit into the closest cheek. “Meenie.” Wrapped a hand around his shaft. “Miney.” Then turned him all the way around, pushed him so Wes’s chest leaned against the shower wall. “Moe.” He traced Wes’s crack with his tongue.
“Fuck...” Wes shivered, and Braden smiled.
“You like that? I do, too.” Water rained down on them as Braden lapped at Wes’s hole. Wes moaned, moving his ass closer to Braden’s hungry mouth. Braden let his tongue swirl around Wes’s pucker, his nails squeezing into Wes’s right cheek. Jesus, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get tired of this. He loved the feel of Wes against him. The sounds he made. Being the one to bring him pleasure.
Braden pushed a finger into his tight hole, using his other hand to thread between Wes’s legs to wrap around his dick.
Wes’s hips rocked forward and backward, fucking himself on Braden’s finger and also thrusting into his hand. “Holy shit.” Wes dropped his forehead against the wall of the shower. “Keep that up and I’m going to come.”
Braden pushed in deeper, twisting his finger. “That’s the point, baby.”
“But I want you to fuck me. Wanna come while you’re fucking me.” He looked down, over his shoulder at Braden, and damned if his breath didn’t fucking catch. Seeing his taut, lithe body as water poured down it, that goatee that drove him fucking crazy, the need in his eyes and the smile that Braden was starting to consider his. The one he only saw when Wes looked at him. He wanted to keep it there.
“Well, since you asked nicely.” Braden winked and pushed to his feet. He grabbed the condom from the edge of the tub, opened it and rolled it down his shaft. The water was their lube and the ass play already prepared Wes. Braden wrapped his arms around Wes’s stomach, lined his chest up to the man’s back, and pushed inside. His cock jerked, his balls burned with the need to come, surrounded by all that tight heat.
“You’re not moving,” Wes groaned.
“You want this over before it starts?”
“Come on, Roth. You’re better than that.”
Yeah, he was. Or he’d make himself be. He pulled out and thrust forward again. He let go of Wes’s waist, pulling the man’s hands over his head and threading their fingers together from behind as he made love to him. It wasn’t just fucking right now.
Their bodies slapped together. The water started to turn cold, but it wasn’t enough to put out their fires. He kissed Wes’s neck, let go of one hand when the man obviously wanted to jerk himself off. But Braden wanted that, too, so he twined their fingers together so they could both jack Wes.
It went quickly after that. As soon as Wes’s muscles clamped around him, a curse pulled from Wes’s throat and he came in their hands. Braden shot, too, his orgasm drowning him in a series of waves.
