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He took a drink of the coffee and sighed. “Why is coffee so much better when someone else makes it?”
“I have no idea. Did I get enough creamer in there? Be honest. I’d hate to be making your coffee this way ten years from now only to find out you never liked it.”
“Oh, like the man on Reddit who wanted to know if he was the asshole for finally telling his wife he hated her meatloaf after like twenty-five years?” He laughed and took another sip. “Nope, it’s perfect, for real.”
I loved the way he didn’t argue that we wouldn’t be together in ten years. I knew it was still early days, but at least he wasn’t assuming the worst. I would understand why he would after the little bits he’d shared about his past relationships, but it looked like he was going to give us a chance.
We ate our omelets pretty quickly. Probably because we were both distracted by the idea of a shower. At least, I knew I was, and Spencer finished his food just as fast as I did.
“If you want to run down and get your bag, I’ll straighten up. It’s the least I can do since you cooked.”
“Is that the way your dads do it? One cooks, and the other one cleans?”
“Not really. My dad does most of the cooking, and my pops does help him clean up, but it doesn’t matter because Dad will come behind him and redo it, anyway. He’s a bit of a neat freak.”
“Gotcha. Well, you’ll never catch me going behind you to clean up. I’m pretty much the furthest thing from a neat freak you can be without being a total mess.”
“I take after my dad, I guess. I like things neat and tidy.”
“Good to know. Guess that means I better run get that bag so you can tidy me all up.”
He looked me up and down and gave me a wicked smile that looked both out of place on his angelic face and sexy as hell. “Yeah, you should do that.”
A few minutes later, I was back upstairs with my bag, and we were both naked in his bathroom. The shower stall was small, but it was big enough for what I had in mind. I watched the way the muscles in his back stretched and flexed as he reached up to feel the water coming out of the shower head.
“I swear it takes forever to get hot.”
I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his front, leaning down to kiss him on the shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s pretty hot in here already, if you ask me.”
“Yeah, it is.” He let his body relax back against mine and tilted his head to the side to give me better access. I ran my hand up and down his torso while I lavished kisses on his neck. We stayed like that long enough for the bathroom to start to get steamy, and I figured we’d better get in, or we’d run out of hot water.
I followed him into the shower and directed him under the stream until he was nice and wet. I trailed a bead of water that ran down across his collarbone and down his torso to his already hard cock. “Damn, baby boy, you are so perfect. Look at you.”
“You’re one to talk. Have you looked in a mirror lately?” He ran his hand up across my pecks and down my biceps. Then, with no warning, he leaned forward and licked across one of my nipples, and I gasped.
We’d have plenty of time to explore next time. This morning, what I wanted was to watch him come apart for me again. I reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of liquid soap while I used my body to push him back against the shower wall. Then I took his mouth with mine in an almost brutal, desperate kiss. I’d been careful and gentle with him last night, but I didn’t have the patience for that this morning.
He moaned into my mouth, giving me all the encouragement I needed to proceed. I pulled back and squirted a good amount of body wash in my hands, rubbing them together until they were nice and soapy. Then I rubbed them across his chest and down his stomach. While I watched the soap bubbles run down his body and over his cock, I stroked myself until I was right on the edge.
He reached down to do the same, but I moved his hand out of the way and pressed my body back against his, spreading my legs to make myself a little shorter, lining us up. I took both our cocks in one soapy hand and began to stroke. Spencer’s dick wasn’t as long as mine, but they fit together perfectly. I was already thinking this wasn’t going to take long when he went for my nipples again. This time, he licked and nipped at them as I continued jacking both of us.
I was so close, but I wanted to make sure he was with me, and thank god he was. A few strokes later, he threw his head back against the shower wall and cried out as he began to shoot over my hand. Seeing that pushed me over the edge, and I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to his as my own climax tore through me.
He stood there, eyes closed, under the water, with a smile on his face. “Well.” He let out a sigh. “That’s a good way to start the day.”
“I know, right? Omelets are for sure the superior breakfast,” I teased.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Although the omelet was delicious.”
“Good, because that’s the only thing I know how to cook.”
“Well, you have breakfast covered, and I make a mighty mean grilled cheese, so I don’t guess we’ll starve.”
“With tomato soup?”
“Of course with tomato soup. You know, in the traditional way…out of a can.”
The water started getting cool, so we stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a huge fluffy towel off the rack and wrapped it around him. Then I brushed a kiss across his lips.
