Page 3 of Second Chance

Tony breathes in thick steam. “So perfect for me. Getting me off just how I like it first thing in the morning as if you have nothing better to do—”

Daniel’s mouth cuts him off, his fist speeding up on Tony’s cock.

“I don’t,” Daniel says.

Tony would understand, he’s sure, but Daniel sweeps his thumb across the head perfectly, and Tony’s so close, and Daniel’s got this look like he’s ready to eat Tony alive. All he can manage in response is, “Huh?”

“I don’t.” Daniel’s lips curve in a smile, too soft to be sexy, too private to be anything else. “There’s nothing better to do than this; there’s nothing more important than making you feel good.”

Tony’s breath hitches in his chest. Daniel’s hand tightens around him a fraction, and Tony comes, spurting up and over Daniel’s fist and dripping to the shower floor. The water washes it away instantly.

It takes Tony a moment to catch his breath. Daniel’s hands are steady at his waist.

When he can think again, he pushes away from the wall and slides to his knees.

“Tony,” Daniel gasps above him.

Tony doesn’t wait. He opens his mouth around the head of Daniel’s cock and takes it in. There’s barely enough space for him to kneel at Daniel’s feet, and the porcelain isn’t easy on the knees. But under Tony’s hands, Daniel’s thighs tremble. Daniel’s broad shoulders stop the spray of water from hittingTony, leaving him to concentrate fully on sucking Daniel’s cock as sloppy and wet as he knows how.

“Oh, shit.” Daniel moans as Tony speeds up.

Tony’s learned after a few months that Daniel likes it messy. He’d never admit it. It sounds too crass for his delicate sensibilities. But he flushes all the way up his chest and neck when Tony lets spit drip out of his mouth and over his fist as he pumps the base slowly.

Daniel lets out a breathy, “Ah!”

It’s Tony’s sign to speed up his fist and to stop sucking, just holding the head in his mouth and tracing patterns on the underside with his tongue. A minute, maybe two, and Daniel groans low in his throat and almost doubles over as he comes. It draws him out of Tony’s mouth, and the come runs across Tony’s lips, shooting over his cheeks.

“Sorry.” Daniel’s out of breath when he realizes, which is gratifying.

Tony blinks up at him through eyelashes gone sticky.

They both burst into laughter.

“C’mon, help me up,” Tony demands through chuckles.

Daniel helps him to his feet and graciously cedes his spot under the spray so Tony can get his face clean.

“Ugh.” Tony groans as the hot water makes Daniel’s come turn from sticky and wet to oddly flaky. “Why does that always happen?”

“It’s protein,” Daniel explains absently, uncapping his three-in-one shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel. “Heat makes it break up.”

Tony squints at him through the water. “Like when you skim the white gook off of chicken stock?”

Daniel pauses in lathering up his hair. “Okay, one, thanks for comparing those two things. Two, what kind of chicken stock are you making?”

“You know, when you put the bones in a pot and—”

“You usebones?”

Tony sighs. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty. And smart.”

Daniel rolls his eyes as he does every time Tony implies he might think Daniel is attractive—as if he can’t believe the man dating him might legitimately think he’s hot. He hands Tony his shampoo. He must have started buying it sometime a few weeks ago when Tony wouldn’t stop complaining about Daniel’s.

Showering together is nice.

In a very practical sense, it’s awful. Their elbows and knees are always in the way, and sidling past each other to get under the water is fraught with the risk of slipping. The shower curtain keeps clinging to Tony’s calves. But when they pass each other, Daniel’s body brushes up against Tony’s. When he needs to rinse out the shampoo, Daniel helps, running his hands through Tony’s hair. When they get out, Daniel hands Tony the second towel he keeps out all the time for Tony these days.

“I could get used to starting the day like this.” Tony’s head is hidden under the towel as he rubs his hair dry, which is the only reason he says it. It would be too direct otherwise.

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