“Mmm. That’s very nice.” He had Kyle pretty well pinned, which seemed to suit his lover just fine. Kyle stuck fingers in his hair and tipped his head back under the spray. “That’s nice too.” He felt a hot tongue run up his neck to just under his ear.
“Yeah….” Oh, this was the best way to end a night—booze and green and a nice fuck.
Kyle got hold of the shampoo and worked it into his hair, taking his time, massaging it into his scalp and down the back of his neck, humming softly something he recognized from the show. Everything began to tingle, his cock filling slowly, steadily as Kyle loved on him.
“I love the smell of your shampoo, baby.”
He closed his eyes as Kyle angled him back under the spray, the soapy water slipping over his skin. Kyle rubbed the suds into his chest, down his side and around to his ass, fingers digging in.
“You… I want to know every inch of you.” More than that, he’d give up all of himself.
Kyle nodded. “Go ahead. Have every inch.” He let Colt go, eyes soft with alcohol and arousal. Colt started washing, making sure to spend time on the little hot spots, the places that made Kyle arch and moan.
Kyle reached down and took a firm hold of his own cock, and Colt watched it fill and stretch in that knowing grip. Kyle groaned and started to stroke, eyes sliding closed.
Lord have mercy, that was enough to make his mouth dry.
“Mmm.” Kyle leaned back against the shower wall and swallowed hard, throat working and that Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Look at you.” He reached out, dragging one finger along the slit.
Kyle hissed. “You look… mm. And then you can have me.” That hand sped up, Kyle’s breath coming faster too.
He cupped Kyle’s balls, rolled them, knowing how good that felt, how his picker’s fingers made things wild.
“Baby, your hands are half-satin, half-sandpaper. Fuck.” Kyle’s measured breaths were shallow but steady, echoing a little against the tile. “Jesus.”
He pushed behind, dragging along that sensitive strip of skin. “They love your skin.”
“They can… have—” Kyle groaned and those hazel eyes popped open, locking on his and not letting go. “Oh, fuck.”
He watched as Kyle’s shoulders tensed and that strong chest expanded, veins standing out under Kyle’s skin.
“Yeah, cher. Jus’ so.” He repeated the gesture, dragging good and hard.
With a long moan, Kyle’s hand started to fly, and Colt imagined that perfect grip doing everything just right—pressure, speed, heat, everything just the way Kyle needed it. “Yes. Mmm.” Kyle’s rhythmic breathing faltered, eyes sliding closed again. “Colt. Baby.”
“You know it.” He leaned in, bit Kyle’s earlobe. “Give it up now.”
“Fuck!” Kyle’s face pressed into his neck, hips jerking, and it wasn’t even a second before he was treated to that lovely shiver and sigh. “Colt… fuck.”
“Mmm. Yeah. Love how you smell.”
Kyle kissed him, leaning into him heavily, breathing hard, tasting like martini and olives and still a little tipsy. “You want me, baby? You can have whatever you want.”
“Mmm. There ain’t a bit of you I don’t want. Let’s get your sweet ass to the bed.” That way he’d know whether Kyle was wanting or fixin’ to pass out. He could use his hand in the latter event. It was no big thing.
But Kyle flirted plenty as they toweled off and led him by the hand to his bed, looking pretty steady on those talented feet. “You’ve been watching long enough, lover. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I think.” He pushed in close, letting himself need all the way. “Shit, I know. I need you, cher.”
Like breathing, if he was honest.
“Yours.” Kyle kissed him, then turned and stretched out across his bed, lean muscle and inked, pale skin standing out against his sheets.
“God.” He moaned as he ran his hands up along Kyle’s thighs. The single word was a plea and a blessing and a thank-you.
“Let me ease you, baby. Come on.” Kyle reached for him, voice part whisper and part song.