Page 138 of Out of the Storm

“Yes,” Gary said after another kiss.

One of Jeff’s hands found Gary’s stiffening cock. He stroked him once.

“How about now?”

“Mmm . . . lessso.”

Twice. Three times.

“Now?”

“God, Jeff,” Gary breathed. “No, not mean at all.”

Abruptly, Jeff took his hand away and moved a step back. “Now?”

Gary whined a little. “So mean.”

Jeff kissed him once more. “Wash my hair for me, and then I’ll make it up to you.”

“Mean,” Gary complained. But he was already reaching for the shampoo bottle.

Over the last few months, Jeff had been having Gary touch him as much as possibleoutsideof the bedroom. For some reason, it had seemed to be helping him become even more comfortable with Gary touching him in bed. So, sometimes he had Gary shampoo his hair or massage his shoulders or help him trim his scruffy facial hair. And Gary, of course, seemed to relish every opportunity for them to be close. While their physical relationship wasn’t like any Jeff had experienced before, both because comfortable intimacy for Jeff could be like a constantly moving target and because Gary was the cuddliest person on the planet, Jeff was no longer worried that it wasn’t enough. Because he was happy. And he could let himself believe that Gary was happy too.

While Gary worked the shampoo into Jeff’s hair, Jeff closed his eyes and hummed, enjoying the feel of Gary’s firm fingertips massaging his scalp. After a couple of minutes, Gary’s hands found Jeff’s waist, coaxing him to turn around. Facing the far side of the shower, Jeff tilted his head back to rinse away the suds, and then he heard Gary’s velvety, radio-perfect voice next to his ear.

“Mind if I kiss your neck?” Gary asked.

“Go ahead,” Jeff said, smiling a little.

Gary pressed his lips to Jeff’s skin, and Jeff felt Gary’s arms slide around his midsection. Gary kept kissing Jeff’s neck, sometimesstopping to lap up some water with his tongue, and Jeff backed up a step, pressing his backside flush with Gary’s front so he could feel Gary’s erection pressing against him.

“Gare,” Jeff sighed. “I want you.”

Gary’s hands slid lower, stopping right above Jeff’s pubic bone. Jeff’s cock throbbed slightly in anticipation for what was to come.

“Is this okay?” Gary asked.

“Yeah. Touch me.”

Gary’s hand wrapped around his shaft, and Jeff let out a moan. He let Gary stroke him a little, though the feeling was... intense. And hereallydidn’t want to finish yet.

“Baby,” Jeff said. “I want...” He bucked his hips into Gary’s hand. “Can we try what we tried last time?”

“Yeah,” Gary said, taking his hand away.

Gary fell to his knees, and Jeff placed both of his palms flat against the tile wall. And then Jeff spread his legs.

“Ready?” Gary asked.

“Yeah,” Jeff said, his cock practically aching now. “I want it.”

Jeff sucked in a breath the moment Gary’s hands parted his ass cheeks. And then, fuck, his knees nearly buckled the moment Gary’s tongue touched his hole. Gary licked him a few times, teasing the outside of his pucker, the sensation making ripples of warmth roll through Jeff’s body. Gary paused, and Jeff spread his legs farther apart. When Gary’s tongue touched his hole again, its warm wetness sent a pleasurable shiver up Jeff’s spine.

“God, Gare,” Jeff moaned. “I love this.”

“Touch yourself, Jeffrey.”

With a low whine, Jeff wrapped a hand around his length, but, Christ, he was barely able stroke himself without making himself climax. He moved his hand slowly, keeping his hand loose, and still, only thirty seconds later, he had to stop and turn back around.

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