Levi didn’t move.
Asher waited. He could wait. He was getting really good at it.
After a long moment, Levi turned. Slowly. The arm across his chest stayed where it was. He faced the tile.
Asher smiled as he grabbed the shampoo and began to work it into Levi’s hair, taking his time. The gentleness was deliberateon his part; Levi’s body had not been touched properly in two weeks, and he knew Levi had been alone out here in the world. He doubted anyone had ever done this for Levi.
Though…Asher had never done this for anyone either.
This is a first for both of us.
He liked that. He liked it enormously. There were going to be more firsts. Every first was going to be his.
He moved his fingers in slow circles and pressed gentle pressure into the spot where Levi’s hairline met his neck. He scratched lightly at his crown. Levi’s shoulders dropped as Asher did it, swaying slightly, like he was getting lost in the feeling.
“Tilt your head back.”
Levi tilted his head back, his eyes closed, without protest. Asher cradled the base of his skull and rinsed the shampoo out under the spray. The water ran over Levi’s face and down his throat. For one moment, Asher considered being a gentleman about this whole showering together thing.
Then he leaned forward and kissed Levi’s neck.
Levi went rigid again.
“You’re okay,” Asher said as he pulled Levi back against him. His body pressed against Levi’s from shoulder to thigh, his cock hard against the small of Levi’s back, and the skin-on-skin contact made him feel alive. Even tactile sensations were better with Levi around. “You can feel me, can’t you?”
“Asher, this isn’t the time,” Levi said, grabbing at the arm over his chest.
“I haven’t touched you in so long, Levi. I haven’t even touched myself since I woke up,” Asher whispered, his breath hot against Levi’s ear, stirring the damp strands of hair. “I’ve been waiting to feel you like this.”God, just saying it makes me ache—hold it together, make this about him first.
“Asher—please—”
With a gentle but firm twist, Asher turned him, pressing Levi’s back against the cool tile wall. Levi didn’t resist, his body yielding as Asher aligned their hips. The initial friction sent a jolt through his groin that nearly buckled his resolve. Levi was only half-hard, his hands instinctively shielding himself, but Asher captured his wrists, pinning them gently at Levi’s sides. He rocked forward again, biting his lip as the slide of wet skin ignited sparks in his core, his balls tightening with the effort to stay in control.
“Please, Asher…” Levi gasped, his head bowing.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” Asher’s voice was a low rumble, his heart pounding as Levi’s resistance stoked the fire in his veins.
“I don’t want—”
“You do. Look at me.” Asher’s lips hovered inches from Levi’s, the air between them thick with steam and desire. Levi’s hair clung to his forehead in wet curls, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Look at me, Levi.”
God, he’s so beautiful like this—vulnerable, on the edge, all mine. No one else gets to see this.
“You’re stunning, baby. So fucking beautiful when you cry for me. Let me help you.” Asher released his wrists and slid a hand between them, wrapping around Levi’s length. He jolted forward, a sharp intake of breath escaping him even as his hips twitched away instinctively, and Asher felt him get harder. A small, needy whine escaped Levi’s lips, and Asher felt drunk on it.
“Look how your body knows me, Levi. It remembers. You don’t have to think—just feel how good this is. I’m here to help you, to make it all better.” Asher’s strokes were patient, firm, coaxing more hardness with every pass.
“Asher, I don’t want—” Levi began, and then clamped down on his lower lip with his teeth, rocking forward into Asher’s grip.
“Yes, you do.” Asher leaned in, his lips brushing Levi’s ear. “You’re doing so well for me already. Are you going to be my good boy?”
“Asher—”
“That’s it, baby.” Asher kissed his cheek, tasting the salt of tears mingled with shower spray. “Let it happen. Let me take care of you. Say my name again.”
Levi’s hips bucked forward, and the motion lingered in Asher’s memory—this was just like in the boiler room, with pipes hissing and death lurking nearby. The same Levi, the same hungry pursuit, all under this new veil of reluctance and only the danger of black mold.
Asher pressed his hips closer, his hand adjusting to wrap firmly around them both, stroking them as one. The sensation was overwhelming: the velvet slide of Levi against him, the pulse of their arousal syncing, making Asher’s breath hitch as he fought the rising tide in his own body. He tried to keep the rhythm steady—Levi had to cum first. That was the rule.