“I’m jealous of your body,” he says,
“Why?” I frown and spit in the sink.
“’Cause you’re hot.” He rinses his toothbrush, and turns back around.
“So are you?”
He places his hands on my shoulders, sliding them down my arms. Then up to my chest and over my abs. “Not like you,” he mumbles. “Look at this!”
I roll my eyes, and turn him around, facing the mirror. Standing behind him, I rest my chin on his shoulder.
“What’s so wrong about you, then?” I say, moving my lips down and placing a light kiss on his skin. Eyes locked with his in the mirror.
“I’m skinny.” He shrugs the other shoulder.
“You’re lean,” I mumble against his skin, moving my hands down his chest and stomach. “And your skin’s really soft.” I move my nose up his neck, inhaling. “You smell good.” Kissing my way down to his shoulder, I let my hand slide down his boxers. “What else?”
My lips graze his skin. I keep his gaze locked with mine as my hand wraps around his dick, pulling his boxers down with the other. He exhales, leaning back against me.
“I’ve got weird hair, it—” His breath stutters as I stroke him from tip to base. “It never behaves.”
“Your hair’s soft, too.”
I put a finger in my mouth, sucking on it and his eyes widen in the mirror. I withdraw and run it down between his cheeks, and as I lightly press it against his hole, he gasps and drops his head back on my shoulder.
“Look at me,” I mumble, lips against his skin. He pulls his head up, meeting my eyes in the reflection. “What else?”
I reach for the lube we left here the other night, coating my fingers.
“My smile’s crooked,” he rushes out.
I snort. “That’s just bullshit. Your smile’s amazing.”
He whimpers as I push a second finger in. His cheeks are starting to flush, spreading down to his chest, and his eyes slightly hooded.
“Anything else?” I ask, grazing my lips over his skin.
“I… Uh, I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
I press my dick against him. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me? How hard you’re making me?” I kiss his shoulder again, adding a third finger. “You haven’t even touched me yet.”
He grabs the counter, dropping his head forward, moaning. I place a hand on his throat, pulling him up again.
“Look at me, Seth,” I whisper, pushing down my boxers and sliding my dick between his cheeks.
“You’re sexy.” I push inside him. “You’re strong.” I glance down at where my dick sinks into him, and it’s like a fire is lit inside me. “You make me fucking crazy.”
I pull my hips back, and thrust back in, watching him in the mirror. Watchingusin the mirror.
We’re like day and night.
His blond hair to my black.
His blue eyes to my dark green.
His tanned, mostly bare skin to my pale, ink-filled.
And still, it feels like we’re two pieces of one whole.
