I lead him down to the basement where I have all the wood and tools already waiting.
“Wow, you’re all ready to go,” Watson says, looking at measurements I’ve already jotted down and the sketch I roughed out.
“I’ve been meaning to get this done for a month, but something kept distracting me,” I explain with a pointed look and a grin.
“Not sorry.”
“Neither am I,” I agree. “Let’s get started.” I rub my hands together and reach for the notes I made.
“Two levels would be better,” Watson suggests, looking over the draft with me.
“Can they climb? They’re so stocky with those stubby little legs.”
He chuckles. “You make ramps to go to the second level,” he explains.
“Easy enough.” I flip the paper over and sketch out a new design, which Watson approves, and then we get to work.
Watson
If I thought Ev looked hot on Halloween wearing a toolbelt and no shirt, I severely underestimated exactly how sexy it would be to see him actually use his tools. His face is set in concentration, the power drill whirring loudly, his muscles straining the sleeves of his shirt, while I hold the wood stable and try not to drool.
I’m almost positive he doesn’t even need me for this process—considering when I went upstairs to pee, he finished putting together an entire side without me in less than five minutes. But I’m not about to complain about my front row seat to construction porn.
My only real contribution to the process, aside from my fantastic design suggestions, is singing ad libbed songs about tool safety. Ev’s eyes sparkle with amusement as I try to come up with a second verse to a song that started with Tools come in many sizes, it’s how you use them that I’ll emphasize.
“Lube your drill before you use it,” Ev suggests with a smirk.
“Pound a nail but don’t abuse it,” I sing-song back, and we both laugh.
It only takes about two hours for him to have the entire thing put together, and it looks so awesome, I’m tempted to try to convince him to build Fermata a new cage.
“This looks amazing. Just wait until we paint it.”
“Why don’t we take a break and order some dinner first?” he suggests, standing up and stretching his arms over his head to work out the kinks. His shirt rides up, exposing the furry little happy trail beneath his belly button. I lick my lips and shuffle forward until I’m kneeling right in front of him.
“Dinner is one option.”
His eyes darken as he looks down at me. “I’m listening.”
I slip my hands under his shirt and slide it up again, leaning forward to press a kiss to that patch of skin beneath his belly button, and his breath hitches. “I’m thinking we hop in the shower together to get all wet and soapy together, see where that leads.” I flick my tongue along the waistline of his pants, and he drags his fingers through my hair.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” he agrees breathlessly.
I cup the growing bulge in the front of his jeans, and he gasps, thrusting into my grasp. His grip on my hair tightens as I kiss and lick his stomach until his erection strains against the denim.
He makes a noise of protest when I pull back, and I chuckle. “I kind of have to get up if we’re going to get to that shower. Although, I’m also fully on board with dragging you down here next to me and making a feast out of your ass here and now,” I offer.
Ev blinks and some of the lust clears from his eyes. “Tempting, but I’m sweaty from working all day, so a shower is a good idea.”
“I figured as much.” I get to my feet, and he grabs my hand, practically dragging me up the stairs and down the hall to the master bathroom.
Ev turns on the shower, and we both strip out of our clothes while it heats up, trading kisses and eager touches as our clothes form a growing pile on the tile floor.
When the air grows humid around us, and the mirror starts to fog, he pulls back the curtain and steps inside the shower, and I follow right after him.
“I’ve never taken a shower with anyone,” he admits, reaching for a bar of soap on the ledge and rubbing it between his hands to create suds.
Maybe it’s greedy, but a thrill rushes through me knowing this is another one of Ev’s firsts I get to horde to myself. By the time all of this ends I’ll be like a dragon, jealously guarding my carefully collected treasures—Ev’s first kiss, the first time he held a cock in his mouth, his first shared shower, the first man who got to hold his heart, however briefly…
I press my lips to his and slip the bar of soap out of his hands. “Then let me do this right.”
“Mmm,” he hums in agreement, letting his head fall back into the spray of the water while I soap my hands and run them over his chest. The suds cling to the hair on his body and then run down his torso, pooling in the hair around his thick, hard cock, and then washing away. I take my time soaping every inch of him, flicking my thumbs over his nipple rings and grinning when he gasps.
“This soap smells amazing.”
“Bourbon soap,” he answers, sounding relaxed as I massage some of the tension out of his shoulders. “You know, I used to have this exact fantasy, before we even met.”
“What’s that?”
“A gorgeous man massaging my back and running his wet hands all over me in the shower.”
“And, is it living up to your expectations?” I ask with amusement, motioning for him to spin around so I can get his backside.
“Everything about you has been so far beyond my expectations,” he answers, and my heart skips a beat.
I’m falling in love with you. I bite my tongue to keep the words from falling out. Instead, I kiss the side of his neck and slip my sudsy hands between his ass cheeks in an attempt to change the subject back to sex as quickly as possible.
“Oh,” he sighs, leaning back toward me as I run my fingers through his crease.
“You like that?” I ask, flicking his earlobe with my tongue and teasing the tip of my fingers along the rim of his hole.
He nods, his breathing picking up. I reach around him to set the soap back on the ledge and then drop to my knees behind him.
“Jesus,” I murmur reverently, spreading his ass cheeks to see his hot, tight hole. He groans and pushes his hips back, his hands flat against the shower wall. His entrance clenches and unclenches, fluttering under my gaze as rivulets of water hit it and drip down to his full, heavy balls.
I press my face between his round ass cheeks and drag my tongue over the rough pucker of his entrance. He gasps, jerking away in surprise and then shoving himself back toward my tongue. All I can taste is the hot water still running down his back and pooling against my tongue, and the spicy bourbon soap I washed him with. Underlying all of that is the barest hint of the Ev flavor I’ve grown addicted to over the past six weeks.
“More,” he groans.
I shove my tongue inside him, and he cries out. I moan against his hole, licking and sucking it, teasing it open as I massage his ass cheeks in my hands.
“Oh, fuck,” he pants as I work my tongue in and out, fucking him with it, softening his hole. If I had lube, I’d add a finger or two, but since I don’t, it’s probably a good time to relocate.
I stop licking him and get to my feet, fully intent on turning the shower off right away, but instead getting distracted by the miles of firm muscle on Ev’s back. I nip at the back of his shoulder and then kiss my way along his skin to the back of his neck. He murmurs sweet sounds as my hard cock nestles into the crease of his ass.