Three Days in May
by Toby Johnston
Chapter 7
Quarterback
As the sound of the Suburban's engine faded into the distance, Ash and I didn't waste any time. We knew the clock was ticking, and neither of us wanted to be weighed down by logistics later. We dropped into the hollow of his campsite and went straight to work. He quickly sorted through his things, deciding what he absolutely needed to keep, while I jammed it all into his two duffel bags—one from home, and the other one he'd liberated along the way.
A lot of the heavier gear he decided to just abandon. There was no practical way to bring the tent, the Coleman stove, and the rest of the camping gear—it was all his dad's anyway. We just left it standing; someone would find it and make good use of it eventually. We hauled Ash's two packed duffels along with mine back to the edge of the pine brush and hid them securely in a sharp gully about fifty yards up the beach from where we normally came out. We kept just our cinch sacks with a change of clothes, and the encrypted radio, of course.
There, just inside the edge of the thick cover of the brush pine, we finally stopped. We'd only had that one fleeting kiss in the surf all afternoon, and with the chores done, the sudden, vast emptiness of the beach settled around us. Both of us were completely starved for each other.
We just stood there, inches apart. I could feel the heat of the late afternoon sun still radiating off his skin. Our hands found each other's hips naturally, resting right at the soft curve where our skin disappeared down into our swim trunks. I ran my thumbs along the shallow hollows on either side of his hips. I just needed to touch him, to feel his warmth, and to inhale the intoxicating, saltwater-and-sun scent that was purely Ash.
Every touch. Every look. Every whisper. Everything. It was all still so incredibly new. It had been barely two days. But it felt like two entire lifetimes. Two incredible, earth-shifting days. Just last night, we'd gone from admitting we were falling to being completely, utterly fallen, all in the span of a few short hours. Today had been torture; our only true alone time had been our brief shower this morning. But even with the chaos and the danger, just being near Ash—talking, touching him, or even just watching him exist—had deepened my feelings for him in a way I didn't think was possible.
I leaned forward and gently rested my forehead against his. The second our skin met, we both let out a simultaneous shudder and a heavy, ragged sigh.
"Ash," I whispered, feeling a hot tear cut a path down my cheek. "Today was so much fun. Just hanging out; playing in the surf. I feel like such a stupid, love-struck teenager, but I can't help it. It's all just so overwhelming. I love you, so much."
He pressed his forehead gently back against mine, his fingers digging in and squeezing hard against my hipbones.
"I love you too, Gray," he breathed, his voice cracking with emotion. "The whole time I was watching you sleep this morning…I just kept thinking how beautiful you are. How kind. How brave. When I can't touch you, it actually hurts. The entire time I was trapped, suffocating in the back of that car, you were all I could think about."
I couldn't have felt squishier inside—an incredible, wonderful kind of squishy. Any remaining restraint completely dissolved. I pulled him tightly against me, plastering his sun-scorched chest flat against mine, and kissed him. There was nothing soft or gentle about it this time. It was the deepest, most intense, passionate kiss I could ever think of giving another human being. His tongue immediately battled mine for dominance, and his hands dropped down to my butt, his fingers digging in as he pulled my hard cock flat against his.
I whispered a hundred more I love you's while we were kissing. Against his lips. In the crook of his neck. Tangled in his hair. Pressing into his shoulder. He might have whispered two hundred back to me; I completely lost count. We were both panting heavily, chests heaving against each other, when he finally broke the kiss apart.
He looked suddenly shy in the fading light, almost embarrassed as he bit his lip. "Your promise?" he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rush of the surf. "About having me… completely in control?"
I blushed, a sudden wave of self-consciousness hitting me. "Yeah, sorry. I was just talking, Ash. I didn't know when to shut up."
Uh oh. That jaw set instantly. Ash stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, quiet intensity that made my breath catch.
"Don't apologize," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "Last night was just the beginning, Gray. But we only got halfway there. Tonight, I want the rest. I want what you promised—me against the wall, you calling the shots. Just the thought of it...Gray, it's such a massive turn-on. It's exactly what I want."
Hearing him say those words—seeing this powerful, confident guy lay his desires right out in the open for me—sent a wave of pure, fiercely protective heat rushing through my veins. It wasn't about power for the sake of power; it was the overwhelming realization of how much he trusted me. He was handing me the reins, and I loved him too much not to take them.
Reaching out, I slid my hand up his neck, my thumb hooking firmly under his lean chin to tilt his face up to mine. I deliberately stepped into his space, crowding him, letting him feel the sudden shift in my posture.
"You ready?" I murmured, my voice steady, leaving zero room for doubt.
His breath hitched, his eyes wide and dark with desire in the fading light. He couldn't even find his voice; he could only nod against the firm pressure of my hand.
"House. Shower. Now ," I ordered.
Giddy with anticipation, we giggled like little kids as we bolted through the thick brush. Ash led the way, navigating the dark, twisting paths effortlessly; if I'd been in the lead, I would have gotten us hopelessly lost in the shadows. He spun around the second his bare feet hopped onto the weathered, splitting remains of the porch, his arms instantly flaring out to catch me.
Instead of crashing into him, I skidded to a sharp halt just inches short of his chest. I deliberately took a step back, folding my arms and leaning casually against the porch railing.
" Strip ," I commanded, keeping my voice low and completely even.
The lingering surprise on his face instantly shifted. His blue eyes went incredibly wide, and he let out a sharp gasp, his chest hitching as if he'd suddenly forgotten how to breathe. Then, a slow, sly, devastatingly-wicked smile spread across his lips.
He planted his feet wide, taking a dominant quarterback stance right in the center of the porch. To punish me, he took his damn sweet time, an impressive feat for a guy wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of surf shorts.
His hands went first to his chest, his palms slowly roaming over the heavy mounds of his pecs, his fingers lingering to pinch his own tight nipples while keeping his eyes locked dead on mine. Then, he turned his hands downward, spreading his fingers wide as he dragged them down the narrow, flat expanse of his stomach. His fingertips traced every deep-cut, asymmetric, iron-hard line of muscle defining his abdomen. I had the feeling he's done this before; for the mirror no doubt as opposed to a person.
It was my turn to gasp. Completely operating on pure instinct, my hand dropped down, gently rubbing the heavy, leaking length of my cock right through the fabric of my damp trunks.
If he could have unknotted his drawstring with his teeth just to torture me further, I bet he would have. Instead, he used his fingers—each movement agonizingly slow, deliberate, and deeply sensual. Even the harsh, ripping sound of his Velcro fly tearing open was drawn out to an unbearable degree.
The dark, plum head of his cock popped into view first, pulsing in the twilight, followed by the heavy, darker length of his shaft...inch...by torturous inch. Finally, he gave his hips a wicked little shimmy, easing the waistband down side-to-side until the trunks slipped past his knees and crumpled to the deck.
He stood there, naked in the fading twilight, not a stitch of clothing left on him. Just bare skin, muscles, sharp tan lines, and those beautiful blue eyes. Totally exposed; and completely mine.
"Your turn, Aquaboy " he smirked, his voice dripping with confidence.
"Oh, game-on, Quarterback ," I chuckled.
I tried very hard to maintain my cool, dominant persona, but on the inside, my brain was rapidly cycling through a frenetic mental checklist of over-the-top next steps. I couldn't just do the exact same thing he did; as intense as it had been to watch him, it would be completely lame on my part to just follow suit. My options were severely limited, though—like him, I was only wearing a pair of surf shorts. Shit this I'm in control thing wasn't easy.
Simultaneously, I was riding a sudden, overwhelming wave of pure awe. Watching him stand there, exuding that effortless, wicked confidence, did something wild to me. This wasn't just Ash letting me take the lead; this was him throwing down a gauntlet.
The sheer contrast between the vulnerable guy I'd comforted in the surf and this magnetic, fierce force on the porch was intoxicating. It made me respect him as much as I desired him. He was matching my energy, challenging me to step up, and it made me fall ten times harder for him right then and there. God, if I was in love before this, what...what...do you call it now?
But if he wanted a battle for dominance, he was about to get one. He had called Check ; it was time for Checkmate .
I drooled. Come on, Aquaboy, spit, water ... it fits.
I pooled the biggest, thickest wad of saliva I could muster right into the shallow valley between my pecs. I casually but quickly shifted my arms to my hips so as not to impede the descent. The slick, glistening moisture quickly hit the center groove of my abs—my personal sluice—and oozed steadily past each hard row of muscle. I sucked my stomach in as the wet heat pasted over my tight belly button, letting it slide smoothly under my waistband and disappear from view.
Ash let out a shallow, ragged pant, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips as his eyes tracked the glistening trail down my skin. Before that first line could even dry, I let go another heavy, thick string, letting it rope down from my chin to join the first. I kept at it, continuously generating more slick moisture, painting a wide, wet path straight down my front until my entire chest and stomach were completely streaked and sparkling in the light.
Overwhelmed by the display, his hand instinctively reached down for his throbbing cock.
I let him get his fingers on his shaft for a fraction of a second before I intervened.
"Nope," I smirked, my voice dropping an octave. "Don't touch it. Just watch."
It was time to drop my trunks. Keeping my eyes locked dead on his, I slowly tugged at my drawstrings, then deliberately pulled open the Velcro. I flexed my ass hard, bouncing myself up off the railing just enough to let them fall. The shorts dropped instantly to my ankles, revealing my throbbing cock, heavily framed by the glistening streaks of saliva that had slid beneath my waistband and ended up seeping into my trimmed pubes.
Ash's eyes dropped instantly, tracking exactly where I wanted them to go. I watched his face as he stared, utterly transfixed by my cock.
I dipped my fingers into the slick pool of saliva on my lower abs, first tracing the stark, hard lines of my Speedo tan very low on my hips. As my fingers crossed the line behind my heavy, swollen shaft, the smooth skin gave way. I could feel the sharp prickle of emerging stubble.
"Hmm. A little stubble," I murmured absently, my fingers lingering on the rough texture. I looked up, catching his breathless gaze. "Time to shave soon…or maybe I'll have you do it for me."
Ash's eyes flicked back up to mine for a fraction of a second, and he visibly gulped. Then a giggle, "Oh, yes, Aquaboy , I volunteer."
Keeping his gaze locked, I shifted my fingers slowly back up my torso. Dipping into the wetness. Painting my skin. Spreading the saliva into every single groove and tracing the outline of every lean, defined muscle. Ash was completely mesmerized by the show. I watched it all play out across his face—his wicked smile faltering into a daze, his heavy panting, his wide eyes, the sharp hitch in his breath. And then came the ultimate sign of his surrender. A heavy, glistening bead of pre-cum gathered at his slit, detached, and formed a lengthening, slow-oozing string that stretched down toward the weathered wood of the porch.
I snickered, the triumph rushing through me. " Checkmate , Quarterback …"
I slowly moved toward him, a visible swagger in my step, grinning from ear to ear. I still had to work hard to maintain my own aloofness and control, but wow, this was fun. Then, we touched. Down there. Slick tip to slick tip. I gently swayed my hips, making our shafts slide ever so slightly against each other, maintaining that intense, wet contact.
"Back up," I hissed, keeping my voice low. "But don't break contact…"
It had only been two days since we first met, but we were already completely in sync—a team. He knew exactly what to do. Step for step, we matched each other's rhythm. Eyes locked; his with a serious twinkle. Our tips never parted, caressing each other with every agonizingly-slow backward step until we were standing directly under the wide showerhead.
Reaching past him, I felt a surge of gratitude for the modern thermostatic handle on the wall. There would be no icy shock to kill the electricity humming between our skin; the temperature dial was already locked into a perfect, steaming preset.
I threw the lever wide, tilting Ash's head up and back into the cascading warm spray.
Reaching for the bottle we'd used this morning, I poured out a dollop of shampoo and began gently, slowly washing his hair. The water streamed over us as my fingers worked through his strands, and I leaned in close, whispering directly into his ear the entire time—telling him exactly how much I loved him, how he made me feel, how breathtakingly beautiful he was, and how he was entirely mine.
When I finished, I pressed the slick bottle into his hands. "My turn."
He didn't waste a second. Ash covered the back of my neck with soft, warm kisses while his fingers sunk into my hair, massaging my scalp with a perfect, deep pressure. It all felt so incredible. I leaned back into his chest, completely giving in to the sensation. I didn't even chastise him when he made the independent decision to grab the soap and begin washing my body. His sudsy hands traced the steady flow of water down from my broad shoulders, smoothing all the way down to my tapered waist. He was maddeningly thorough, making sure I was completely clean everywhere—even slicking his fingers lower to clean me on the inside back there.
I turned around under the spray, presenting my front for the same exquisite attention. I tucked my hands behind my head and leaned back against the wet wood, stretching my already lean, elongated torso to give him full access. He took his damn sweet time, revisiting my pits, my chest, and the rows of my abs multiple times until my skin was tingling.
Looking down at him through the water, I smirked. "You should probably kneel down to wash the rest of me."
He let out a breathless little giggle, but he complied without a shred of hesitation, dropping down onto both knees on the wet cedar floor. His face remained tilted up toward the spray, his eyes locked dead on mine as his soapy hands moved over my thighs.
Operating on pure, possessive instinct, I took my throbbing cock in my hand and gently stroked his wet cheeks with the slick tip.
"Such a good boy," I murmured.
He looked up at me, a silent, questioning look in his eyes. I gave him a firm, encouraging nod. "Just the tip, though..."
He opened up, taking the head of my cock into his warm mouth and swirling his tongue all around it. A violent shudder ripped through my spine. It felt incredible, and looked even more amazing—his lips stretched tightly around my swollen shaft. But I only let him have it for a few seconds. It wasn't even a dominant power move on my part; it was pure survival. If I let him keep going, I would have cum right then and there.
I gently pulled back. "Your turn," I whispered, my voice thick. "Stand up…"
I started with his front. I loved touching him. I was learning the lines of his body, uncovering all his hidden triggers—not just through sight, but purely by feel. Following my lead, he tucked his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wet enclosure, the warm water coursing heavily over his mounded chest and rushing into the deep, carved grooves of his abs. We had all the time in the world, and I was in no hurry.
I dropped down to one knee, starting at his feet and working my slow way up his legs. I slid my soapy fingers into the tight creases of his thighs, back underneath his balls, and finally up to gently wash his swollen orbs themselves. Just like I had our very first time, I worked to modulate him, using my hands to bring him right to the razor-thin brink of release before pulling him safely back down. It was such a massive turn-on, an absolute thrill, to tease him like that and hold his pleasure entirely in my hands. I ever so carefully soaped up his shaft, deliberately staying clear of his hyper-sensitive head.
Except, I fucked up.
All it took was the briefest, accidental brush of my fingertip along the underside of his crown.
He came instantly.
Ash's entire body bucked violently under the spray, catching him completely off guard just as he was trying so hard to stand perfectly still for me. He couldn't hold it back. Six powerful, heavy shots blasted through the cascading water, hitting me right in the face.
I stood back up, my own chest heaving as the warm water hitting it mingled with the thick heat of Ash's cum dripping down off my face. He looked down at me, his expression suddenly crestfallen, his voice trembling through his panting. "Oh, Gray. I'm so sorry…I couldn't…it just…"
I broke character for a split second and giggled, my eyes twinkling right along with his to let him know he hadn't actually ruined a single thing. But then I instantly masked back up, letting that smooth, heavy dominance slide right back into my voice.
"Naughty boy, Ash," I grinned, stepping deep into his space. "Naughty..."
I raised my hand, took my thumb, and slowly, deliberately swiped it upward through the thick white streaks coating the side of my face. I held my wet, heavy thumb right in front of his lips.
"Open," I commanded softly. "Tongue out..."
Ash complied instantly, a heavy shudder ripping through his frame as his mouth parted, his breath coming in shallow, ragged pants.
I pressed my thumb heavily onto his tongue, feeding his own heat back to him. "Suck it clean."
He wrapped his lips around my digit, and I repeated the motion, swiping the moisture from my cheeks and pressing it into his mouth again and again, until my face was completely clean, and the water washed away the rest.
Even after releasing, his cock was still hard as steel, pointing straight up into the streaming shower water when I turned him around to work on his back. I leaned in so close my lips brushed the shell of his ear, my voice dropping to a low, possessive rumble over the sound of the spray.
"This is it, Ash. Time for me to completely own you. Your first time taking my cock, deep inside you—but it won't be your last. Are you ready?"
He nodded frantically against the wet wood. All I heard was a desperate, breathless "Please ... " that was half-drowned out by the rush of the shower.
Despite how badly my own body was pulsing, I still went slow. I started with those muscled, powerful shoulders, smoothing the lather down his corded back to the tight, beautifully rounded curve of his ass. He instinctively spread his legs for me, and I parted his cheeks, working my slick, soapy fingers inside.
"All I have is soap, Ash," I murmured, my breath hot against his wet shoulder as I gently stretched him. "Have to try to make you as slippery as I can…"
"Lube," he whispered into the wood of the stall, his voice muffled by the water.
I shook my head, my finger pausing for a second. "I know, Ash. Don't have any though."
"Yes...in my surf shorts...pocket..." he panted out, tilting his head slightly. "I brought it..."
My brain stalled out for a split second before the reality clicked in.
"Oh, shit! Really?" I barked out, completely losing my cool, dominant persona in a flash of pure, unadulterated joy. "Ash, you're a fucking genius! Oops—hang on. Umm…time out! Think sexy thoughts, I'll be right back!"
I scrambled out of the stall, my feet sliding dangerously on the slick cedar deck. I wiped out completely, landing hard on my ass and skidding across the wet porch to grab Ash's discarded surf shorts. My wet, soapy fingers fumbled frantically with the Velcro pocket until I finally hauled out the slick, glorious bottle of lube.
I glanced back into the steaming stall. Ash hadn't moved an inch. He'd stayed right where I left him, his hands planted flat against the weathered wood wall, his head bowed, his legs still back and spread wide for me under the pouring water.
The sight of his complete, unwavering obedience hit me like a physical blow. The goofy grin vanished from my face, replaced instantly by a wave of intense, heavy heat. The time-out was officially over.
I slipped back up behind him, stepping close enough that my chest brushed his wet back. Squeezing a generous amount of the lube onto my hand, I slid a slick finger deep into his crevice, circling his tight pucker before pressing inside.
I slid it in easily, shuddering at the intense, velvet heat of his insides. I moved my finger from side to side, feeling the incredible softness of his walls, then began a slow, deliberate in-and-out motion. I leaned forward, whispering right at the edge of his ear, "First finger, Ash. Only two more, and you're ready…"
Adding more slickness, I worked a second finger inside. It was tight, but he didn't wince. Instead, I felt his muscles push out against me, relaxing into the intrusion. He knew exactly what to do. I spread my fingers slightly as I worked them in and out—stretching him carefully, like any proper athlete preparing for a grueling match.
Then, it was time for the third. I watched the hard muscles of his back tense up as he took the added width, his fingers gripping the wet wood of the wall. I held still, letting him process the invasion, until I felt his body slowly relax as his pucker finally got used to the girth.
I pulled my fingers free with a wet slurp, leaving Ash trembling and completely open under the spray. Reaching for the bottle, I poured a heavy, cold stream of lube straight down my throbbing shaft, the sudden chill making me hiss before my own body heat melted it slick.
I stepped back in, pressing my front flush against his wet ass, letting him feel the massive, unyielding weight of my cock slotting perfectly into his crevice, my shaft rubbing up and down against his eager pucker.
One last tease. I leaned over his locked shoulder, blowing softly across his ear, my voice dropping to a low, gravelly vibration that cut right through the roar of the water.
"Feel that, Quarterback ?" I growled softly, blowing a hot breath against his wet skin. "That's the exact size of what's about to stretch you open. You're prepped, you're slick, and you are completely mine. Tell me how bad you need it."
"Oh, Gray," he moaned, his head dropping as his ass pushed back blindly against me, trying to force the connection. "Fuck me…hard…please…"
I leaned back just a fraction of an inch. I like to watch. Anchoring one hand firmly around the heavy ridge of his hipbone, I took hold of my cock with the other—pointing it, pressing my swollen head right against his twitching hole.
I pushed forward, and he pushed back. For a split second, his pucker held firm, unyielding—and then it gave way. I actually felt it open before I saw it. The muscle spread, widening and letting the broad head of my shaft ease inside, the tight ring closing hungrily around the edge of my crown.
Ash gasped, a loud, echoing sound that cut sharply through the roar of the shower.
I froze, keeping my body perfectly still. Reaching around his side, I flattened my palm against his stomach, rubbing his skin in slow, soothing circles to help calm his spiking heart rate. I leaned close, whispering right into his ear—no more domination play, just pure, soft comfort.
"Deep breaths, Ash. Deep. Try to relax for me. The first push is always a shock. It hurts, and then it fades...and then it's so good."
He nodded against the wall, consciously slowing down and taking very controlled, deliberate breaths. I felt his inner muscles flex, squeezing tightly around my crown before his shoulders finally dropped and relaxed.
He gave me a small, breathless nod. "More..."
I pushed forward again, slowly sliding in another couple of inches of my length. I halted right there, letting him absorb the new fullness. I kept my hand on his stomach, rubbing in soothing circles, before sliding my palm lower, down between his thighs, to gently wrap my fingers around his cock. It was hanging down now from the intensity of the stretch, but it was still solid. I slid my fingers along the thick, heavy length of it, stroking him with a steady, comforting rhythm until I felt it swell and pulse right back to life in my hand.
I swirled my fingertips in slow, teasing circles around his slick crown, whispering right against his cheek. "I'm halfway in, Ash. I think you can take the rest now. Is that okay? Is that what you want?"
"Please, yes," he whimpered, his fingers tightening their grip on the wet wood of the wall as his hips trembled against mine. "Gray...So big...stretched...inside, I can feel every bit of you…"
A sudden, wild, emotionally overflowing giggle spilled from my throat, completely catching me off guard. "Me too, Ash. It's never felt like...so amazing...I just..."
I trailed off, the words tangling in my chest. In that exact fraction of a second, a blinding wave of clarity hit me. I wasn't a virgin. I'd had plenty of sex before—but that was mechanical, physical where bodies just clicked together. But as I stood here in the water, buried halfway inside the boy I loved more than life itself, I realized this was entirely different. It was a completely new language. Standing here with Ash, I felt like a virgin all over again.
My heart hammered violently against his shoulder blades as the raw emotion of it completely broke me. I didn't want to wait anymore. I couldn't.
Gathering his hips firmly in my hands, I leaned my weight forward. Slowly, steadily, and with a breathtakingly heavy pressure, I pushed the remaining inches of my shaft home, burying myself all the way to the hilt inside him. Ash's head snapping back against my shoulder as our bodies finally locked completely together under the pouring water.
I held him tight against me, wrapping my arms around his broad torso to anchor him. I kept working his still-hard cock with a slow, soothing rhythm, while my other hand moved up his chest, gently playing with his pert little nipple. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could to get him past the pain.
"I love you, Ash," I whispered fiercely into the side of his neck, my lips brushing his wet skin. "I love being totally inside you. You're so warm. So tight..."
He positively vibrated in my arms, his knees going slightly weak as he sank even deeper against my chest, giving me every last ounce of his weight. "Love you so much, Gray," he murmured, his voice thick, trembling, and entirely undone. "You...my first...so special... amazing..."
It was like he was completely overflowing with all these massive, overwhelming feelings and absolutely had to get them out, but his brain couldn't quite connect the words into a full sentence. I didn't care. I knew exactly how he felt.
Against the length of my shaft, I could feel the tight ring of his pucker finally beginning to soften and relax, yielding completely to my weight.
"I'm going to start moving, Ash," I whispered against his wet neck, my hands tightening slightly on his hips to anchor us. "Slowly. Just little thrusts at first, so you can get used to the friction…okay?"
"I'm ready. So ready, Gray," he panted. Then, a breathless, shaky little giggle escaped him. "But I don't think there's anything little about what's inside me right now. I think your cock just got way bigger than mine."
"I don't think I've ever been this hard in my entire life, Ash," I gushed, the raw truth spilling out of me without a single bit of filter. "It's all you. It's us...being together like this."
I started with those promised little thrusts, pulling out just an inch or two before easing right back into his deep warmth. Every time I slid forward, Ash's cock surged and throbbed against my palm—a beautiful, undeniable sign that his body was loving every second of it.
Encouraged by the way he softened around me, I lengthened the stroke, pulling out a few more inches before pushing back in.
Ash caught the cue instantly. He started rocking with me, establishing a breathless, desperate rhythm. As I pulled back, he would thrust forward into my waiting hand, stretching the friction and making even more of my shaft slide out of him. Then, the moment I surged forward, he would thrust backwards with his hips, meeting me halfway like he was trying to drive me as deep inside his body as I could possibly go.
Our voices began to tangle in the air. Deep moans, breathless grunts, and sharp, helpless whimpers combined into a wonderful, raw soundtrack that echoed off the wet wood of the stall, cutting straight through the heavy downpour of the shower.
The heat was building, the lube making every single glide incredibly slick and frictionless. Soon, the small movements weren't enough for either of us. I began pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the broad head of my cock still buried inside his tight ring, letting him feel the agonizing tease of the empty space.
Then, locking both of my hands securely onto his hipbones, I leaned back and delivered a single, powerful, unyielding thrust that drove me straight to the hilt.
Smack.
The wet slap of my groin slamming loudly against his muscled ass cracked through the stall like a whip. Ash let out a shattered, breathless wail against the wet wood. "Yes! Gray, own me ...more. Faster."
I delivered. I locked into a relentless, punishing pace, slamming into him again and again. The friction was blinding. Ash frantically knocked my hand away from his crotch, needing to set his own blistering speed as he began pumping his own cock.
I seized his hipbones with both hands, digging my fingers into his skin and pulling him back hard against every single forward thrust. My entire body was flexing, rocking as fast as I could possibly move, completely consumed by the heat. One wet smack became five, became twenty, blurring into a steady, deafening rhythm that echoed over the roar of the shower.
Suddenly, Ash's taut pucker violently spasmed around my shaft, gripping me with a series of tight, electric contractions. I recognized that specific, high-pitched whimper-whine in the back of his throat—he was right on the fucking edge.
The feel of his climax squeezing me broke my last thread of control. I surged with everything I had left. My head almost popped all the way out on the withdrawal, before I buried myself hopelessly deep to the hilt. An intense, undeniable tingle exploded at the base of my spine.
"Oh...Ash...I'm... yes ..."
I bucked completely out of control. Clutching his hips and holding onto him for dear life, I emptied shot after shot of thick, hot cum deep inside him. Somewhere in the middle of my explosion, Ash completely let go. I felt his body lock up as he started cumming hard, his tight pucker violently clenching and spasming around my shaft with every pulse of his own release. Fuck, the dual friction of it was so intense I could barely breathe.
When the storm finally passed, the complete exhaustion hit us, and both of us collapsed heavily into each other. Still thick and hard inside him, I kept up a slow, subconscious nudge of my hips, pushing my cum deeper into his core.
I dropped a hand down to cover his trembling fingers, helping him slowly milk the final, lagging strokes of his own cock until he was completely spent. I buried my face in his neck, kissing him everywhere I could reach—tiny, breathless, I love you kisses against his wet skin.
" Fuuuck ," he gasped, his chest heaving violently as his legs trembled beneath him. His heart was pounding so hard I could feel it drumming straight through his back into my own chest. "Jeez...Gray...my God...that...was...incredible..."
A sudden, giddy bubble of laughter spilled from my throat, and then I was laughing out loud—completely, beautifully out of control. I was just so overwhelmed by the sheer scale of what we'd just done. A second later, Ash started laughing too, the sound breathless and wet against the roar of the shower.
My arms wrapped tightly around his chest, locking him to me, while his hands came up to grip my forearms. His head tilted back blindly onto my shoulder, and I buried my face right into his wet hair, completely anchored in the steam.
"Most intense for me too, Ash, ever. Like...not even close to anything I've done before," I managed to gasp out, my chest still heaving against his back. "Fuck, we're a good team…"
He twisted around in my arms, looking so angelic with the water slicking his hair back and his skin flushed pink from the heat. "Our first time. Damn...think what it'll be like when we're experts in each other…"
"Think of how incredible all that studying will be," I giggled, resting my forehead against his wet temple.
He took a deep, ragged breath, his warm eyes searching mine in the steam. "The whole owning thing, Gray...that was a whole other level. How did you even know to do that?"
I knew the answer, sort of. Deep down, I knew exactly where it came from, but I didn't know if admitting it meant I was an idiot, or just insecure, or what. Actually articulating the truth out loud? That was a whole other challenge.
I took a deep, stabilizing breath of my own, staring back at him and trying to find the words to say it right.
"Last night, when you made love to me...it was so incredible, Ash. Seriously, so amazing. I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world right then but right there, having you inside me. But..." I trailed off for a split second, swallowing hard against the sudden heat in my throat. "But I felt like I had to make sure you knew that I'm both. I love being the bottom for you, but I love being the top. We're equal partners. Does...does that make any sense at all?"
Ash smiled, like the sweetest smile I've ever seen. "Makes total sense. Equals. Teammates. That's what I've always wanted. That's what we are... Quarterback and Aquaboy ...and what we'll be...always."
My chest swelled so hard I almost teared up right there under the spray. It was all I could think of, the only truth left in my head. "I love you...so much."
"Love you more," he grinned, a sudden, wicked flash of a challenge lighting up his eyes. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, thrilling purr against my skin. "Oh, but next time? Look out. I'm going to own you. You just gave me a ton of brilliant ideas… and I cannot wait to put my own spin on them."
Down below, pressed flat against his wet thigh, I felt myself instantly starting to get hard all over again.
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