CHAPTER TWENTY #2
Leif didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain that yes, of course he was turned on. He was naked in a shower with a guy he’d just had some of the best sex of his life with.
Remembering it, his body went hot, and he nodded.
“So if you don’t want me to fuck you again, what do you want me to do?” Tanner asked.
Leif licked his lips. “Finger me, maybe?”
He was sensitive after getting fucked, but in a good way. That wouldn’t be too much.
“Okay. Can I eat your ass too?”
“Yeah.” Leif released a shaky breath. “One sec.”
He turned in Tanner’s arms, reached for the bodywash, then slid a soapy hand down his crack.
Tanner didn’t argue. Didn’t do anything but look at him. His hair had caught some of the spray from the water and little drops of it glittered in his hair, shining like tiny diamonds. He wasn’t smiling but there was always warmth in his eyes like he was smiling on the inside.
Well, maybe not always. He’d looked pretty pissed last night on the ice, but other than that …
Unable to stop himself, Leif smiled at the thought and the corner of Tanner’s mouth lifted too.
“Hi there,” Tanner said and there was something in his voice that was too … too …
“Hi.” Leif glanced away and resumed washing himself, trying to ignore the odd pressure that had settled in his chest.
When he was done, he turned and braced himself against the wall, spreading his legs. It was easier when he wasn’t looking at Tanner.
“So fucking hot,” Tanner whispered. He kissed his way down Leif’s back, and every touch of his lips made heat spread through Leif’s body.
The gentle drag of his fingertips across Leif’s hole made Leif shiver and he leaned his forehead against the slick tiles.
Tanner licked his way across Leif’s rim, flicking his tongue and teasing around it until Leif whimpered.
Tanner pulled away long enough to whisper, “Yeah, I wanna hear you, Princess,” and then his mouth was back where it belonged.
Leif panted as Tanner pressed deeper, using his thumbs to hold Leif’s cheeks apart.
When he lapped at Leif’s rim and drove his tongue inside, Leif couldn’t hold back the sounds he made even if he’d wanted to.
Leif’s fingers slid on the slick tiles and he reached back, desperate to anchor himself on something. He got his hand on Tanner’s arm and clutched that but Tanner pulled away, guiding his hand to hold his ass cheeks apart.
“Both sides,” he rasped.
Leif shifted, cheeks hot as he pressed on to the tile wall, bracing his chest and shoulders against it.
He got both hands on his ass, gripping the muscles and opening himself to Tanner’s gaze. He wondered what it looked like, if Tanner liked the sight, but he didn’t have to wonder long.
Tanner said, “Fuuuck, that’s hot,” and dove in.
He licked at Leif for a little while, alternating sucking on his rim and delving his tongue inside. Leif felt so turned on he was dizzy with it and he whimpered, overwhelmed and overstimulated, yet needing something more.
“Tanner,” he pleaded. “I need …”
And he didn’t even finish his thought before Tanner reached around Leif’s hip with one hand, groping for his cock and balls, and used the other to slide two fingers into Leif’s hole.
And then it was so much, so good, so overwhelming.
Leif gave in to the feeling, just stood there panting and moaning as Tanner worked him over, alternating stroking his cock and tugging on his balls with one hand while fucking his hole with his fingers of the other. All the while he periodically darted out his tongue with little kitten licks.
“Yeah, just like that,” Leif urged. “Please. Just like that.”
Tanner kept going.
Leif was trembling by the time he reached the edge and tumbled off, free-falling into pleasure. He’d come earlier, so this was less explosive, but no less intense. He floated on it for a while, feeling Tanner’s movements slow and finally stop.
When it was over, Leif pried his fingers off his ass and let his hands dangle. Tanner pressed a kiss to his right butt cheek, then stood. He pressed another kiss to Leif’s shoulder, then stepped away.
Leif heard the sound of the shower door opening and peeled his eyes open in time to see Tanner reach for a bottle of mouthwash on the counter. He swigged, swished it around his mouth, then spat, and Leif closed his eyes, trying to hide his smile.
A moment later the shower door opened, and Tanner pressed against his back.
“Good?” he asked, sliding his hands along Leif’s abs.
“Yeah,” Leif agreed.
He turned and kissed Tanner, appreciative of the taste of mint and the glide of Tanner’s tongue against his.
Leif hauled him closer, feeling the iron bar of Tanner’s cock pressed against his hip.
They made out lazily for a few minutes, hands roaming across each other’s slippery bodies. Leif had the hazy thought that someday—years from now—he’d remember this moment. This stolen night and morning with Tanner, and he felt a lump in his throat.
He’d miss this when Tanner moved on.
But for now, Tanner was here and so was Leif and he knew what he wanted more than anything.
There was a small ledge built into the far wall of the shower and Leif guided Tanner back to it and coaxed him to sit. Leif lowered to his knees and kissed his way along the length of Tanner’s cock.
“Fuck,” Tanner whispered when Leif took him deep.
And then Tanner’s hands were in Leif’s hair, petting him as he began to bob. Despite the dig of hard tile into his knees, Leif took his time with the blowjob, occasionally circling the ridge of Tanner’s dick with his tongue or dipping his head to lap at his balls.
As always, Tanner made these sounds, mumbled his pleasure, kept up a running commentary of how it felt.
Leif could feel when Tanner got impatient, the tug of hands sharper as he tried to guide Leif into doing what he wanted. Leif just laughed against his skin and kept going.
But eventually, when he could feel Tanner’s thighs shaking, he took Tanner’s cock as deep as it would go. He sucked hard, bobbing his head, allowing Tanner to guide the speed and depth as he gripped Tanner’s hips.
He didn’t push into Leif’s throat, though Leif wouldn’t have minded if he did.
Another time, he thought as Tanner whimpered. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
Leif dug his hands in deeper, his fingers digging into Tanner’s upper glutes to show him that he wanted to stay right where he was.
Tanner held him there, hips stuttering as he emptied into Leif’s mouth. “Hold it in your mouth,” Tanner begged so Leif forced himself to not swallow.
When Tanner finally let go of his hair, Leif’s scalp ached a little, but he rose to his knees with Tanner’s cum still pooling on his tongue. Tanner gasped and kissed him, delving his tongue into Leif’s mouth like he was hungry for it.
Leif shuddered and kissed him back until they were both panting and the faintly bitter, salty taste was all gone.
Leif’s knees hurt when he stood and he decided that he was probably an idiot. He should have padded the floor.
But time was ticking down until they needed to go, so they took turns washing up. Every so often, Tanner would look at him with these big eyes and a soft smile and Leif felt himself weakening.
This was all going to hit him very hard later but for now, he couldn’t think about what it all meant.