Joe was in the shower and he was taking his time, letting his muscles go loose with the heat, lazily stroking his dick.
He heard the bathroom door open and close, saw Nick’s shape through the frosted glass, saw him moving around. He figured Nick was going to sleepily grumble something about breakfast like he always did immediately after waking up at Joe’s place. After a moment, though, the shower door opened and Nick stepped in, naked. He was deliberately looking away from Joe, keeping his back to him.
“Sorry,” Nick said. “Mom wants me to meet her in, like, thirty minutes. She said to hurry.”
They used to shower together sometimes when they were on tour, always after they’d woken up late, too pressed for time to even look at each other.
Joe wasn’t in a hurry now. He licked the water from his lips, hand still moving slowly on his dick.
He was jealous of how broad Nick’s shoulders were, how his biceps looked sturdy without Nick even trying. Joe remembered noticing them even when Nick was fourteen, hormones just starting to take over. Nick wasn’t a little kid anymore though.
Joe studied the little half-curls at the back of Nick’s neck, watched as they went soaked, darker. The nape of his neck was going pink from the warm water, the rest of his pale skin slowly flushing over with the heat.
Joe’s eyes traveled down the line of Nick’s back, down to his narrow waist and his narrow hips and-further down. And it wasn’t like Joe didn’t know that Nick had this sweet, rounded ass. He was always catching himself staring or patting Nick on the butt or hugging him from behind. So Joe knew. But having Nick standing right there, bare-assed and wet from the shower…
Joe’s brow furrowed. He had started jerking off in earnest without really realizing it. He kept at it, wondering if Nick’s skin felt as soft as it looked. He had these images in his head all of a sudden, impulses, but he kept them there, half-dazed as he got closer to finishing himself off.
Nick leaned down to adjust the water, making it warmer, and Joe stared as he bent forward, eyes still on the cleft of Nick’s ass, between his legs. He was so smooth-skinned all over.
Joe accidentally made a low sound, this breathy grunt audible over the sound of the shower. Nick finally turned around and his eyes went wide.
“Dude,” Nick said, incredulous and prissy. “I’m right here!”
Joe had to stop, just holding his dick, trying to get his breath back. “You’re the one who got in the shower with me.”
“I didn’t think you would…” Nick said, trailing off. His eyes flickered down, watched Joe squeeze at his cock.
Joe saw the color rise in Nick’s cheeks, the way Nick’s mouth seemed to go redder. Joe sucked at his own lower lip, his gaze trailing down Nick’s body again. Nick had a hand over himself, shielding, but he was kind of pressing the heel of it against his dick, rubbing a little.
Joe’s own hand started moving on his cock again, tight and fast. “I have to-unh,” he said, voice breaking on a harsh breath.
He really shouldn’t be doing this, he knew that. He didn’t want to freak Nick out, but he was close enough that he had to keep going, thoughtless with it.
Joe saw that Nick’s cock was starting to get harder, all filled out and stiff against his hand. He was thick, his dick this soft, obscene pink.
Nick clasped himself a little as Joe watched and Joe went almost uncomfortably hot, the steam and arousal making his skin flush fever-warm.
“God,” Joe mumbled. “Ohh-.” He braced his free hand on the wall, legs going weak as he started to come. He watched as the first pulse of it arced out and caught loosely on Nick’s forearm, his hip. Nick made this surprised sound and flinched. Joe just grunted, seeing it cling to Nick’s pink skin. It made him come harder, the rest of his orgasm hitting him strong, cock flexing wetly in his fist.
Joe’s heavy breaths seemed loud over the soft rush of the shower. He squeezed his dick one last time, his hands trembling a little now. “Jeez,” he muttered shakily, feeling wrung out. He finally looked up into Nick’s face, meeting his eyes. Nick just stared back at him for a tense moment before he jolted into motion, reaching for the shower door. He was turning his body awkwardly, like he didn’t want Joe to see that his dick was hard.
He heard the bathroom door open and close, saw Nick’s shape through the frosted glass, saw him moving around. He figured Nick was going to sleepily grumble something about breakfast like he always did immediately after waking up at Joe’s place. After a moment, though, the shower door opened and Nick stepped in, naked. He was deliberately looking away from Joe, keeping his back to him.
“Sorry,” Nick said. “Mom wants me to meet her in, like, thirty minutes. She said to hurry.”
They used to shower together sometimes when they were on tour, always after they’d woken up late, too pressed for time to even look at each other.
Joe wasn’t in a hurry now. He licked the water from his lips, hand still moving slowly on his dick.
He was jealous of how broad Nick’s shoulders were, how his biceps looked sturdy without Nick even trying. Joe remembered noticing them even when Nick was fourteen, hormones just starting to take over. Nick wasn’t a little kid anymore though.
Joe studied the little half-curls at the back of Nick’s neck, watched as they went soaked, darker. The nape of his neck was going pink from the warm water, the rest of his pale skin slowly flushing over with the heat.
Joe’s eyes traveled down the line of Nick’s back, down to his narrow waist and his narrow hips and-further down. And it wasn’t like Joe didn’t know that Nick had this sweet, rounded ass. He was always catching himself staring or patting Nick on the butt or hugging him from behind. So Joe knew. But having Nick standing right there, bare-assed and wet from the shower…
Joe’s brow furrowed. He had started jerking off in earnest without really realizing it. He kept at it, wondering if Nick’s skin felt as soft as it looked. He had these images in his head all of a sudden, impulses, but he kept them there, half-dazed as he got closer to finishing himself off.
Nick leaned down to adjust the water, making it warmer, and Joe stared as he bent forward, eyes still on the cleft of Nick’s ass, between his legs. He was so smooth-skinned all over.
Joe accidentally made a low sound, this breathy grunt audible over the sound of the shower. Nick finally turned around and his eyes went wide.
“Dude,” Nick said, incredulous and prissy. “I’m right here!”
Joe had to stop, just holding his dick, trying to get his breath back. “You’re the one who got in the shower with me.”
“I didn’t think you would…” Nick said, trailing off. His eyes flickered down, watched Joe squeeze at his cock.
Joe saw the color rise in Nick’s cheeks, the way Nick’s mouth seemed to go redder. Joe sucked at his own lower lip, his gaze trailing down Nick’s body again. Nick had a hand over himself, shielding, but he was kind of pressing the heel of it against his dick, rubbing a little.
Joe’s own hand started moving on his cock again, tight and fast. “I have to-unh,” he said, voice breaking on a harsh breath.
He really shouldn’t be doing this, he knew that. He didn’t want to freak Nick out, but he was close enough that he had to keep going, thoughtless with it.
Joe saw that Nick’s cock was starting to get harder, all filled out and stiff against his hand. He was thick, his dick this soft, obscene pink.
Nick clasped himself a little as Joe watched and Joe went almost uncomfortably hot, the steam and arousal making his skin flush fever-warm.
“God,” Joe mumbled. “Ohh-.” He braced his free hand on the wall, legs going weak as he started to come. He watched as the first pulse of it arced out and caught loosely on Nick’s forearm, his hip. Nick made this surprised sound and flinched. Joe just grunted, seeing it cling to Nick’s pink skin. It made him come harder, the rest of his orgasm hitting him strong, cock flexing wetly in his fist.
Joe’s heavy breaths seemed loud over the soft rush of the shower. He squeezed his dick one last time, his hands trembling a little now. “Jeez,” he muttered shakily, feeling wrung out. He finally looked up into Nick’s face, meeting his eyes. Nick just stared back at him for a tense moment before he jolted into motion, reaching for the shower door. He was turning his body awkwardly, like he didn’t want Joe to see that his dick was hard.
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