Page 63 of Sweat

“Couldn’t find a six-in-one?” I ask. “Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothpaste, laundry detergent, drain cleaner—”

“You motherfucker,” Rowan snickers, a wide grin stretching across his face while smearing the green soap across my shoulders and down my chest. “Here I am, trying to take care of your ass, and you act like a little brat.”

I kiss his water speckled forehead and revel in the feel of Rowan’s large, slightly coarse palms soaping me up. I reach for the bottle myself, squeeze out a hardy amount, and spread it down Rowan’s back and all the way up to make suds in his short hair.

His eyelids lower as I massage the 3-in-1 into his scalp, a soft moan rumbling from his throat. I look down between us and watch his cock jump, grazing my balls in a sensation that only hardens me more.

I smooth a soapy palm down his chest and abs to wash his junk as gently as I can. His cock thickens in my palm, and I stroke his shaft nice and slow until he’s as hard as I am.

Another moan breezes past Rowan’s parted lips, and a moment later, I feel my cock wrapped in the snug embrace of Rowan’s slippery hand. I kiss the moan from his lips and taste shower water amid the lingering milkshake taste on his tongue.

We get clean and leave the bathroom with towels around our waists like skirts, my dick poking at the fabric.

As soon as we’re shut up in his room, I take my towel off and drape it on the doorknob while Rowan hangs his on the corner of his headboard.

“Want boxers?” he asks, sifting through his clothes stacks.

“Row.” I take his hand, guide him from the desk-turned-dresser and turn him to face me.

Washing my eyes over every inch of him, I find his beauty helps to quell my fucked up thoughts. Like resenting my dying sister for not loving me enough. I don’t want to be that selfish. I don’t want to prefer her suffering to me not losing her. I don’t want Rowan to think I’m that needy, even though I am needy. As needy as Lese was with me, I think I might be that needy with Rowan.

I take his tapered hips and kiss our cocks together.

Sweeping a palm through my damp hair, Rowan tells me to get into bed.

I touch my forehead against his, grinding our hips together. “Call me baby boy.”

Against my mouth, Rowan murmurs, “Get into bed, baby boy, and I’ll make you come.”

I obey, arousal and affection eclipsing my sorrow just enough to stir some excitement into me. Chasing happiness, I guess.

The closest, purest source of happiness I can get my hands on climbs onto the narrow bed with me, pushes aside thecomforter and straddles my thighs. His balls sit on top of mine, his cock crossing with mine, and all I can do is stare at his sharp jaw and parted lips while running my hands over every inch of his toned body—his rippled abs, pebbled nipples, and the black hairs across his chest.

I put my hand around his cock and stroke it until a dribble of pre-cum drools onto my own cock.

“Fuck,” Rowan sighs. He plants his hands on my shoulders and rolls his hips like he’s riding me.

I fit both our cocks in a loose fist and give something for Rowan to fuck. My other hand reaches around to squeeze his ass and tug at the cheek, curious about that part of his body but too nervous to try anything.

What are the chances Rowan would ever bottom for me?

One of us will have to, the way we’re going, and I really hope it’s him.

He sits up, points his nose down and drools a long dribble of saliva onto our cocks, until they’re both slippery in my palm.

We’re both moaning, AC still whirling, and the bed frame creaking in time with how Rowan grinds his balls against mine. Lost in the euphoria of it all, I do something reckless. I bring a hand to my lips and push as much saliva onto my fingers as I can. Some of it drips onto my chest as I bring my hand back to Rowan’s ass, but I smear most of it down his crack and around his tightly puckered hole.

He folds over, putting his hands on either side of my head and tucking his mouth against my ear. “You wanna fuck me, baby boy?” he murmurs.

I whimper involuntarily, my cock throbbing like mad. I massage Rowan’s hole firm enough to feel the muscled ring relax. “Just wanna feel how tight you are.”

Rowan’s hot, wet tongue swipes across my ear. “If you put that finger in my ass, I’m gonna come.”

“Oh fuck,” I groan and press my finger in to the first knuckle. I press firmer until Rowan’s ass loosens, and I sink all the way in.

Rowan’s face drops to my shoulder, mouth open and moaning against my skin. His hips move quicker, like he’s fucking himself on my finger.

I’m in heaven, thinking the only thing better than this right here would be if it was my dick inside Rowan’s asshole. Just his moaning alone is enough to get me close, but his grinding is making me see stars.

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