Page 67 of The Road Home
As Orson's hands started to slide over Jared's skin, he fought to keep calm and not pull Orson to him. It was hard not to touch him sexually and keep the shower slow and teasing. There would be time later for them to explore their needs, but they both needed this slowness. It was a simple exploration of each other's bodies and a mutual show of trust that they both needed to learn and feel.
"Turn." Jared bit gently at Orson's earlobe as he spoke. "Let me wash your hair."
Orson turned, leaning so his back pressed to Jared's chest.
Jared took a moment to run his hands down Orson's chest, hugging him tightly to his body. He loved being this close and hoped that showering together might become a nightly thing since they would both be getting off work late.
His cock jerked as he brushed over Orson's ass, but he didn't press. He wouldn't go there or even show interest until he was sure that Orson was okay with it. Instead, he reached for the shampoo and poured a bit in one hand before working his fingers through Orson's hair.
Orson moaned. "That feels so good."
"Yeah, it does." Jared brushed his lips over his shoulder as he used both hands to wash and then rinse his hair clean.
Once he was done with Orson, he quickly washed his own, enjoying how Orson explored his body with light touches as he did. When Orson's hand grazed over his cock, he sucked in a hard breath, his body responding immediately.
Orson laughed. "If you react that way when I barely touch it, how will you act when I hold it?"
"I'll die of pleasure."
"I don't want you to die." Orson stared into his eyes. "But I want to touch you."
Jared nodded as he arched his head back, rinsing the last of the shampoo from his hair before giving Orson his full attention.
Orson slid his hands down Jared's stomach, then over his thighs before reaching out with one hand and wrapping it around Jared's cock. He stroked it several times, drawing gasps of pleasure from Jared as he stared at him.
"I like the way you feel in my hand."
"I like the way your hand feels on me." Jared struggled not to rock his hips to increase the speed in which Orson's hand moved over him. He let him do it how he wanted, even if it was slow and torturous. "Don't stop."
"You sure? You want to come like this?" Orson leaned in and circled his tongue over Jared's nipple.
"God yes." Jared braced his hands on the sides of the shower to keep himself still. He wanted to come other ways too, but for now, this was perfect. It was safe, and that was what he wanted most for Orson. Once he was more comfortable then they could do more.
"Tell me what you like." Orson's stared down, watching his fist slide over Jared's cock.
"I like this. I've never let anyone take their time and do this before. I like what you're doing."
Orson stared into Jared's eyes. "Another night, will you let me watch you do it to yourself, so I know how you like it?"
"Only if I can watch you at the same time." The thought of masturbating together was one of the hottest things Jared could think of. There would be no way he'd last if he watched Orson get himself off.
"Yeah, that would be hot." Orson leaned forward for another kiss.
Jared kissed him hard, the whole time trying to hold back his growing orgasm as Orson's fist seemed to tighten around him. It didn't take long before his knees shook and if not for his hands holding on to the sides of the shower, he would have slid to the floor, unable to support himself. "So close."
"Come for me. Let me watch you."
Jared's eyes closed, his stomach tightening, his balls tingling, his breath catching. When Orson's thumb grazed over the head of his cock, his world exploded. Hot streams of cum shot from him, his cock pulsing, and his body convulsing.
"So fucking hot." Orson bent, wrapping his mouth around the head of Jared's cock, just licking over the tip.
"Oh fuck!" Jared nearly slid to the floor. "Can't… Too sensitive." He shook his head.
Orson released his cock, smiling at him. "I liked that."
"So did I." He cupped Orson's face in his hands, kissing him hard, before reaching between them and taking Orson into his fist. "My turn."
"You don't have to." Orson sounded nervous.
