“The water will be cold soon, and you haven’t had a chance to actually wash yet.”
I hate that he’s being so practical. But I also know nothing kills a hard-on better than a cold shower.
“I’ll wash quick, then maybe we can fool around out there?”
Picking up the loofah, he reaches for the body wash.
“Or I can help you get clean, you know, get those hard-to-reach places.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He starts with my chest, one hand washing with the loofah, the other sliding through the soap bubbles coating my skin. He turns me around and starts on my back, the bubbles dripping down between my ass cheeks. His hands move around to my front, working their way over my stomach until they’re sliding downmy groin. He shifts in close behind me and his cock rests in the crease of my ass.
“This okay?” he asks, and I push back a little into him so that he’s wedged between me more.
“Hell yes.”
His mouth moves to my neck, kissing and sucking, and then one hand moves from my groin to wrap around my cock, stroking me slow and steady as his other hand continues to soap my skin over my chest.
Just like his were a short time ago, my hands are plastered to the shower sides as I struggle to take in everything I’m feeling. My senses are on overload with his cock rubbing up and down my ass, his chest at my back, mouth on my neck, and hand wrapped around my cock. It’s like electricity is building and zooming through every fiber of my body. My balls pull up tight.
“Fuuuck,” I moan, and I explode over the shower wall. A second later, his mouth sucks hard on the crease of my neck, and he stiffens behind me before a new heat drips down my inner thigh.
Yep, this was the best idea ever.
***
“Coffee?” Ian asks me as I stretch awake the next morning. My body aches from the rehearsals the day before, but I feel good. Great even. The haze that comes following a night of amazing orgasms still envelops me. I watch him pour two coffees from the kitchenette in our room, adding sugar and a dash of creamer to mine. The window rattles, and I jolt upright.
Ian laughs, heading over with our coffees.
“It’s just the wind. They weren’t kidding about this storm,” he says, pulling back the blinds. The city is gray, dark clouds block out any sight of the morning sky, and rain pelters down.
“I guess we’ll have to spend the day stuck in our room,” I tell him, taking the coffee he’s holding out to me.
“Oh, I intend to, but I’m afraid they have other plans for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dennis already called. You have rehearsals in twenty minutes.”
“That’s not fair. I’m still sore from yesterday’s rehearsals.”
“Tell you what, you come back all sore and sweaty tonight, and I’ll massage all those tight muscles before I help you get clean.”
“Oh, now that sounds better. Deal.”
Chapter eighteen
Ian
The storm cleared outalmost as fast as it came and games four, five, and six go off without a hitch. Brendan’s lift was a huge success, too, and Dennis worked him into a few other numbers, taking advantage of his light frame and zero fear of injury. The trampoline flips had my heart in my throat a few times. They used heavier players like Harrison and Arthur to bounce him super high before he’d flip around a few times, tossing the ball to the pitcher before landing.
His articles have shifted, too, covering more behind-the-scenes. He makes little comments about other writers looking in from the outside at who and what the game is, while he’s immersing himself in everything Banana Ball. The other writers know he’s talking about me specifically. My last article boasted that while others might be all about having as much fun as they can on this tour, it’s still a seriously spectacular sport.
It’s the small ribbing we’ve worked into our pieces that has helped keep the fake rivalry alive. Out there in front of the world, in front of the other writers, we butt heads. Despite being forcedto share space, when night falls and we return to our room, we couldn’t be further from that.
I’ve been with a few guys new to being queer, but none have been as exciting as this. I wonder if having to be so close to each other all day without being able to touch him, or even smile his way is what has made it so amazing? He flipped me off after the game last night and all I could think about was grabbing his hand and sucking his finger into my mouth. That would have definitely blown our cover.