Chapter Six
Sawyer
UNFORGIVING SUNLIGHT STINGS my eyes before I even open them and I throw my forearm over my face to prolong the bliss of the night for a little longer.
I don’t need vision to know he’s in my bed—his presence is apparent in the soft, even breaths filling the space. In the heat radiating on my left, cozy and inviting.
I fucked up. I fucked up big time.
It has been years since I woke up next to someone. And for good reasons.
But when he curled up by my side last night, spent and exhausted, and immediately started snoring, I just didn’t have the heart to kick him out. I decided it would be tomorrow’s me problem.
But now that tomorrow is here, and judging by the overwhelming brightness, has been here for hours, I sigh and slowly open my eyes.
Blake is lying on his stomach next to me, one hand under the pillow, my comforter only partly covering his naked body.
It would be so easy to roll to my side right now, wrap my arm around him, and go back to sleep. In fact, it would be too easy, and that’s exactly why I slide from under the covers, and with my bones cracking, I crawl out of bed.
I’m not even halfway to the bathroom when a soft rustling from behind is followed by a groggy, “Morning.”
So much for not waking him up.
I turn on my heel and fold my arms over my chest. “You snore. Did you know that?”
Blake yawns and stretches, the comforter sliding low down on his body. “Liar.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Fine. Keep living in your bubble.”
“Are you trying to sneak out on me?”
“From my own place? Hardly.” I swipe my gaze along his exposed frame, and even though I know I shouldn’t, I find myself walking right back. I lean down, place my hands on the mattress, and hover above him. “I was thinking we could go and get some—” I glance at the clock “—well, lunch.”
He shoots me a toothy grin. “Trying to get rid of me?”
There’s no accusation in his voice, but I immediately feel guilty. That’s exactly what I’m doing. “Fine. Starve away, then.”
I lean in to give him a quick peck, careful as not to get dragged down by the sheer sexiness of his barely awake self. “I’m gonna hit the shower.”
As I get up and walk away, he calls behind me, “Can I join?”
“Absolutely not.”
I close the bathroom door behind me—I don’t even know why I bother; he’s going to come—and run the shower, waiting for the stream to reach the right temperature before I hop in.
Groaning, I let the hot water wash over my tense muscles. I grab the shower gel and soap myself up from head to toe. And even though I knew this would happen, it still takes me by surprise when the shower door slides open and Blake's body crams next to mine.
My eyes are still closed as I lift my head to the stream and rinse my hair.
“It’s not exactly a two-person shower, you know?” I say when I’m done.
Blake is leaning against the tiled wall, his hands behind his back. The second my eyes drop to his still-prominent morning wood, my cock responds.
“Don’t mind me. I’m small, after all.”
I stare right at his cock. “I wouldn’t exactly call that small.”
There’s mischief in his grin as he pushes off the wall and takes a half step forward. That’s enough to put himself impossibly close to me. “Glad you noticed.”
I grab his shoulders and spin him around, dragging him under the stream.
Blake groans, his head falling back as I massage his shoulders. “Did you want something?” I say straight to his ear.
He pushes his hips back and wriggles them around until the head of my cock presses against his crack. “Not really. Why?”
I chuckle and reach for the shampoo bottle, barely able to shift around in the cramped space.
Steamy fog covers the shower walls, making the space feel even smaller.
“Close your eyes.”
I can’t see if he complies, but I pour the shampoo over his head anyway before threading my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp.
Blake’s relaxed moan sounds exactly the same as his sexual one and my cock twitches against his ass. He moans again.
After I’m done with his hair, I slide my soaped-up hands down his chest, wrapping my arms around him and massaging his skin.
It’s scary how well his frame fits into mine as he leans his body weight against me.
“Are you sure you didn’t want anything?”
“Positive.” The tone of his voice contradicts his statement.
Holding him still with one arm, I move my other hand down and wrap it around his hard cock.
“On the other hand,” he rasps, words barely breaking through the rumble of water. “That works too.”
“I thought so.”
Blake drops his head back, wet hair falling on my shoulder as he bucks his hips, grinding against my erection as if he’s desperate to impale himself on it.
All my muscles tense, diminishing the effect of a hot shower, and it takes all the restraint I possess not to just say “Fuck it” and take him up on his wordless offer.
I give him a couple more strokes and give his chest a gentle slap. “Stand up straight.”
“Why?” he asks but complies, my dick crying at the loss of contact.
“Because,” I say as I put my hands on his ass and give it a little squeeze. I drop to my knees behind him. I’m not even sure he can hear me. “Because I said so.”
If my words don’t reach him, my actions certainly do. I spread his ass cheeks and run my thumb around his rim, making him shiver despite the temperature.
And when I lean in and place a tiny kiss right where my thumb just was, his head snaps back, and he looks down at me, wide-eyed.
Winking, I stick the tip of my tongue out and press it against his rim.
Blake’s hands shoot forward, and he puts them against the wall in front of him, muttering something I can’t quite catch, his words eaten up by the water.
I try not to focus on the fact that this is probably his first time as I flatten my tongue and slide it along his crack.
But if I’m, in fact, the first, I have to make sure he’ll never be able to forget it.
Spreading his cheeks wider, I do a few more laps around his entrance before stiffening my tongue and pushing it against his hole.
His muscles are flexed, closing off the access, so I reach around his hips and grab his cock, giving it a few rough pulls.
Blake moans, his head falling forward, and I push my tongue again. And this time, he’s able to let loose.
I alternate between darting the tip of my tongue inside him and licking the skin around his hole, all the while stroking his cock that jerks in my hand.
His legs shake. If he’s about to collapse, that’s what will happen—there’s nothing for him to grab for support.
I move to sink my teeth into his ass cheek before resuming my assault on him with my tongue.
He’s a whimpering mess. His head lolls from side to side, the ring of muscles around his entrance progressively getting looser, allowing me in.
The pressure within me builds rapidly, and once it reaches a monumental size, I use my other hand to stroke my cock, moaning against his flesh at the first jolt of relief.
I close my eyes, no longer able to keep the water from flowing in and double down on my actions, darting my tongue in and out of him freely now, twisting my palm around the head of his cock.
His orgasm takes me by surprise—sudden, premature, and nothing short of overwhelming, as his muscles clench around my tongue and his hips bolt back.
My balls ache, drawing impossibly close to my body, and it’s all I can do to stop from coming as well, not willing to miss a second.
Blake’s head shoots up and he lets out a scream that echoes off the bathroom walls.
Rising to my feet, I wrap one arm around his chest, keeping him upright, while I continue to stroke him.
My cock lodges between his cheeks and I can no longer stop myself, bucking my hips forward a few times, my length sliding along his slippery body, and just as Blake’s muscles begin to go slack, I squeeze my eyes shut and shoot my load all over his ass.
And now it’s me who needs support. I collapse against the wall behind me, dragging Blake’s body with me, my knees threatening to give up.
Breathing heavily, I drop my forehead on his shoulder, and for the longest time, we just stand there, our legs barely supporting us, hot water washing away any proof of what went down.
Blake’s the first one to speak. “See?” he says, his breath still coming strong, audible even through the noise that surrounds us. “We just preserved one shower worth of water.”
I chuckle against his flesh, reach blindly for the tap and kill the stream.
“Alright, Mr. Efficient. I’m sure that was your intention.”
“That’s right. Unlike some, I do care about the environment.”
Sighing heavily, I push off the wall, positioning us both upright, and slide the shower door open, cold air biting harshly into my skin. “Ready for that lunch yet?”
After we dry ourselves off, we walk out of my tiny bathroom, still naked, and gather up the clothes we discarded all over the floor last night.
I can’t tear my eyes off Blake’s ass as he pulls on his underwear and pants, but before he can throw on his t-shirt, he pauses next to my bed and tilts his head to the side, eyeing my acoustic longingly.
“Fine,” I say, rolling my eyes as I walk around him and pick up the guitar. I sit on my bed and put it on my lap. “What do you want to hear?” His face lights up like a Christmas tree. “I’m no virtuoso, though. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He shoots me a toothy grin and crosses his arms over his chest. “Surprise me.”
I lean over the guitar and place my fingers on the threat board. I don’t have a pick on me, and I’m too wiped out from my recent orgasm to fetch it, so I close my eyes and finger-style a tune I’ve recently heard on the radio.
My brows furrow as my fingers dance around and I get lost in the music, all my problems suddenly fading into the background.
There’s something magical about music. It takes you out of the present moment and transfers you wherever you want to be.