Nothing Special V (Nothing Special 5)

He was scrubbing his bar of soap over his chest when he heard his name whispered in the roughest, sexiest voice he’d ever heard.

“Shawn.”

Tech dropped the soap, almost slipping in the wide shower, just barely catching himself on the wall. He pressed his earpiece. “I’m here,” he breathed nervously. He knew who it was. Jesus Christ.

“I guess I wanted to see if you really had that thing in at all times.”

“Steele.” Tech’s voice revealed his flustered state. He was in the shower, wet, hot, naked, with Steele’s dark voice in his ear.

“Yes.”

“I… What… Is something wrong?” Tech tried to bring his breathing back to normal, he sounded like he’d just finished a race.

“No. Just wanted to test out my new device.”

Tech huffed. He was still bracing himself on the shower wall like Steele’s voice alone was enough to put him on his ass if he wasn’t careful. “You wanted to test it now… right now… after midnight?”

“I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I”?

Tech rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to finish my sh—” Tech stopped. Did he want Steele to know that he was bathing right now?

“You’re in the shower… I can hear the water.”

Steele’s voice had gone even lower, accompanied by a seductive huskiness that Tech knew he’d added on purpose.

“This is not what the earpieces are for.” He tried to move his thoughts away from anything naughty.

“Can you still hear if there’s an emergency?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then. Why don’t you finish your shower…? I have something I wanna say.”

“You can call my cell phone.”

Steele replied slowly. “Hmm. I think I’d like to keep testing my earpiece, wanna be sure the acoustics are just right. You go ahead and finish bathing. I’ll just lie here patiently and keep you company.”

“Oh god,” Tech groaned and picked up the soap off the shower floor. He needed to hurry up since his cock was already thickening.

Steele started speaking again while Tech ran the bar of soap over his thighs. “It’s been bothering me all evening how I spoke to you. How our conversation ended.”

Tech stayed quiet, lathering his body.

“I was never great at rejection. I guess I got a little cocky and thought you’d definitely say yes. Especially after that kiss we shared” He heard Steele let out a soft sigh. “The way you clung to me. The way your body reacted to me. It felt good, ya know. It felt right.”

“Oh fuck,” Tech whispered, unable to stop it.

“Yeah. It felt good. I hadn’t been kissed in a while. You’re good at it. The way you move your tongue.” Steele sighed again, his breath stuttering a bit. “I couldn’t help but be greedy. I wanted more… I still do.”

Tech moaned before he caught himself. He ran his soapy hands over his balls in the pretense of washing them but he never lingered on them this long. After the tenth or so brush over, they surely had to be clean by now, but he didn’t stop.

“But I respect your decision, Tech. I said some things I didn’t mean. I just want… I want you so bad. You’re a beautiful, smart, sexy man… a strong man—”

Tech whimpered, one hand stroking his shaft while the other kept up lazy circles over his balls. No one called him strong. No one called him beautiful. He was eclectic at best. Tech rested his back against the warm tiles and spread his legs. Steele couldn’t see what he was doing, thank god, while he let that sinful voice penetrate his mind.

“Tell me you want me too.”

“I do. I want you so much,” Tech breathed out, lost in the trance Steele was luring him into.

“I’m willing to do the work, Shawn. To have you all to myself.” Steele’s breathing was picking up, too, his words still sensual, but distracted, pained… like he was—

“Oh. Unh.” Tech could imagine Steele fisting himself just like he was. It was so crazy what they were doing, but damn if the image didn’t make him pick up the pace, his back arching off the wall as his need to orgasm made itself known. The steady pressure of hot water beat on his chest, the feeling glorious on his erect nipples.

“Slow down, sweetheart. Not yet.”

Without thinking, Tech did as he was told. His fist had been flying over his engorged dick, the urge to come overwhelming now. He gasped and panted while he stroked a little slower, keeping himself right on the edge; knowing Steele’s words, his voice, could send him crashing over any minute. The Marine knew exactly what Tech was doing now. There was no denying it. But Tech knew Steele was doing it, too. Oh god, he’d never done anything like this. A modern type of phone sex. Steele groaned long and hushed in his ear like he was sneaking around. Tech’s legs shook, his body was seizing up at the thought he was turning Steele on without even saying anything. He was letting Steele run this… whatever this was. Tech was confused how they’d gone from shoving and storming away from each today to jerking off together tonight. He was leaking like an adolescent, using most of it to make his hand glide easily along the flushed skin.