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“Screw the couch—”
“I think you already did.” Wes couldn’t help laughing like a teenager at his own joke.
“Screw you. And come on. We’re both showering.” Dustin tugged him up, apparently sliding back into commander mode.
Even though he really needed to get back to base, Wes couldn’t stop his feet from following Dustin down the hall, to a surprisingly large bathroom with an oversize tub/shower combo. Dustin was seemingly oblivious to his own nudity, moving around easily, grabbing towels and starting the water. But Wes paused. He’d never been completely naked with Dustin, and it felt...momentous somehow. And far more exposed than he was strictly comfortable with. He liked the balance of power best when Dustin was the one stripped down and he was the one in control, managing every second of Dustin’s pleasure, coaxing out his responses.
“You coming?” Dustin asked as he stepped into the shower. The hesitation in his voice, like he didn’t quite trust Wes not to head out, made Wes go ahead and get his shoes and jeans off. The last thing he wanted for this evening was Dustin nervous or on edge.
“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses.” It didn’t help that Dustin was built like an action figure—all broad chest and thick thighs with arms that bulged even when relaxed—while Wes was built like the hero’s sidekick. Skinny. Less substantial. Probably cheaper. He laughed to himself at that last thought.
He slid into the shower, pulling the glass door shut behind him, like that might help with this too-exposed feeling. Then there wasn’t much room for thoughts as Dustin claimed his mouth in a kiss that was as achingly tender as it was urgent. Dustin seemed to have seized the initiative, wandering into the territory that Wes usually manned, and Wes bit at his lips, licking his way into Dustin’s mouth with hungry strokes, reminding Dustin who was really in charge.
“Soap.” Dustin pulled back, breathless. “I’m supposed to be getting you clean.”
“We’ll get there.” Wes tugged him back down, reluctant to let these last few moments together go. Soon he’d have to head out, soon there wouldn’t be any more kisses, no more whispered words, no more so-close-I-might-die feelings. It was that last bit that really got to him—he’d never felt this kind of connection with another person, never been so awed and humbled at the same time as he’d been watching Dustin let go in the living room, never wanted to spend an eternity in a single kiss.
“Show me how you like it,” Dustin whispered when they both finally came up for air again, his big hand finding Wes’s cock with a sure grip.
Oh hey now. Wes’s brain wasn’t any too sure how he felt about this. He was the one supposed to be doling out the good feelings, not Dustin, and he didn’t like how...open this made him, how much he was undoubtedly revealing with each gasp and groan and kiss. But on the other hand, his cock was all in favor of Dustin’s strong fingers working him like they’d done this a thousand times.
Their height difference was just enough to make it a challenge to line up for the sort of mutual jacking of both cocks together that Wes liked being in charge of. Groaning with both pleasure and frustration, he reached for Dustin’s cock. “Bet I can get you off first,” he growled, clinging to some semblance of control.
“You’re on.” Dustin’s deep laugh rumbled through the small space before he captured Wes’s mouth again. The warm water pounded them, and Wes almost forgot about the bet as he got lost in the kiss. Dustin’s mouth was soft and oh-so-giving, and he had this way of sighing when Wes deepened the kiss that went straight to Wes’s balls.
But he was not going to lose. He exploited everything he knew about what Dustin liked—tight grip, fast rhythm, extra attention to the head on each upstroke.
“Fuck. That’s...good.” Dustin huffed even as his own hand sped up. Bastard seemed to have already deduced that Wes liked it looser than him and had added the rub of his thumb against Wes’s balls.
Despite having recently climaxed, Wes’s body tensed, orgasm far closer than he wanted. With his free hand, he pushed Dustin into the tiled wall, then ducked his head, licking at Dustin’s tender nipple, still slightly bruised from the clamps earlier.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Dustin’s whole body vibrated, and Wes could taste victory. He sucked hard while increasing the tension of his strokes.
“Come on,” he whispered against Dustin’s chest before renewing his efforts.
“Oh no you don’t.” Dustin growled, using his bigger size to pull Wes back upright for another bruising kiss. His hand felt both familiar and far better than anything Wes had ever conjured up. Dustin angled himself so that he could use his free hand to tease Wes’s balls even as he still plundered his mouth, and there he was, back on the precipice of coming.
