GlitterGasm - Interlude
Interlude
The Queen shirt Adam had worn lay turned inside out on top of Sutan’s borrowed pants, a sock still caught in one of the pant legs. The other sock was busy sitting a step’s distance away on the bathroom floor, missing its twin. Adam didn’t care.
What he did care about was that the water running down his face and scalp had just the right temperature. Blissfully warm and steaming, but not yet burning his skin. He stood under the spray with his head tilted up, letting the rivulets find their way over the planes and angles of his body. An anticipatory heat had settled in his belly, but he wouldn’t rush now. He loved those first few moments in the shower, when it felt like his body got both heavier and lighter, the tension draining away as the warmth seeped through him and relaxed his shoulders.
Tommy’s face appeared behind closed eyelids as Adam slowly slid a hand down his torso to his cock, which was eager and full when he gave himself a squeeze. He let his head fall forward, and with it the water’s cadence changed as it hit the back of his neck. Adam thought back to that surprise goodbye kiss in the parking lot, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Accompanying the memory came a giddy rush, spreading from his stomach outward, making his knees weak and his dick leap in his hand. Unsteady, Adam leaned back against the wall, the shock of the cold tile sending a whole different kind of shiver through him. He did not shy away from the sensation, but pressing into it, the flat coldness at his back a welcome anchor in a world that was filled with the not-quite-there caress of water and humid air pressing in on him like a foggy, warm blanket. Adam focused on the temperature contrast while he tightened the grip on his erection, starting to stroke nice and slow, the taste and scent of Tommy clogging his mouth. His breathing grew heavy as sense memory washed over him, of Tommy thick and pulsing on his tongue, the feel of all that skin under his hands, the press of the smaller man’s body into his own.
The desire to draw this out warred with the need to release the pent-up energy that had accumulated over the course of the day - and the latter won.
The wet stutter-drag-slide of his fingers stopped for just as long as he needed to locate and open the bottle of shower gel. The fragrance of apricot hit Adam’s nostrils; familiar, sweet. With his hand slickened, he went back to fisting his cock with sure, practiced strokes that were guaranteed to get him off in no time. His left hand drifted lower to play with his balls. Adam gasped at how sensitive they were, swollen and full. He had been on edge for what felt like ages. He needed, he needed-
Skin covered in glitter, Tommy’s wanton gaze going out of focus, coming undone at the mercy of the people that held him restrained like they owned him, owned the pleasure he could give and the man and his very soul. There was something totally fucked sideways about the scene, the memory magnified and twisted and something wholly new, a grotesque shadow in Adam’s mind that brought his orgasm racing through his veins, hot spikes of delicious-wrong, what-the-fuck-are-you-thinking-about, holy shit, oooooooh yeah.
Adam was left feeling boneless and wrung out, and not unlike he had been hit by a train, in a good way. His fingertips thrummed with his heartbeat. He watched soap bubbles collect at the drain, mind moving slow and sluggish like the come that slid down his belly. Once the sudden bout of light-headedness passed, he chuckled to himself, though he was not sure why. Something about this was... hilarious.
Eventually, Adam grabbed the shampoo.
Chapter 2