A Nice Hot Shower
Title: A Nice Hot Shower
Author: chelseaadd
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Warning: PWP
Summary: Steve swore he was by himself when he started showering
Steve swore he was by himself when he started showering, but then the parade started. First Christian wanted to brush his teeth. Then a hung over Riley stumbled in looking for aspirin. Steve wasn’t really sure when he’d blown in from his big night out, but he did know that he’d probably spent most of his money on booze, so he had to come to their place so he could pay fare. Not that Steve was complaining, but still, he was showering.
It also appeared that the J’s were down for a few days, seeing as Jared came in first for the toilet, and then Jensen about three minutes later. They didn’t even have the common courtesy to not flush. He was literally showering less than four feet away, and they were flushing the toilet on him.
Steve turned off the water and waited until the toilet to stop running before he turned it back on. Looking on the positives, they had a semi-opaque shower door. It was fully transparent when it was clean, but lucky for him Christian never got around to cleaning it. At least he was somewhat covered when people popped in and out, but still, he was showering, and you just don’t interrupt a man’s shower. You just don’t.
He swore to himself that he would kill the next person that wondered in. He literally had to bite his cheek not to scream when the he heard another knock. He lost his restraint when whoever it was came right on anyway after he called “Don’t come in!” The door closed and Steve lost all restraint. “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I’M TRYING TO TAKE A FUCKING SHOWER, WOULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE FOR TEN MINUTES?!”
“Are you sure?” He heard a familiar accent purr. He wiped a clean spot from the door and was caught between a groan and a moan. There stood Christian, towel around his hips, and he was locking the door. Steve never quite loved Christian more than the moment he made sure no one else was going to wonder in.
Oh, and him being mostly naked was nice too.
Christian dropped the towel to the floor, and Steve was caught between thinking ‘man I’m lucky, my boyfriend is sweet and gorgeous.’ And ‘well now that towel’s dirty’ Christian pulled the door and slipped in the shower with him.
Steve whined softly and slumped against the wall. “What?” Christian asked, turning the water up a bit.
“I just wanted to take a nice hot shower.” Steve complained. Christian crowded in, resting his hands on Steve’s hips and sliding a knee between Steve’s. “But everyone keeps wondering in, then the J’s kept flushing the toilet. I mean, how am I supposed to jerk off when people keep wondering in? When I woke up this morning, after blowing in at 4 after not having bathed in two days, ‘cause I’ve been busy with the new album, and then I drove back from Vegas, and really, I just wanted a shower and to jerk off, and that just won’t happen.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, you want me to leave?” Christian asked, sliding a hand over and rubbing two callused fingers down the length of Steve’s cock. He slowly encircled Steve’s quickly hardening dick in his hand gently and began stroking him slowly.
Steve shuddered softly and encircled Christian’s shoulders in his arms. “No.” He whispered, leaning in and kissing him softly.
“You want me to fuck you?” Christian asked, sliding the hand that wasn’t jerking Steve around and gripping his ass firmly.
“God yes.” Steve half moaned, taking leverage on Christian’s shoulders and wrapping his legs around his hips. Christian let go of Steve’s dick just long enough to shift him up higher on the wall, and before Steve could even finish the small whine of “Don’t stop.” Christian was taking him back in his hand.
“Wanna fuck you.” Christian whispered in his ear. “But we don’t seem to have any lube. You want me to go find it?”
“Damn it Christian, use the fucking soap!” Steve groaned.
Christian smiled and kissed him softly, “I love you.”
“Love you too.” Christian said honestly as he grabbed the soap. He let go of Steve’s cock and took one hand off his shoulder. He kissed the palm of Steve’s hand lovingly then poured a small amount of soap in his hand. He led it back to Steve’s cock and wrapped it around him. Steve squealed softly at the sudden cold, but started moving his hand anyway.
Christian kept Steve pinned to the wall with his hips while he poured a small amount of soap in his hand. He slicked up his fingers but didn’t wait until it was warm. He circled around Steve’s entrance teasingly and slid his finger all the way in with one fluid motion. Steve hissed at the shock of cold, but he could feel every single inch as it slid in.
Christian moved his finger in and out slowly, then added a second finger. He scissored his fingers painfully slow, purposely avoiding touching Steve’s prostate. Steve whimpered quietly and jerked himself faster. He could feel it starting. As soon as Christian touched his prostate, Steve was coming undone.
Steve rested his forehead against Christian’s, his face breaking into a slow blush. He couldn’t believe he had finished already. Christian hadn’t even started fucking him, and he was done. “You want me to stop?”
“N..no?” Steve whispered, letting his head droop to Christian’s shoulder.
“I could-“
“No!”
“Okay, okay.” Christian chuckled, continuing to finger fuck Steve open. Steve felt hypersensitive, and every single movement sent an electric shot along his spine.
Christian’s hand disappeared for a second as he slicked himself up with the soap, biting back a yelp of surprise at how cold it was on his hot flesh. He lined himself up and slowly slid in, biting down on his lip to keep from crying out.
Steve whimpered softly and his back arched. His nails scrabbled along Christian’s back, and Christian whimpered softly, his hips sputtering. Steve wiggled and cried out when Steve brushed upon his sweet spot.
“Steve, shh! They’re going to hear you.” Christian half giggled. “Bite down on my shoulder.” Steve nodded and bit down on Christian’s shoulder. Christian whined softly and started thrusting in Steve slowly.
Steve whimpered against his shoulder and scratched his back harder. “More.” He whispered. Christian nodded and instantly took off, pounding in him hard and fast. “M-More, More, MORE!” Steve cried out, meeting him every time. He grabbed his hypersensitive cock again, hissing at the feeling. It hurt so damn good.
Christian cried out Steve’s name as he finished buried deep inside, and Steve exploded between them again.
Christian breathed slowly and carefully pulled out. He set Steve down and wiped his hair back from his face. “I love you Steve.”
“L…love you t…too.” Steve panted out.
They finished their shower, washing each other’s back. They slipped down and dried off, taking glances at each other and smiling. They both wrapped towels around their waist and slipped out of the bathroom, hand in hand. Riley glanced over at them from the living room and raised an amused brow.
"It's exactly what it looks like." Christian said with a cocky grin.