Chapter 10
After we both found our breath back, I studied Sam’s face.
I had been comfortable with my sexuality for a long time, but I didn’t know about him. He was the kind of man who, even if his family hadn’t been homophobic, would still struggle with something like this. He looked back at me steadily.
Sam spoke less, but I had always found it easy to read his eyes, especially when we were alone like this.
He dropped his guard for me. And his eyes let me in.
Right now his gaze was telling me that he was at peace.
He was ready to do this with me. I didn’t see any struggle, any regret, not any confusion.
Then I remembered something that I thought would help him feel a little bit more comfortable with our new dynamic.
“I want to tell you something.”
He tilted his head in question.
“Adrien and Grant?”
“Yeah?” he asked.
“They are together now.”
He raised his eyebrows. He was still sitting next to me on the bed, both his arms resting on either side of my shoulders, leaning over me.
I lifted my hand and pressed it to the side of his face.
I had always wanted to do things like that, and the delight of being granted such simple pleasures made me giddy with happiness.
He closed his eyes briefly, soaking in my touch.
I couldn’t believe that I was finally able to do everything my heart desired with this man.
“Yeah. Grant has been in love with Adrien forever. I used to tease him about it, and then a few days ago they got together. They’re not going to come out publicly, but I wanted you to know. It’s not just us.”
Sam opened his eyes and looked down at me. I could see that I had done the right thing by sharing this news. Then suddenly he chuckled and shook his head.
“What?” I asked with a grin, not knowing why he was laughing. “What’s so funny?”
He blew a breath. “No wonder Grant gave me the supplies out of the blue.”
I frowned. “What do you mean? Our camping supplies? I’m sure somebody would be getting them restocked, right? Or we could always go back.”
He shook his head. “Let me show you.”
He left the bed and walked over to the table where a plastic bag sat. He picked it up and walked back. I flung the blankets off and swung my legs and sat up. I tested my balance. There was no vertigo. Nothing. I felt as fit as ever.
I took the bag from Sam’s hands, opened the top, and peeked in.
Then I started laughing too. Sam was grinning down at me, his cheeks turning pink.
One by one I took out the items from the bag.
A very, very long strip of condoms. A huge bottle of lube.
Then there was a tube. I turned it in my hand. “What is this?”
Sam shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and shuffled from foot to foot. “Numbing gel,” he muttered, his face going red.
“The legendary gel!” I exclaimed. I turned over the tube and read the instructions.
Then I waved it at him. “Well?” I couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin spreading on my face.
“I mean, which one of us is using the gel? I know I want to, but I’m also fine with…
you being the one to use it. I can do both. ”
I sobered up for a minute. This was an important discussion. We had obviously never discussed this before. Sam looked away, not meeting my eyes, but when his voice came out it was strong and steady and confident. “Me too,” he replied. “Both.”
I whooped in the air with joy. “Yes, baby, let’s go.” I waved the gel around like it was a magical wand.
He started laughing at my antics. All this discussion made me so horny I was about to jump him right here at this moment. I lifted my arm and took a sniff and groaned. I smelled like penguin shit. “I need to shower. Have you showered already?”
“Yes, but I could use another,” he replied.
“Perfect. We are going to begin in the shower,” I informed him, as if I was starting a presentation on penguin statistics.
He turned his head and looked at me. “Begin what?”
“Fucking each other senseless.”
***
The bathroom at Waypoint was not designed with this ambition in mind. The shower was a single stall, the width of a doorframe, tiled in white that had gone the color of old bone.
Sam pulled his shirt over his head in one movement and dropped it. Then he reached over and started undressing me without being asked, his fingers working the buttons from the bottom up. The shirt came off. Our pants followed. My heart was hammering against my ribcage.
Sam turned the water on and waited with his hand under the stream until it ran hot, which felt like it took an eternity.
Steam built against the low ceiling and fogged the small mirror above the sink.
I let my eyes roam all over Sam’s naked body.
He was covered in small nicks—result of a lifetime working on machines and outdoors.
But the man was carved like a marble statue.
Not an ounce of fat and all the muscles for my eyes to feast on.
He had a light golden dusting of hair all over except the hair on his groin which was darker.
I wanted to bury my nose in those curls.
“You’re so goddamn sexy,” I murmured.
He swallowed and blushed. I don’t think I was going to ever get tired of seeing this stoic man turn all shy for me.
He stepped inside first and pulled me in. Sam turned sideways so the spray hit my back first, the tiles cold against my arm where I braced against the wall. The water was hot and felt amazing.
Sam began working the soap across my back in long, slow passes.
The bar of soap dragged across my shoulder blades.
Down the curve of my spine. He worked methodically, no rushing, his palm following each pass to rinse and check.
The heel of his hand pressed into the muscle beside my spine and something in my back released with an audible crack and I groaned at the ceiling.
“Good?” he asked.
“Obscenely good.”
I let him take his time with me with the soap. I wanted to be clean before touching him. The water ran over both of us. My dick stood erect, throbbing with need. My balls felt painful with how heavy they were.
Finally he seemed done. He put the bar of soap away and I immediately pulled to turn around.
But he wouldn’t let me. Sam pulled me flush against his hard body, my back to his chest. I was ready to drop to my knees and suck him but he seemed to have other ideas.
He must have sensed my restlessness because he rested his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Hush.”
His hands roamed over my upper arms, rubbing up and down, slowly and repeatedly.
My body started relaxing and I felt my mind slowing down.
He trailed his fingertips over my forearms. His touch was hypnotic.
I let my head fall back and breathed through the cascade of needs washing over me.
His hands moved to my chest and I shuddered. He mapped my ribs one by one.
“Sam,” I whimpered. I felt like a instrument being tuned by him. Pulled taut.
“Hmm.” His deep voice vibrated by my ear.
Inch by inch his fingers trailed up my torso until his palms grazed my nipples.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned wantonly.
He took each of my nipples between his fingers and then he pinched hard. I had thought about this. I had thought about this in very specific and detailed ways. In my fantasies Sam was measured and careful with me, his hand on my body always steady. In real life, Sam blew all my fantasies away.
The pain and pleasure went straight to my balls. My cock jumped and precum dribbled out.
“Do that again,”I begged.
His breathing hitched and his fingers tightened in my nipples again. He pulled roughly and I think I came close to passing out. The sound that came out of my throat was long and low.
I turned around and looked up at him.
“Please,” I said.
His expression mirrored mine.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
I dropped down immediately . The tile was hard under my knees and the water ran forward over my face but I didn’t care. My face was right in front of his gorgeous cock. I took a lick off the tip, just the tip, forcing myself to go slow. I wanted to savor this so bad.
His hips shifted with the involuntary small movement of a man losing his grip on his own composure.
His cock slapped my face. It was wildly erotic.
Nothing like my fantasies. He was not holding himself back and I felt the satisfaction of it move through me like a live current.
He put a hand on my head and his other hand found the wall.
His fingers spread flat against the tile and pressed.
“Viktor.” His voice was like gravel.
“Want you so bad, Sam,” I moaned, rubbing my face up and down his shaft.
“The water…” he panted. Right, the water. Resources were limited on the station and even in the throes of our passion, that was something we both couldn’t forget.
I took his balls in my hand, rolling them and squeezing them gently.
With my other hand I grabbed his thick cock so it wouldn’t keep slapping me every time Sam’s hips jerked.
I sucked him hard and fast. Just like it was in the tent, he didn’t last long.
He erupted in my mouth, his hoarse cry echoing off the shower stall.
I greedily swallowed him, the water cleaning away any traces.
He pulled me up as soon as he was done and kissed me hungrily, tasting himself on my tongue. Behind my head, he reached and turned off the water. I was close to tears with need. I started humping his thigh, chasing friction and release.
From somewhere he found a towel and dried us up with quick strokes while I kept grinding against his rock solid muscles.
“Bed. Now.” He commanded.
We stumbled over each other in our haste but soon he was spread out under me, legs open wide, and holding the gel tube for me.
My fingers trembled with anticipation as I applied the gel around his tight hole.
He tore the foil of a condom packet and when he slid it over my pulsing shaft, I came this close to blowing.
“Ready?” I leaned over him, ready to ram into him.
“Yes.”
“Should I go slow?”
“No. I want you… want you to ruin me, Viktor.”
Oh, hell. That was fucking poetry. I couldn’t have gone slow after hearing such words from the man I had loved, lusted, admired, and respected for ten fucking years.
I slid inside him and we both groaned loudly. He held my waist in his strong arms and I let it loose. Stopped thinking about anything else except the feeling of pounding into his tight warm channel. It was the best fucking sensation ever.
The sound of our skin slapping against each other and our hoarse cries filled Sam’s room. I tried to slow down but I was beyond that point. Next time, I promised myself, next time I’ll savor it.
“Oh, fuck, oh… ahhh, I’m gonna come.” I drove into him, pulling back, and going deeper with each thrust.
“Don’t. Stop.” He gritted out. I took a moment to check on him. His face was red, eyes wild and pupils blown, and the cords on his neck stood out as he took my hammering.
My balls pulled tight and up and then I was coming. We came one after the other. The fact that he came a second time was such a boost to my ego.
Hell, yes.