Stepping into the bathroom was like being led into another dimension. Matt told Ollie that they should get cleaned up and leave the house, and after some debate about how they should spend the rest of the day crawled up in bed, he finally folded. Matt knew his dimples would come in handy. Ollie offered to get the water running, knowing that a steaming shower would be just what they needed to rest their worn out muscles. Meanwhile, Matt offered to grab some towels for them and the two parted ways for the first time in over fifteen hours.
As he walked through, Matt could feel the pores of his skin instantly opening up as the humidity fell over the room, leaving it in a thin cloud of haze. It wasn't until he stepped past the vanity and placed the fresh towels on the rack that he saw the silhouette of Ollie's prized ivory skin, leaning over the various nozzles and knobs. Just a thick sheet of glass covered in condensation separated the two as Matt stepped his foot into the shower, digging into the tile floor. His motions were drowned out by the running water that poured out in front of Oliver, who stood at the end, trying to find the perfect temperature. The shower itself wasn't anything to call home about; it had more than enough room for one person, but offered little space for two. Matt wasn't worried about being packed in with his boyfriend, he knew that they'd find a way to make it fit.
Matt reached out, needing to touch him. As Matt's arms wrapped around his wide shoulders, Oliver didn't jump from the surprise. Even being crept on from behind, he eased into Matty's touch like a magnet making contact with steel. The boy's stood for a bit, allowing the water to rise to their ankles before being washed down the drain. Oliver turned to take Matt into his lips, causing his new growing cock to brush against the boy's legs.
Biting down on his lip, Matt could see how hard his boy was. Not even ten minutes ago, Ollie had managed to shoot a huge load of cum and yet here he was, throbbing like he hadn't cum before. Matty kissed at the boy's cheek as he turned to the faucet. Oliver nearly jumped as he felt the warm water wash over his body like a cascading river before splitting in to steady streams at both sides of his dick. Matt's chaste kisses were effective, but did nothing for the boy's swelling cock that stood there, untouched. He called out, "Easy there buddy, let's actually wash up and get some food, then we can play later."
He swore he could hear groans as he stepped aside and reached for the soap. Matty added, "Besides, it's been what- almost two hours since we last ate? You must be starving."
Ollie was about to object when he felt his stomach grumble. "Fine. But I'm having my way with you later," Oliver replied back as he leaned over at cupped the boy's perfect ass.
After a few laughs, he lowered his head, wetting the strands of his jet black hair under the shower. Oliver sighed as he felt the strong streams press into his scalp like a million fingertips, working their way through his tightness. He zoned out in that moment as the water washed over him, only brought back to reality by the feeling of Matty's slick fingers as he worked the fresh foam into his skin. Matt used his hands to guide his body through Ollie's skin, rubbing up against his flesh like it was the first time he had touched it. His expert hands worked their way into Ollie's underarms, combing through the boy's hair. Oliver lifted them up, flexing his biceps as Matty worked soap into them. He took both hands and circled them around the defined muscle, unable to grasp it fully. Matty leaned in and kissed at the three inch stretch of skin between his fingertips- the space that he wasn't able to fully wrap around.
Matty called out, "You know, I think I like you best when wet. It's a good look for you, babe."
Ollie laughed as he shook his head vigorously, splashing Matt in the face, "Shut up and get my back, won't you?"
Filling his hands with soap, Matt worked over Ollie's back. He watched the suds run down the crease and collect at the boy's crack. Matty leaned in, cupping the boy's ass in his hands and squeezing gently. Ollie moaned out, pressing his hand against the glass for support. He felt his knees grow weak in that moment as Matty massaged his cheeks. After a few seconds, he felt a sensation run through his body . He turned his head, pleading, "Matty, please stop. I-"
Matt softened his grip, but left his hands on the boy's sweet ass, "Relax babe, I wasn't going to go any further, I just couldn't resist myself."
Ollie replied back, barely audible over the running water, "It's not that. You know I want you. It's just, you kinda filled me up earlier." Oliver's face instantly turned a bright shade of red the more he continued to speak, "You were touching me like that and it felt really good. And I felt like if you kept it up, It would have wanted to...come out." He immediately threw his arms up and crossed them over his face. Ollie let out a forced laugh, hoping the sound of running water would drown out all the words he said.
Matt reached up and withdrew Oliver's arms from his face, peeling them away slowly like they were the wrappings of a present. Finally clear, he looked as Oliver continued to keep his eyes closed with cheeks still flared. Matt leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Ollie's lips, telling the boy to open his eyes. He kept a steady voice as he looked his lover in the eye, "You don't have to be embarrassed with me. Come on, show me."
Oliver flashed that winning smile, nodding in agreement. He turned back, pressing his chest against the cold glass and pushed his ass out. Matt bit down on his lip, cursing himself for making the decision to shower and go back to civilization. With his boy's plump cheeks just inches from his fingertips, splashing against his body as it ran down his backside like a waterslide, he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock deep inside- for the second time this morning. He restrained himself, letting only his fingertips graze the underside of Ollie's cheeks. He gripped them, pulling them apart and watched as the water ran down in the newly opened crevice. He called out, "Let it out, babe."
As if on cue, a stream of white liquid ran down the side of Oliver's leg, clutching to the boy's wet skin before making its way down to his feet. Matty watched as it pooled on the tile floor, only to be washed away as if it was never there at all. He could feel his cock grow hard, as that image planted itself deep into his memories- the same way he had planted his cum deep inside Ollie. Resisting temptation, he turned Ollie around and licked his wet lips, He waited for him to finally open his eyes, remarking, "That was unbelievably hot."
Ollie turned back with his face still brushed in a bright red hue. He put his face under the stream, hoping it would rid him of his crimson skin and all of the insecurities he had. Pressing his open palms against Matt's chest, he rubbed a few times. Matty palmed his hands in his, offering, "Let's get you clean, dirty boy."
The boys managed to go the rest of their shower without any interruptions. Twenty minutes and a half empty bottle of body wash later, they finally finished up and made their way back to the bedroom. Ollie followed behind, watching the cheeks of Matt's perfectly round ass bounce with every step. He stopped, watching his boy step right into the sunlight that peeked through the curtains at the foot of his bed. He could see droplets of water still rolling down the boy's lightly furred chest. Matty shook his hair about, leaving the area surrounding him with a fine sprinkling of water. Looking back at Ollie, he cleared his throat.
He raised an eyebrow, "You just gonna stand there or are you going to get me something to wear?"
Ollie laughed, wiping up the rest of his torso until it was dry, "Just grab anything out of the closet. I may be a little bigger than you, but you're taller, so I'm sure you'll find something."
Matt walked over and opened the closet door to find a wave of clothes washing over his feet. It was like floodgates were opened as he stood ankle-deep in a pile of t-shirts and jeans. He shook his head, thankful that Ollie had at least tried to clean up. He called out, "Well at least you have somewhat of a system going here. Let me guess, if it's not on the floor, then it's clean?"
