Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
PERCY
My ass is sore as hell. Not just my hole, but my ass cheeks too.
I can still feel the places where Butch’s fingers dug into my skin, holding on to me like his life depended on it while I rode him.
My cock tingles from the barrage of memories and a smile tugs at my lips before I even bother opening my eyes.
Whatever else happens between us, everything about last night was just… perfect.
The smell of sex is still heavy in the room, and the backs of my thighs are sticky from lube. Definitely going to need a shower and to wash my sheets, but even an extra trip to the laundromat isn’t going to dampen the too-big feeling inside me. I pry my eyes open and roll over.
The other side of my bed is empty. The pillow is all smooshed and the blankets are rumpled, but I’m very much alone.
I guess I kind of deserved that one, considering this is exactly how Butch woke up last weekend after the first time we hooked up.
I’m tasting my own medicine, and I’m really not a fan.
Maybe he had an early training session this morning though.
Or maybe he figured I wouldn’t want him here in the morning.
Sure, the cynical, self-deprecating part of me really wants to believe that he got what he wanted and now he’s over it.
Or worse, that the sex wasn’t as good for him as it was for me, and he didn’t want to hurt my feelings by telling me that to my face.
But my gut doesn’t actually believe that. It just doesn’t feel like Butch.
I push my sheets off and get out of bed.
I clench my ass cheeks to feel the slight ache, needing the physical reminder that last night was amazing, even if I am waking up alone.
Juno must have come home at some point, because I can smell coffee and the distinct scent of blueberries as I’m pulling on a pair of shorts.
I open my top dresser drawer and grab the first T-shirt inside, which turns out to be the crop top I wore to Sweat the first time.
I’m half tempted to toss it back and grab something else, but, on a whim, I tug it over my head.
I glance down at myself. Butch was right, I am starting to have visible abs.
I could actually wear this shirt out in public and not feel self-conscious about it now.
My smile is back in full force as I step out of my bedroom, braced and ready for Juno’s inevitable loving interrogation about how last night went.
“You’re up early,” I say with a yawn. “Thanks for clearing out last—” I stop mid-sentence and glance back and forth between Juno, sitting in the living room with a cup of coffee and a huge grin, and Butch standing in our small kitchen, wearing nothing but his tight red briefs and the apron I bought Juno as a joke a year ago.
He looks up from the stove with a smile that makes my knees quake and waves our Darth Vader spatula at me.
“Butch is making breakfast,” Juno says needlessly, with delight in their eyes and their shit-eating grin getting even wider.
“I hope that’s okay,” Butch says. “I made coffee too.”
“Yeah,” I croak, finding my voice again.
“Yeah, it’s okay. I just thought…” I cut myself off again.
Sure, last night was all about vulnerability and sharing our insecurities, but that’s a lot harder in the harsh light of the morning.
The way his eyes soften, I know he knows what I was about to say anyway.
“No one’s ever made me breakfast before,” I say instead, shuffling into the kitchen to pour myself some coffee.
“Excuse you?” Juno scoffs.
“I meant no one’s ever fucked me senseless, spent the night in my bed, and then made me breakfast. Roommates don’t count.
” I add cream and sugar to my coffee and take a sip, leaning against the counter and watching Butch flip pancakes.
He looks absurdly hot in that too-small apron, with his bulging muscles and the hickey I left on his collarbone.
I want to wrap my arms around him from behind and kiss the back of his shoulder.
I want to thank him for making breakfast and ask if he wants to take a shower with me after we eat.
Last night things felt so couple-y, but the last thing I want is to misread things and get all clingy now that we’ve had sex.
He looks around and drags his eyes over me slowly, lingering on my exposed abs and licking his lips.
“I could have skipped the pancakes with you looking edible as hell this morning.”
Heat rises in my cheeks, and I smile.
“Should I have stayed away longer?” Juno teases.
“Oh hush. Like I haven’t had to suffer through your morning-after flirting.
” I take another sip of my coffee and Butch plates the pancakes, including one for Juno.
“And my man even thought of you. None of your ‘special friends’ ever thought to include me in breakfast.” I hold up the extra plate in their direction.
And then my words actually register in my brain.
“I mean… not that you’re my man. You’re a man and you’re making breakfast…
for me… and for yourself… and for Juno.”
“Shh, quiet time,” Juno murmurs helpfully, and Butch chuckles.
“Here are your pancakes.” He hands me the plate, blessedly not addressing my awkward rambling or that big, fat elephant I just invited into the room.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
BUTCH
The playful bickering between Juno and Percy while we eat is nice. It kind of reminds me of my siblings, or my friendship with Fender.
“Thanks for breakfast,” Juno says, standing up to carry the syrup smeared plate over to the sink. “I hardly got any sleep last night, so I’m going to crash.” A smirk flickers on their face. “I’ll put on my white noise machine, so don’t worry about being too loud or anything.”
Percy groans and waves Juno away.
“Sorry about that,” he says as Juno heads down the hallway, leaving the two of us alone again.
“For what? It’s not like it’s a secret that we had sex.” I stab my fork into the last bite of food on my plate.
“Right, I just didn’t know if you felt comfortable broadcasting it or getting teased about it.” Percy licks the syrup off his lips and stands up, taking both of our empty plates over to the sink to stack them on top of Juno’s.
I turn in my chair, watching him as he fusses around, tidying up the kitchen.
“Rocky, I would take out a billboard telling the whole damn neighborhood I got to fuck that cute little ass of yours.”
His face pinks and he bites his bottom lip, looking at me over the counter for a few seconds. I couldn’t guess what he’s thinking right now if my life depended on it.
“Take a shower with me?” he blurts. “Just a shower though. I don’t think my ass could take another round just yet.” He huffs a laugh.
“Can I at least wash your back for you?” I flirt, and he nods. “Then, hell yeah.”
He finishes wiping down the counters and then I follow him down the hall to the bathroom.
It’s a lot like the one at my apartment—cramped and full of fixtures that look like they were probably installed when the building went up.
He pulls back the shower curtain and the pipes groan a little when he cranks the water on.
When he turns back to me, he looks a little shy.
“I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before,” he admits, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor between us.
“I have, but it was at a gym, before I worked at Sweat. It was, uh…” I rub the back of my neck and chuckle. I probably shouldn’t bring up any past hookups right now, so I just let that hang between us until he barks out a laugh.
“Does that kind of thing really happen? I always wondered if that was real or just salacious stories on the internet.”
“If salacious means slutty, then yeah.”
Percy sputters another laugh, and we both finish undressing.
The air in the bathroom starts to get heavy and foggy, and I greedily catalog all of the faint bruises and bite marks staining his skin from my hands and mouth last night.
After just a few seconds, I can’t take it anymore.
I close the small gap between us and pull him into a kiss.
He sighs against my lips, and his body instantly melts into me.
I cup his ass cheeks gently, and walk him backward towards the shower, only breaking the kiss long enough for us to get in without breaking our necks.
Our mouths find each other again as soon as the hot water starts pelting our skin.
I can taste the sweetness of the syrup still on his lips and the tartness of the blueberries I mixed into the pancake batter.
“Will I be too greedy if I ask to wash your hair for you too?” I grin against his lips, and he smiles right back.
“You’re going to spoil me for anyone else,” he warns, nuzzling his nose against mine.
“Good.”
He turns around and I wrap my arms around him again.
His skin is hot and slippery, and all I want to do is lick every droplet of water off of him until the shower runs cold.
He said he’s too sore for more sex this morning though, so I just let myself enjoy the feeling of my cock against his lower back and kiss his shoulder while he reaches for the shampoo.
“Can I ask you something?” Percy asks, handing me the shampoo bottle over his shoulder.
“Of course.” I pour some into my palm, then hand the bottle back and start working the suds into his wet hair.
“What are we?” His voice is soft and hesitant.
“And I don’t mean that in a ‘define the relationship’ kind of way.
Or… I mean… I guess I do, but no pressure at all.
I don’t think you’re my boyfriend or anything just because we fucked.
But you’re so sweet, and I think it would be really easy for me to get the wrong idea. ”
“Rocky,” I say to stop his nervous rambling, and swallow down a laugh, “I’d say we’re seeing each other. Hopefully exclusively, because having two brothers who constantly broke all my shit growing up made me really fucking bad at sharing.” I nip the back of his shoulder, and he shivers.
“Exclusive works for me.”
“Good.” I nudge him to turn around so he can rinse his hair. While he’s doing that, I fill my hands with more soap and start working on his body, creating suds as I run my hands gently over all of his lean muscles.
Percy sways into me and I wrap my arms around him so I can get his backside, sliding my hands down and gently slipping my soapy fingers between his cheeks. He hisses.
“Are you okay? Did I really hurt you that much last night?” I figured letting him be on top and set the pace would be the best way to go since he hadn’t done it before, but maybe I should have made him go slower.
I can feel a smile stretch across his lips against my shoulder, and he shakes his head.
“I’m sore, but you’re making me horny again.”
My cock twitches and I groan. “How about soapy handjobs?”
“God, you’re smart.” He kisses my shoulder and then reaches to fill his own hand with soap.
He slips his tongue between my lips and wraps his hand around my cock. With a heavy veil of steam filling the bathroom and our moans muffled by the sound of the water and the tangle of our tongues, we stroke each other, grinding our wet bodies together and laughing against each other’s mouths.
“I really like you, Butch,” Percy says with a shuddering gasp, jerking his hips and stroking me faster.
I let out a strangled sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a moan, turning him to back him up against the wall.
“I really like you too,” I grunt, kissing him deeper again, licking into his mouth because I can’t fucking get enough of him. I wish I had a dozen more hands so I could touch him everywhere at once.
My orgasm barrels into me unexpectedly fast. I fuck his fist and growl against his lips, bracing one hand against the slippery tile wall and stroking him wildly with the other.
Just as my balls draw up tight and my body tenses, he bites down on my bottom lip and his cock starts to twitch and pulse in my hand.
“Yeah, baby, come for me,” I groan against his lips, my toes curling and my cock exploding as he shudders and gasps with pleasure. Ropes of my cum splatter over his belly and paint his cock, washing away quickly with the soap that’s all over us and the water raining down between us.
Our kisses turn lazier and my body sags, riding out the last few aftershocks of our orgasms.
“Hit the gym after this?” I suggest breathlessly, just to tease him.
“Fuck you,” he pants, and I chuckle.
“Alright, alright, one hour to catch your breath and then we hit the gym.”
He gives me a scathing look, and I cackle. Then, he reaches for the soap one more time and we finish cleaning each other up.
Ten out of ten, best morning-after I’ve ever had. Best shower I’ve ever had too.