I’d faded to a semi with the nervousness about what I was doing, but my cock swelled to life and twitched in my underwear.
I made a strangled sound as I clutched the doorway, resisting every impulse that wanted to rush over there and grind against him.
“Oh,” Rusty grinned breathlessly and straightened up in a slow ripple, like he was made of water. When he stood straight again, he was so obviously naked that I had to take a moment to look him up and down.
From gorgeous face to his toned abs to his pink cock, hard and mouthwateringly delicious, which stood straight and proud against his stomach.
“You were quicker than I thought,” Rusty said like it was nothing, and I found a gorgeous naked redhead in my bedroom every day.
“H-Hi,” I said, which was probably the least sexy come-on I could manage.
Rusty giggled. “Come here.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I walked up to him, but when I reached for his waist, Rusty playfully slapped my hands away. “You want to be flexible? Join in.”
“Oh, no,” I groaned. “I thought I was getting something else. Now I’m getting fit instead.”
Rusty laughed. “Down,” he insisted anyway, and I pouted.
“I’m not that flexible, and/or my dick’s not that long. Trust me, I’ve tried.” Rusty giggled again as I bent over as far as I could anyway. My fingers only dangled in front of my shins, but Rusty still praised me.
He talked me through another handful of stretches, and I quickly shook off the stiffness of sleep. That was the only stiffness vanishing, though.
Rusty’s stretching routine sure got the blood rushing—or maybe that was his presence. He kept touching me, guiding me through which leg to put forward or where to put my hands, and I couldn’t stop looking at the morning light catching on the planes of his sinuous form.
“Now,” Rusty murmured, “come back to standing and take a deep breath.”
I did feel better when I straightened up, despite the prickles from disused muscles. I breathed in and let go, a smile spreading across my face as I met Rusty’s eyes.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
Rusty stepped forward, twining his arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. “My pleasure,” he murmured and ground against me in a slow, fluid ripple, until he was pressed watertight against my skin.
Oh, fuck. Without the layers of clothes and the public nature of the dance floor, it was completely different.
For one, I could feel his cock swelling to life again, and my ego was suddenly the size of a house. “Hello,” I said, low and rough with arousal. I slipped my arms around his waist and pressed into him, letting my palms creep down to the curve of his ass.
It was firm and hot under my palms, and his moan only spurred me on. I rubbed gently, then slid my hands down to his thighs. My fingertips trailed back up the insides of his thighs as my hands glided up to his back again.
“How about sharing that shower now?” Rusty suggested. He shifted until the whole, hard length of him met my hip and pressed forward, his hips rippling so he slid against me.
“Yes. I’d like that,” I said, like a dumbass.
It was the biggest understatement of my life. I wanted him to show me everything I didn’t yet know, and had only been able to fantasize about for so many years.
“Come on, then.” Rusty reached behind himself with both hands and towed me along to the bathroom. His steps were light as he pranced ahead of me, letting go and twirling his way into the room.
My nerves about being naked with him for the first time were washed away by the eagerness written all over him. He turned and grabbed me by the waist, kissing me thoroughly as he slid his hands down my sides.
I let him peel my underwear off, stepping carefully with him and then bending over to put them in the laundry.
I earned a playful slap on the ass for my trouble, which made me laugh in shock. “Rusty!”
“What? Partner privileges, right?” Rusty batted his lashes up at me like he knew exactly how adorable he was, and how much I’d let him get away with.
Oh, yes, I would let him. But there was a price to pay later, and I was pretty sure he wanted to pay it.
He licked his lips hungrily, turned on the shower, and pulled me in. And just like that, I found out that the shower was big enough for two men. I sent a silent prayer of thanks to the past, when I’d thought it was optimistic to decide on that criteria during the remodel.
The nerves were gone. And I wasn’t worried that Rusty thought I was only in it for sex. I valued him for so much more than that. In turn, my desire was sparking so much fiercer, my worries gone. I wanted to be close to him, every way I could.
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I suddenly knew how Rusty felt all the time—bouncing around as he walked, expressive and happy, carefree.
I don’t just want to be like him—I want him. I’d been comparing myself, but maybe I needed to stop doing that and trust that he found me hot.
His body sure seemed to point that way, so to speak.
“Can I, totally respectfully, ask you to do something for me?” I asked with a grin. Streams of hot water across our bodies made it easier to glide my hands across his body, my nails biting into skin here and there.
“Please,” Rusty moaned. He trembled against me, his hips jerking forward like he was desperate to grind, though I was holding him at arm’s length.
“Would you teach me how to suck your cock so it feels good for you?” I let go of his hips and ran my hands across the ripples of his pecs, up to his cheeks.
He tilted his face up and leaned in for a deep kiss with tongue, sucking playfully on my lip. “Please,” he whispered for the second time.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
And I sank to my knees—less gracefully than Rusty would have, but with all the eagerness of the life I saw stretching out in front of me for the first time. A life making each other happy.
I licked my lips as I ran my hands up his thighs, his cock in full view. I couldn’t look away. It was pink and stiff in the air, standing in front of smooth balls.
I gently cupped them in one hand and leaned in. Gingerly, my pulse fluttering under my skin with the thrill, I ran my flat tongue across the velvety, soft skin up to the tip of his shaft.
Oh, God, it feels so good. I curled my fingers around his cock and looked up at him, squeezing as firmly as I dared. I let the circle of my fingers glide along his shaft until the rounded head disappeared into my palm. Then I slid it back down again, all the way to the sparse hair around the base of his shaft.
Rusty’s groan was a low, sensual sound reverberating from the walls until it trembled through my very soul.
I slid my grip to the base of his shaft, the hard tip pointing toward me, and tried to swallow my excitement.
“Lick it,” Rusty breathed out. “Again.”
I looked up again and found him staring at me, his eyes wide and lips parted. Water streamed down his toned body, running along his thighs and dripping from the base of his cock, just in front of my face.
I grinned. “Yes, teacher,” I teased. “Right now?”
“Now,” Rusty managed, but his voice was strained and I saw his nails pressing between the tiles. I winced and avoided telling him to be careful of the grouting. That would take deeply uncool to a whole new level.