There was nothing more gross than the feeling of wet clothes clinging to skin. He stepped into the walk-in shower fully clothed and turned the water on. There was no point undressing anywhere else when he would make a mess.
When he was naked and under the hot spray of water, Jett leaned his head on the tiled wall and sighed. His dick was still half-hard and showing no signs of settling down, and with the images from before floating around in his mind, it was easier to take care of the problem to get a few hours of peace.
He could hear Harrison’s voice through the two doors, muffled and low, but it helped add a layer of realness to the scene playing in his head.
Jett was in this very position, leaning against the shower wall with his legs spread apart. Harrison was kneeling behind him, his tongue buried in Jett’s ass as he stroked him slowly in a way that drove him crazy.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” said Harrison as he circled his thumb around the tip of Jett’s cock and pressed it into the slit. “Such a good boy. I could eat you out like this all day.”
Jettbit off a whimper when Harrison went back to work, the roughness of his beard scratching and tickling his sensitive ass and thighs as he fucked him with his tongue.
He was already at the edge. He had been all afternoon.
Harrison’s big hand kept stroking his cock, working faster and harder now, trying to push him over before his legs gave out. Jett had to bite down on his arm to keep quiet, nearly drawing blood as he raced toward the peak of what he knew was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Jett, pizza or Chinese? I want junk food tonight.”
Jett’s eyes flew open. He couldn’t stop it if he tried.
“Fuck!”
He came so fast that his vision went spotty. He cursed when his leg gave out and his knees hit the shower floor hard enough to bruise. The only thing that saved him from further embarrassment was the steamed-up glass blocking him from Harrison’s view. Only Jett could see himself kneeling in his own cum as he tried to regain feeling in his shaky legs.
“Dude, did you just fall?”
Yeah, right over the edge into orgasm canyon. Thanks for the assist, Killinger.
“Pizza!” Jett shouted, hoping Harrison would get the hint and leave him to die.
“Sounds good,” said Killinger. “I’ll get them to drop it at the end of the road, so I’ll be gone for a minute.”
“Nice,” said Jett. “That’s great. I’m proud of you.”
He didn’t know what he was saying anymore. That orgasm had knocked all sense from him.
“You need help in there?”
Jett switched the water temperature to cold before his skin caught fire.
“All good in here. Thanks for your help—I mean, thanks for the offer! Get the pizza, dude. I’m starving.”
Jett didn’t take his next breath until he heard Killinger laugh and shut the bathroom door, leaving him alone with his shame. He was glad Harrison would be busy because Jett would need more than a few minutes to collect the pieces of himself and put them back together.
God, he was a mess.
If Harrison knew what he had interrupted in Jett’s bathroom, he showed no signs of acknowledging it. He seemed rather reserved as the night went on and the storm worsened.
They ate their pizza and watched TV, but with the lights flickering, it looked like it would be an early night.
Jett jumped when a flash of white light lit up the room, momentarily blinding him, before thunder cracked loud enough overhead that the dishes in the cupboards rattled.
“Ten bucks says we lose power,” said Jett, smiling at Harrison to get him riled up.
But Harrison didn’t take the bait. He was frowning and looking out the window like he was waiting for something bad to happen. Was he nervous about trees falling and hitting the house or blocking the road?
Both would equally suck.
Harrison sighed and got up from his chair. He turned the TV off and tossed the remote on the coffee table before he met Jett’s gaze.
