Chapter Twenty-One
The next morning, Rus woke up to find Kaiden retrieving his clothes and heading into the shower.
Dylan had sprawled out across the air mattress; his arm pressed heavily against Rus’ windpipe.
After rolling Dylan off him, he brushed the sleep out of his eyes and tried to adjust to the brightness of the room.
Kaiden’s place got a lot more sunlight than his tiny apartment.
Once the shower turned off, Rus half expected to catch Kaiden traipsing out dripping wet, but minutes ticked by before he stepped out fully clothed in his compression tank, slipping on his oversized work shirt.
“Sexy top.”
“Right back at you.” Kaiden winked.
Rus paused, realizing he had slept shirtless, and then the joke dawned on him.
“Nice.”
Kaiden tugged on his loose-fitting shirt. “Unfortunately, they have zero style.”
Without his corset vests, Rus figured the compression tank offered Kaiden a little comfort.
He wanted to comment on how Kaiden didn’t need them, didn’t need to hide and change in the bathroom of his own home, but he understood that Kaiden still struggled with his body image.
Yes, he’d grown to accept himself, but Rus worried Kaiden would always believe others wouldn’t accept him.
Rus wanted to find a way to convince Kaiden he was comfortable with his appearance in the fullest sense.
Kaiden kept the double doors to the master bedroom wide open as he strutted into the neighboring kitchen and started cooking.
There was a pep in Kaiden’s step as he tossed flour into a mixing bowl.
The sizzle of the pancakes carried a fruity, sweet aroma that roused Rus out of bed.
Kaiden shimmied with a bit of swagger as he grabbed plates.
“Well, isn’t this a treat?” Rus said, staring at Kaiden’s ass.
“They’re protein pancakes, so they’re good for you, too,” Kaiden replied, completely oblivious to Rus’ wandering eye.
“Hey, if you need some extra protein, I’ve got you covered.”
Kaiden made a face, clearly not amused. Then he pointed the spatula at Rus. “Maybe for lunch if you’re lucky.”
“Ooooh.”
“Depends how I feel after retail hell.” Kaiden stacked pancakes onto plates and carried them into the bedroom. “But y’all are welcome to chill here. Internet is up. Wi-Fi password is on the box. Fridge is stocked. I’ll be back around two.”
“Cool.”
“Normally, eating in bed is not allowed.”
“Even ass?” Rus playfully retorted.
Kaiden made a face, trying his hardest not to laugh. “Anyway, feel free to eat in bed since I’m seriously lacking furniture, but please don’t spill crumbs.”
“No worries.” Rus took his plate.
Kaiden stared at the sleeping Dylan and then looked to Rus. Since Kaiden held two plates, Rus shook Dylan.
Dylan woke up but remained groggy the entire time he ate breakfast. He managed one coherent sentence, and that came with a mouthful of pancakes.
“Thank you,” Dylan said as he took a big bite.
Kaiden grabbed everyone’s plates and tossed them in the sink. He quickly walked back into the bedroom and gave Rus a kiss, then followed up by giving the very sleepy Dylan a peck goodbye.
“You two try to have some fun while I’m gone.”
“Not too much fun,” Dylan groaned, still waking up.
“I don’t know, maybe a little too much fun will wake you up.”
Rus snickered and waved goodbye. He sat on top of the covers for a few minutes, scrolling through his phone while Dylan snoozed beside him.
Eventually, Dylan yawned and stretched wide to wake up his sleepy body. “Plans?”
“I’m probably going to shower.”
“Oh, now that’s a fun plan.” Dylan grinned. “We can get dirty and squeaky clean all at the same time.”
“We?”
“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t want to run up Kaiden’s water bill his first day,” Dylan insisted. “It’s conservation.”
“Uh huh.” Rus rolled his eyes and hopped out of bed, swaggering as he made his way across the bedroom.
Dylan rolled out of bed, intentionally letting his large plaid boxers hang low, exposing the deep cut line of his hip.
They made their way into the master bathroom. It was a huge walk-in space, much larger than Rus’ bathroom. While the trailer might’ve looked quaint on the outside, it was anything but inside. The shower itself was massive, with a tub almost as large as a jacuzzi.
Dylan dropped his undies and turned on the water before walking over to the sink and gargling a bit of mouthwash. Rus joined him in that, figuring he still had smoker’s breath. After he rinsed his mouth clean, he went over to the shower.
Rus tested the water, and when it seemed warm enough, he hopped inside, making room for Dylan, who immediately soaked underneath the spray. He shook his shaggy, wet hair and grinned at Rus.
“That’ll wake you up first thing in the morning.”
“If you’re trying to wake up, maybe you need a cold shower,” Rus teased, moving his hand over to the nozzle.
“Don’t you dare.” Dylan swatted Rus’ hand. “It’ll wake me up for sure, but it’ll put this guy to sleep.”
Dylan’s eyes wandered down to his semi-erect cock.
“We wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” Rus stepped closer, looking up at Dylan.
“Not at all.” Dylan kissed Rus.
His stubble tickled Rus. They took their time kissing, letting the water run over them until steam filled the shower. Eventually, Rus broke away long enough to grab some body wash.
“Gotta get clean too,” Rus said, rubbing the soap onto Dylan’s hairy chest and stomach.
He had fun lathering Dylan’s body, covering him in bubbles with a hint of coconut aroma. When Dylan turned around, Rus took his time with his back, eyeing his bubble butt the entire time he worked.
“Let me get you,” Dylan said, retrieving the body wash and rubbing it in, paying extra attention to the tattoos. Rus didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, so he just let Dylan work cleaning away at each one with more effort than the last.
“Turn around,” Dylan instructed with an almost commanding voice.
Rus obeyed. Dylan soaped up Rus’ back, massaging his muscles and taking his time.
“That feels really nice.” Rus rocked his head back, letting the water soak his curls.
Dylan continued soaping Rus up, even turning them to get away from the direct spray, then worked his hands lower. As his hand crept closer to Rus’ crotch, Rus reached out and guided the direction.
“Ah, damn.” Rus let his hand fall and allowed Dylan to stroke him.
When Dylan’s other hand cupped his butt, Rus curiously turned his head back.
“I can stop any time you like,” Dylan whispered, running his soapy hand over Rus’ cheeks.
Rus stood taller in response, almost arching his back. But he didn’t speak; he couldn’t find the words.
Dylan’s fingers gently spread Rus’ cheeks, and one of them traced the rim of his hole teasingly. This went on for some time. Rus half expected Dylan to drop to his knees and bury his face into Rus’ ass. Instead, he continued playing with his hole, exciting Rus with each brush of his finger.
When Dylan’s hand retreated, Rus almost bucked in protest, swept away by the moment, but the quick intrusion of a new sensation startled him. Dylan pressed the head of his cock against the entrance of Rus’ hole.
Rus vibrated with anticipation. He turned his head, meeting Dylan at his shoulder as the pair kissed and grinded against one another. The exhilaration left him breathless, but he was too hungry for Dylan’s mouth to stop. They locked lips as Rus let Dylan pin him to the wall.
Fuck, how it turned him on so much. Part of Rus wanted to brace against the shower wall and push back onto Dylan, explore this tiny throbbing ache, but another part of him shook the fantasy away.
As curious as Rus might’ve been, he was nowhere near ready for something like that. Even the slightest pressure against his hole held this tingling ache he didn’t feel prepared to take.
“Sorry, but I’m not getting dicked down for the first time in a shower,” Rus said with a cocky laugh.
“Hey, we can step out, and I can rail you into the floor,” Dylan whispered, somehow even cockier. “Would you like that?”
Rus’ skin tingled. Fuck, he really would like that. Dylan’s touch was electric.
“And if you’re worried about it hurting, I can be oh so gentle when I pound you.”
“That sounds quite contradictory.”
“Not when you know what you’re doing.” Dylan bit Rus’ earlobe, tugging just enough to tease. “Don’t worry.”
Dylan took a step back, standing underneath the full blast of the water, and grinning as Rus turned to face him.
“When you decide you’re ready to get fucked, I’ll be here.”
“Yeah?” Rus stepped underneath the blast of water, kissing Dylan, and was tempted to tease a bit more. Still curious where things could go.
“Yeah, and with any luck, Kaiden will get quite the show.” Dylan stroked Rus as he kissed him back.
“Hey, we can give him a show this afternoon,” Rus said, licking Dylan’s Adam’s apple.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, so long as you’re willing to bend over.”
“Hmmm,” Dylan growled. “Tempting. But if you’re gonna fuck me, I’m definitely going to have to break you in first.”
“That so?” Rus lightly bit Dylan’s neck.
“A big dicked stud like you? Hell yeah.” Dylan shot this minxy expression. “Chances are you don’t even know how to fully swing that behemoth.”
“I do just fine, ask Kaiden.”
“Well, after you’ve taken a proper pounding, you’ll learn a thing or two.” Dylan continued gently tugging on Rus’ cock. “Trust me, your stroke game only gets better after you take a good dicking.”
Rus kissed Dylan, if only to shut him up. His words were silky temptations, but Rus wasn’t ready to take such a bold step.
The pair panted as they made out, each jerking the other in the shower.