While I was focused on what he was up to, Rebel turned in my arms, and suddenly I found myself sandwiched between them, and my, how the tables had turned. Kit rubbed circles on the back of my neck while Rebel slid to his knees and peered up at me with water streaming down his face before he bent to wash my calves. I ran my fingers over his water-slick hair and trailed them along the edge of his jaw as he washed higher.
Then his lips wrapped around my cock, and I got lost in the sensation of him sucking me while Kit covered my body in suds as he continued washing me. His hand and that sea sponge inched up my thigh, brushing against my sack and the undersideof my cock. I lost it when they started working in tandem, Kit stroking me while Rebel sucked, then swallowed every last drop of my release.
Rebel looked like a water nymph as he knelt there, water streaming down his body as he resumed washing me. Kit joined him, each one taking a leg, pausing every now and again to wash each other or just make out beneath the shower spray. I was pretty sure we were all as clean as we were gonna get by the time the warm water ran out. Yelping, Rebel lunged for the knob to turn it off while Kit and I fled in search of towels.
Fortunately, Rebel had left a pile of giant, fluffy ones on the edge of the counter.
“I might have to up the capacity of the water heater when it comes time to upgrade,” Rebel said as he wrapped one around his hair.
“And wind up with one astronomical water bill,” I said.
“Meh,” Rebel said. “It would be worth it to not be interrupted by a sudden blast of cold.”
“That was a tad brisk,” Kit said, shivering, until Rebel decided to warm him up by kneeling and shoving his head up Kit’s towel.
Gasping, Kit staggered back a half step, hands coming to rest on the counter behind him, while Rebel hummed. Kit’s eyes rolled back, his hand trailing down, frustrated when he couldn’t grip Rebel’s hair through the towel. I decided to keep with the whole go-with-the-flow vibe and reached into the shower, pumping lube in my hand before dropping down on the floor behind Rebel.
He’d been humming Thunderstruck, a song I’d heard him and Johnny cover several times without a single flaw, but when I circled his entrance, he completely lost the flow, the entire tone of his humming changing when I slid a finger inside of him. It reverberated through Kit, who groaned, his hands gripping the counter tighter as his head tipped back.
Oh yeah. I had them both exactly where I wanted them.
I took my time prepping Rebel, drawing out every slowthrust of fingers, nipping his ass just enough to sting so he’d gasp and hiss around Kit’s cock, changing the sensations up until he was gasping and gripping the towel and, no doubt, Rebel’s hair beneath it. By the time I got the condom on and slid my cock home, both of them were so keyed up that Rebel’s low groan sent Kit over the edge, and I watched his face twist up in ecstasy while Rebel swallowed his release.
Keeping my thrusts slow and shallow, I waited until he pulled off Kit’s cock and withdrew his head from the towel to thrust in all the way, catching a fistful of Rebel’s hair when he threw his head back, and giving him the pounding we both needed. My finger’s gripped his hip as I fucked into him, Rebel rocking back against me, chasing my cock, begging for deeper, harder, until I cupped his balls and squeezed, just enough to make him lose control.
He came with a long series of drawn-out groans, low and guttural, before I finally let go of his hair, gripped his hips, and fucked him until I filled the condom. By then, he was shaking, head down, trembling beneath me as I rested my head against his lower back while I caught my breath.
“Now we all need showers again,” Kit moaned, eyeing the stall doors and the cold water he knew was awaiting us with sad-eyed trepidation.
“A bigger hot water heater is looking better every moment,” Rebel said, voice still ragged and wrecked.
Groaning, I carefully pulled out of him, disposed of the condom, and unsteadily climbed to my feet to turn it on, knowing that this trip through it was going to be much shorter than the previous one.
“The quicker we get it over with, the sooner we can have breakfast,” I pointed out when Kit’s stomach let out a particularly loud rumble.
“Gonna be hard to eat with my teeth chattering,” Kit complained as he helped Rebel up and held him while Rebel snuggled into his embrace.
“Just have to warm you back up again,” Rebel muttered.
“Which is why we have to step back into that cold-ass torture chamber now,” Kit said, groaning dramatically.
Deciding to once again take the situation in hand, if only because my stomach was growling now too, I tugged Rebel away from Kit, snagging Kit’s towel in the process, which he reluctantly let go of before dashing under the spray. It was hard to suppress my laughter, watching him try to wash while avoiding the showerheads, while Rebel reluctantly dragged his feet over to the door, stuck his hand in, grimaced, and tried to back the fuck out of there. He’d have managed it too, if I hadn’t been right behind him to give him a little shove to make sure he got wet.
“Fuck me!” Rebel howled.
“Already did, and with this icy fuckin’ water, you might have to wait a few hours before it happens again,” I told him as the freezing spray cascaded over me.
There was a great deal of yipping, yelping, and hasty scrubbing before they stampeded past me for the door, one of them pinching my ass at just the right time that I dropped my sea sponge and had to bend beneath the unrelenting cold to retrieve it.
“You’ll pay for that,” I called out, giggles coming from the other side of the shower door as they closed it behind them.
“You’ll have to catch me first!”
Should have known it was Rebel.
“Bet!”
Chapter 33