Put another mark in the column ofthings I never thought I’d want to dofor the feeling of hot cum on my chest, and one more for liking the taste of it.
Maybe I was a solid bi here.
“Come on,” Aaron called from the bathroom. “There’s a nice big shower stall in here and we both need a real shower!”
That was the truth. Sponge baths on moving trains didn’t count for much. I climbed off the bed and walked into join him in the shower. I stopped in the door, watching him let the water sluice through his hair and down his body, dripping off his hard cock, part around his base and rush down his thighs.
I took back every single time I’d thought he was a twink. In the bed, I’d been too overwhelmed by what he was doing to me to noticehim, but there was nothing stopping me now.
He had well defined pecs, and clearly was hiding a six-pack just under his skin. His arms were toned, and his thighs were thick and strong. The ass was tight and high and just a little bit bubbled—totally something I wanted to nibble on.
“God, that’s pornographic.” I shut the door behind me.
“I was wondering if you were ever going to get in here.”
I leaned against the counter, just watching him let the water play on his body. I could feel myself getting hard again and I didn’t do a thing to stop or help it along. Aaron’s eyes were fixed on me.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, finally moving his gaze to my eyes. “Your tattoo?”
I grinned and turned to show him. I wasn’t the only one who had been too into the action in the bed. “You never saw it? For all the times we changed in the same room for the shows?”
“I saw a hint of it. Usually I was too busy fumbling with my pants around four hot guys with a raging libido.” He motioned me closer. “It’s gorgeous.”
Backing closer to him, his fingers traced the ink on my thigh, hip, and flank, crawling just a little onto my front and back.
The dragon was one my father had drawn one day, after getting tired of doing all of his lab observations. He had grumbled about drawing “all these fucking eukaryotes” and whipped out a fresh sheet of paper. I’d had no idea he could drawlike that, and the resulting image was one I had hung on the wall of my bedroom until I lost him. Then I needed it to always be with me to remind me that we didn’t always know everything about everyone. Even our own parents.
The tattoo had been a study in pain, for sure. From the inner thigh where his tail started, it snaked its way around and up, winding his way over my hip and up to my ribs, where his head bowed and snout pointed straight down.
It was almost comical that Aaron has missed a piece this big, not once or twice, but a lot of times. To be fair, I had been laying on it in the dark train car. But I got it, because I had also missed the one on his arm. A rainbow ribbon that twisted around a gorgeous Celtic band.
“You never wear short sleeves.” My hand found the ink on his skin. “I’ve never noticed this.”
“If I wear a short sleeve shirt, I usually use cover up on it,” he answered, his fingers still dancing on me.
“Why? It’s gorgeous. It’s you.”
“Because not everyone is cool with wearing your pride on your body. I’m pretty obviously gay, but I am also, generally, not a shit stirrer. Until you guys hired me for the band, I thought I was going into chemical research.”
Wrapping my hand around the side of his neck, I leaned in and licked along the column of his throat. “Don’t hide it. Don’t hide who you are. I really, really like the real you.” I chuckled into the soft skin at his neck. “And you are most definitely a shit stirrer.”
“I wasn’t until you kissed me on stage,” he hissed.
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell fuck no.” He wrapped his hand around my cock and pulled me closer. Slowly he stroked me up and down while I played at his throat, nipping and sucking. He lined us up next to each other, and started to slowly jack us, like he had in the bed.
I looked down at our erections, and a sudden overwhelming urge to taste him hit me hard. I dropped carefully on to my knees and I heard Aaron gasp.
“Doxx…”
“I want to.” I took him in hand, and looked at his gorgeous dick. “I really do. I don’t know what I’m doing, so tell me if I’m wrong.”
Flicking my tongue out, I tasted just a little of his pre-cum that had beaded there.Jesus,he tasted amazing. Masculine, heady, warm. I slipped my lips over the head, and pulled him into my mouth.
If there was any point at which I was going to freak out, I was pretty sure it would be this one. Where I had another man’s dick in my mouth. It was a good place to freak out, but I…wasn’t. Not at all.
Not even a little.
