Aiden hasn’t been jerked off in a shower in a long time, and he forgot how wonderful it can feel with the cold tile against his back mixed with thick steam floating around his head.
When he finally spills over Blake’s hand with a shocked gasp, Blake smiles against his neck and says, “That’s to make up for the mind-blowing orgasm you gave me.”
“It’s not a contest,” Aiden says, closing his eyes in exhaustion.
Blake begins to soap up his body, deft hands roving over Aiden’s body in even strokes. It feels amazing and relaxing. Aiden nearly falls asleep standing up.
“Trust me, I’m being courteous,” Blake says, heavy with amusement. “I can’t in good conscience go to sleep knowing that you got the short end of the orgasm stick.”
Aiden pulls Blake close, their bodies flushing together. He sweeps his tongue over the seam of Blake’s lips, dragging it over the roof of his mouth. Blake moans, closing in the gap, and biting on Aiden’s bottom lip. They continue to kiss lazily under the warm water.
When they get into bed, Aiden feels the weight of his exhaustion. The mattress is soft and wraps around his sex-ached body like a glove. Blake scoots closer, his arm gliding over Aiden’s middle, his eyebrows raised.
“This okay?”
Aiden can’t help but smile. “Of course.”
Blake leans forward and kisses Aiden. It’s not urgent or heated like it was before, but soft and languid and...sweet. It makes AIden’s stomach do a little flip, and when they break the kiss, he reaches up and brushes back the hair that has fallen over Blake’s eyes.
“You know, I was checking you out at the party,” Blake says softly, his eyes shiny against the glow of the night outside. “Jesse told me you were single. I was just about to talk to you when that lady bumped into me and knocked my drink over.”
Aiden laughs, his thumb brushing along Blake’s jaw. “Well, I’m glad it worked out either way.”
“Yeah...me too,” Blake says sleepily. He closes his eyes, and sighs contentedly. Aiden continues to trace along his sharp jawline, the bottom of his lip.
“Blake?” he whispers, and Blake opens his eyes. They’re heavy with sleep, but alert.
“Yeah?”
“I was wondering—” Aiden stops and swallows hard. Just ask it, he thinks to himself. “There’s a gig my friend is playing tomorrow night. I was wondering if maybe you’d want to...go with me?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” Blake asks smugly.
Aiden pushes on his shoulder.
“Shut up,” he retorts without any heat. Then he pauses. “And yes.”
Blake hums happily, hooking a leg over Blake’s calf. He brushes his lips against Aiden’s chin, gliding towards his mouth. “Yes,” he whispers against his lips. “That would be great.”
Aiden smiles. “Great.”
“But just so you know,” Blake says with heavy seriousness. “I don’t put out on the first date.”
Aiden laughs, and pulls him close. “Somehow I get the idea we’ll manage.”
The End