Re: Washing it Away, pt3hiddentimelordSeptember 27 2011, 11:20:18 UTC
He ran his fingers over Peter's chest, tugging at his chest hair, brushed one of his nipples, which was hard. Peter sucked in a breath, and his hand tightened. Charley opened his mouth from a gentle swipe of Peter's tongue. Peter hummed low in his throat, causing gentle little vibrations in Charley's fingertips.
Every time Charley had imagined this (and oh, he'd imagined it so many times, as loath as he was to admit to that), he'd imagined Peter's kisses to be hard and demanding, not sweet and soft. His tongue was skilled against his, and Charley was sure it was obvious he was a total amateur, but it didn't stop the older man from drawing it even deeper, pulling Charley down harder.
Charley was half crouching now, resting some of his weight against Peter, his hand tracing lower, over his stomach. He felt the crease of his appendectomy scar, the soft fuzz around his navel. Then further, he touched the smooth fabric of his board shorts, which were tight.
Charley moaned now, squeezing Peter's hard on through the cloth. He rubbed and squeezed until Peter's hips began to flex into him. Charley wasn't sure what he was doing, but he wanted to do it. He undid the laces and pulled them until they were loose.
Peter pulled away, drawing in a deep breath as Charley's hand slipped under the band of his shorts, curious. He groaned, deep in his throat, as Charley kissed his neck, and touched him.
He was smooth, silky, and so hot under his palm. He didn't know what Peter liked, but he knew what felt good when he touched himself, so he did the same, wrapping his hand around the head of his cock, squeezing in time with Peter's thrusts.
He ran his tongue along the hard muscles in Peter's neck, tasting nothing but sweet skin and the faint aftertaste of the soap and water. He dragged his teeth a little, and increasing his rhythm, and Peter held onto him, cried out Charley's name as he came. The sound bounced off of the tiles, mixed with the gentle patter of the spraying water.
Charley shuddered as warm come spilled over his fingers. Peter twisted, hissing a little with the pain the movement must have brought, and wrapped his arms around Charley's shoulders.
Charley pulled away, sighing. The water sprayed over him, dripping, so warm and so soft.
Hoo-ray! So glad you enjoyed it! ^^ I tried to write something that involved Peter luring Charley into a bathtub, but it wouldn't come out right, and a shower scenario kept popping into my head :P
Every time Charley had imagined this (and oh, he'd imagined it so many times, as loath as he was to admit to that), he'd imagined Peter's kisses to be hard and demanding, not sweet and soft. His tongue was skilled against his, and Charley was sure it was obvious he was a total amateur, but it didn't stop the older man from drawing it even deeper, pulling Charley down harder.
Charley was half crouching now, resting some of his weight against Peter, his hand tracing lower, over his stomach. He felt the crease of his appendectomy scar, the soft fuzz around his navel. Then further, he touched the smooth fabric of his board shorts, which were tight.
Charley moaned now, squeezing Peter's hard on through the cloth. He rubbed and squeezed until Peter's hips began to flex into him. Charley wasn't sure what he was doing, but he wanted to do it. He undid the laces and pulled them until they were loose.
Peter pulled away, drawing in a deep breath as Charley's hand slipped under the band of his shorts, curious. He groaned, deep in his throat, as Charley kissed his neck, and touched him.
He was smooth, silky, and so hot under his palm. He didn't know what Peter liked, but he knew what felt good when he touched himself, so he did the same, wrapping his hand around the head of his cock, squeezing in time with Peter's thrusts.
He ran his tongue along the hard muscles in Peter's neck, tasting nothing but sweet skin and the faint aftertaste of the soap and water. He dragged his teeth a little, and increasing his rhythm, and Peter held onto him, cried out Charley's name as he came. The sound bounced off of the tiles, mixed with the gentle patter of the spraying water.
Charley shuddered as warm come spilled over his fingers. Peter twisted, hissing a little with the pain the movement must have brought, and wrapped his arms around Charley's shoulders.
Charley pulled away, sighing. The water sprayed over him, dripping, so warm and so soft.
"All clean," said Charley.
"No I'm not," was Peter's reply, and he chuckled.
Charley couldn't help it. He laughed too.
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