“Look who’s won,” he said, looking up Reed with a wide grin. The droplets spraying his face were so very welcome he instantly relaxed to their warmth.
Reed laughed. “I mean… enjoy the view.”
Zane hummed and traced Reed’s crack with one finger, gasping when its heat opened to him like a juicy fruit ripe for the taking, and he slid his other hand up Reed’s thigh, to the cock that had fascinated him so much through the Plexiglas.
“That’s not enough,” Zane whispered.
“How can you be hot and ridiculous at the same time? I want you touching me, but I also kinda wanna kick you out.”
Zane tapped his chest in a gesture of mock outrage. “Ridiculous? I am appalled by this callous insinuation,” he said, starting to trail kisses along Reed’s hip as he squeezed Reed’s cock, feeling it slowly harden in response. Reed was such a beautiful man. If they did porn, he’d definitely make sure Reed didn’t shave any of his hair. Not from those tree trunk thighs, not the trail going down Reed’s stomach, not the dense, lovely fur on his chest. He wanted it all to stay.
“That your new dirty talk? Speaking like a Southern Belle while you consider which hole you wanna use?” Reed arched his ass toward Zane in invitation.
Heat flashed down Zane’s body as if Reed had already started jerking him off in return. “You know I always get what I want,” he whispered, exaggerating his accent as he slid his index finger between Reed’s buttocks, teasing the hole with gentle figure-of-eights drawn with its tip.
He had the sense that this time, sex would be different and rubbed his face against his lover’s hip while the warm water caressed his knees below. Unsaid things had been said, secrets had been revealed, and he had a deeper understanding of Reed as a person. He wanted to embrace him with this new knowledge. Reed liked a bit of power play in bed, but Zane had taken it beyond play too many times when he needed to be in charge just to feel safe. From now on, he’d be nothing but kind. Even if kind meant a hard slap on the ass.
Reed rocked his hips against Zane’s hand and flattened his palms on the wall. Such a hunk, and all Zane’s. “I hope what you want is your dick in my ass.”
“You are fast,” Zane said, pulling his teeth over the flesh of Reed’s buttock as he pressed his thumb to the hole. It tightened at first, but the water provided enough lubrication to slide the digit in halfway.
Maybe that was yet another effect of their connection, but in this moment Zane couldn’t imagine wanting to push his dick into anyone else.
Reed’s moan was hotter than the water streaming down their bodies, and the way he tightened his ass on the finger sent Zane’s brain down a one-way street. It always turned him on to see a big, muscular guy like Reed bend over for cock, and the glorious sensation of Reed’s sphincter stretched around his finger brought his arousal to a whole new level. But their bond created an endless loop of excitement where Zane no longer knew if it was his own or Reed’s. Not that it mattered.
“You always make me so horny, so fast. From the day I met you, I can hardly watch porn anymore,” Reed whispered, rolling his body for petting like a cat.
“Then we really need to make some of our own, don’t you think?” Zane suggested and reached up, past Reed’s hip, to switch the water off.
The warm air smelled of Reed’s spicy shower gel, but the scent of arousal was already there, tugging on Zane’s cock until he was almost hard enough to push into his lover.
Their first meeting passed through his head like a movie. In that horrid dream Zane had seen as Reed lost breath, Zane’s past self had been a breath of fresh air passing through a room filled with rotting corpses. Warm, fragrant, his presence made everything bloom and masked the stench. To Reed, he had been everything—the promise of a future that didn’t taste of gunpowder and blood, even though they’d known so little about one another back then.
He’d give anything to be that for him every single day. “Wait. Don’t go anywhere,” he whispered, sliding his thumb out of Reed’s hole.
His lover shivered and spread his legs farther apart. “Not going anywhere until you fuck me.”
Zane moaned, pushing the door open just so he could mold himself to Reed, arms tight around his midsection, cock pushing between spread thighs. “I like a man who knows what he wants,” he said, biting Reed’s earlobe.
He left the stall, shivering as needles of cool air stabbed at his skin on the way to the bed. Without the need to switch on the light to find lube in its usual place, he sped back into the bathroom, climbed into the stall and sank his teeth into the meat of Reed’s nape. He had no more patience.