They made their way into the master bathroom. It was a huge walk-in space, much larger than Rus’ bathroom. While the trailer might’ve looked quaint on the outside, it was anything but inside. The shower itself was massive, with a tub almost as large as a jacuzzi.
Dylan dropped his undies and turned on the water before walking over to the sink and gargling a bit of mouthwash. Rus joined him in that, figuring he still had smoker’s breath. After he rinsed his mouth clean, he went over to the shower.
Rus tested the water, and when it seemed warm enough, he hopped inside, making room for Dylan, who immediately soaked underneath the spray. He shook his shaggy, wet hair and grinned at Rus.
“That’ll wake you up first thing in the morning.”
“If you’re trying to wake up, maybe you need a cold shower,” Rus teased, moving his hand over to the nozzle.
“Don’t you dare.” Dylan swatted Rus’ hand. “It’ll wake me up for sure, but it’ll put this guy to sleep.”
Dylan’s eyes wandered down to his semi-erect cock.
“We wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” Rus stepped closer, looking up at Dylan.
“Not at all.” Dylan kissed Rus.
His stubble tickled Rus. They took their time kissing, letting the water run over them until steam filled the shower. Eventually, Rus broke away long enough to grab some body wash.
“Gotta get clean too,” Rus said, rubbing the soap onto Dylan’s hairy chest and stomach.
He had fun lathering Dylan’s body, covering him in bubbles with a hint of coconut aroma. When Dylan turned around, Rus took his time with his back, eyeing his bubble butt the entire time he worked.
“Let me get you,” Dylan said, retrieving the body wash and rubbing it in, paying extra attention to the tattoos. Rus didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, so he just let Dylan work cleaning away at each one with more effort than the last.
“Turn around,” Dylan instructed with an almost commanding voice.
Rus obeyed. Dylan soaped up Rus’ back, massaging his muscles and taking his time.
“That feels really nice.” Rus rocked his head back, letting the water soak his curls.
Dylan continued soaping Rus up, even turning them to get away from the direct spray, then worked his hands lower. As his hand crept closer to Rus’ crotch, Rus reached out and guided the direction.
“Ah, damn.” Rus let his hand fall and allowed Dylan to stroke him.
When Dylan’s other hand cupped his butt, Rus curiously turned his head back.
“I can stop any time you like,” Dylan whispered, running his soapy hand over Rus’ cheeks.
Rus stood taller in response, almost arching his back. But he didn’t speak; he couldn’t find the words.
Dylan’s fingers gently spread Rus’ cheeks, and one of them traced the rim of his hole teasingly. This went on for some time. Rus half expected Dylan to drop to his knees and bury his face into Rus’ ass. Instead, he continued playing with his hole, exciting Rus with each brush of his finger.
When Dylan’s hand retreated, Rus almost bucked in protest, swept away by the moment, but the quick intrusion of a new sensation startled him. Dylan pressed the head of his cock against the entrance of Rus’ hole.
Rus vibrated with anticipation. He turned his head, meeting Dylan at his shoulder as the pair kissed and grinded against one another. The exhilaration left him breathless, but he was too hungry for Dylan’s mouth to stop. They locked lips as Rus let Dylan pin him to the wall.
Fuck, how it turned him on so much. Part of Rus wanted to brace against the shower wall and push back onto Dylan, explore this tiny throbbing ache, but another part of him shook the fantasy away.
As curious as Rus might’ve been, he was nowhere near ready for something like that. Even the slightest pressure against his hole held this tingling ache he didn’t feel prepared to take.
“Sorry, but I’m not getting dicked down for the first time in a shower,” Rus said with a cocky laugh.
“Hey, we can step out, and I can rail you into the floor,” Dylan whispered, somehow even cockier. “Would you like that?”
Rus’ skin tingled. Fuck, he really would like that. Dylan’s touch was electric.
“And if you’re worried about it hurting, I can be oh so gentle when I pound you.”
