The Down-side of Shower Sex
Once more, Dominic congratulated himself on his almost worrying knowledge of Billy’s daily routine, with not more than a passing contemplation of how it may, to an outsider, make him seem just a little bit stalker-ish. But come on, this was Billy; sexy, sweet, seductive Billy whom he was sure had made his daily routine all the more exact so that Dom could learn it better.
Sure enough, the door to the Scot’s hotel room swung open to reveal a glistening expanse of lightly tanned chest, water droplets meandering their way down to a fluffy white towel slung low over his hips and a confused, concerned look shimmering in the depths of mossy green eyes.
Biting his lip, Billy edged a step closer, his grip tightening on the door frame so that smooth muscles rippled along his shoulders and biceps, gaze sweeping hurriedly over Dom then locking firmly with his own deep blue eyes.
“What’s the matter?”
Dom shrugged, the inoffensive gesture marred by the mischievous grin that crept over his lips, the dangerous gleam in his eyes; without a word he closed the space between them, long fingers gripping at the thin flesh over Billy’s hips, their mouths pressing hard together, tongues tangling delightfully as the Scot relaxed into his lover’s embrace.
With a slight whimper, Billy pulled back, though rested his hands more comfortably onto Dom’s shoulders, the ends of his hair curling in the heat from their bodies.
“I thought ye said it was urgent.”
“It was urgent...I haven’t kissed you all day.” With a chuckle, Billy submitted to another kiss, longer, deeper, the sound of the door shutting behind them muffled as his ears listened only to the low, pleasant moans humming from Dom’s throat.
When his lungs were screaming for air, Billy once again pulled back minutely, his hot breath still ghosting over Dom’s moist lips, tickling at the sensitive skin on his chin and nose.
“I was in the shower Dommeh.” Billy knew that Dom knew this and also knew exactly the response he was going to get and his breathing hitched, heat pooling low in his belly, as Dom whispered the words he wanted to hear.
“Well, now there’s an interesting idea we have yet to try.”
Chuckling, soft and low, Dom wrapped his arms more securely around Billy’s slim waist, pressing their chests together as their mouths met in a deep, luxurious kiss, lips slip-sliding in an increasingly urgent rhythm, tongues barely brushing.
Dipping his long fingers below the edge of the towel hung loosely around the Scotsman’s hips, Dom shifted his weight a little, turning them around and pushing Billy firmly against the hotel-room door.
Clutching his blunt fingers at the strong muscles in Dom’s back, Billy tipped his head back, exposing his neck to Dom’s searching mouth, a faint moan rumbling through his throat at the soft bites to his still-wet skin.
Twisting his wrists, Dom tugged away the towel from Billy’s waist, releasing his weight briefly to allow the thick cotton to slither down to the floor before pressing the Scotsman more urgently against the door.
Hooking an ankle around Dom’s calf, Billy drew in a sharp breath as the younger man’s roaming fingers tickled over the thin skin at his hips, barely registering the dull thud that suggested his head had just smacked into the solid wood of the door behind him.
“Yer fecking wearin’ too many bloody clothes.” The words tumbled out in a breathless rush as Billy’s slim hands tugged insistently at the buttons of Dom’s shirt, shaking too much to properly navigate their working; pressing his teeth harder into the Scot’s collarbone, Dom grinned to himself at the ragged moan this excited and ripped open only the top few buttons before pulling his shirt off.
Digging his fingers into Dom’s back again, Billy pulled them closer and laid a soft, open-mouthed kiss on his lover’s chest, just over his heartbeat; his eyelids fluttering closed, Dom paused, relishing in the feel of Billy’s skin against his own then tipped his head forward, capturing the older man’s lips in a passionate kiss as he divested himself of the last garment of clothing.
With a wicked smile, Dom pulled away and kicked aside the pile of clothes scattered at their feet, reached out for Billy’s hand and lead him into their small en-suite bathroom. The mirror was still misted up from Billy’s interrupted shower and with a laugh Dom scrawled a huge smiley face in the water droplets before twisting the water pressure on full and pulling Billy under the barely lukewarm water with him, causing them both to give off decidedly girly shrieks.
Hurriedly Dom twisted the second handle by half a turn and allowed the water to warm up some before turning and pulling the shower curtain across behind them; with the now hot water sluicing over his back, Dom pushed Billy up against the hard tiles, hands cradled protectively around his waist, and pressed another firm kiss to his mouth.
Running his fingers through Dom’s damp hair, Billy leaned into the kiss then danced his fingers down his lover’s body, following the trickling paths of water over his skin and pulled their hips closer together, gasping at the surge of heat through his blood.
As Dom’s warm lips worked their way down Billy’s neck, he tucked one hand under his knee and raised his leg up, but the water pooling around their feet had made the smooth tiles slippery and he lost his footing, stumbling into the wall; reaching out his free hand to steady himself against something, anything, Dom’s searching fingers encountered the small wire rack of shampoo bottles and, grabbing it for support, the plastic containers were knocked to the floor.
Billy tightened his grip on the younger man’s waist and, laughing, pulled him upright, blinking water out of his eyes. Swearing under his breath, Dom carefully leaned down and gathered up the bottles, setting them back on the shelf, then pushed his sopping hair out of his eyes and slipped his arms back around Billy’s slim hips.
Raising his head for another kiss, Billy pressed their bodies together, wet skin sliding and warm water collecting in the hollows between them; feet slipping still on the damp floor, Dom stroked his fingers up and down Billy’ back and dipped his head to scatter kisses down his neck.
Biting down on the contour of Billy’s shoulder, Dom adjusted his hold again, turning slightly to put them back under the water flow; licking at the faint teeth-marks on Billy’s skin, Dom turned his attention to the smooth muscle at the base of his lover’s neck. Unfortunately, the water ran together and collected in the hollow of his collar-bone and Dom had to pull away, spitting out a mouthful of lukewarm water and shaking wet strands of hair out his face again.
Billy raised his hands, laughing and pushed the last few stray strands of hair away from Dom’s forehead then, as he pressed a brief kiss to his mouth, a sudden shiver ran through his body, tugging at the muscles in his back and chattering his teeth faintly. Frowning, Dom twisted at the taps again, but the water pressure continued to fall until, with a strange juddering noise, it stopped completely, a trace of leftover water dripping pathetically onto them from the shower head.
Dom tugged at the taps futilely for a moment, but then Billy shuddered again and he noticed goose-bumps creeping over his arms and legs; pushing back the shower curtain, Dom grabbed a large, fluffy towel from the heated rail next to the sink and wrapped it completely around Billy, pulling him close for a quick hug and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Picking up another few towels, he tied one quickly around his hips then ushered Billy back into the bedroom and sat him down on the bed.
Sitting down next to him on the bed, Dom used the hand-towel to scrub Billy’s hair dry, teasing at it with his long fingers to work out the tangles before starting to do the same to his own hair, shivering slightly as he did from the water rapidly evaporating from his bare torso.
With a sideways glance, Billy tugged the towel tighter over his shoulders and hurried across the room to turn the heating up full on the radiator, then pulled their dressing gowns out of the wardrobe and quickly slipped into his own, abandoning the towel in the middle of the floor. Dropping the second robe onto Dom’s lap, he climbed up behind him on the mattress, wrapped his legs around the young man’s waist and pulled the towel out of his hands, setting to dry his hair himself.
Leaning back against Billy’s chest, Dom wrapped his fingers in the belt of the dressing gown, pulling anxiously at the fabric: “I’m sorry that didn’t quite work out-“
“Hey, dinnae fash yersel’ Dommeh it was a lovely gesture; rather romantic actually...”
“Really?” Billy set aside the hand-towel and hugged Dom to him, brushing his lips softly over his shoulder then tipping his head up to capture his mouth in a slow, deep kiss; one hand held Dom’s body tight against his chest and the other snaked down over his stomach, pushing aside his robe and untying the rough knot in the edges of the towel. He slipped his hand under the damp fabric and, as Dom gasped, he whispered against his mouth, hot breaths shallow and rough; “Verrah romantic Dommeh...”