Been thinking about you

Thom has a bad habit of leaving the shower curtain open. It has something to do with a fear of being stabbed Psycho- style, and Jonny usually hates it because it leaves the bathroom in a wet mess of puddles which Thom of course will never take care of. But sometimes Jonny sees this habit as a bless. Like right now for example, as he’s leaning against the bathroom wall, watching Thom take his shower.

Thom is so into it he doesn’t even notice Jonny is watching him. He’s in one of those shower trances, when you close your eyes and let the hot water take over every inch of you. He’s facing the wall, surrounded by steam and water, occasionally lifting his hands to slowly rub his face or to run them through his hair. Jonny makes a mental note to tell Thom that his open- curtain system is not working because anyone could have stabbed him right now.

Jonny slowly take off his clothes, trying not to make any revealing noises as he’s stepping inside the shower, wrapping his arms around Thom, who doesn’t even flinch, he just turns around, smiling his mischievous smile. He must have known Jonny was there all along, the manipulative bastard, Jonny should have guessed all of those luring gestures weren’t for nothing.

“You already showered today” he points out to Jonny.

“I know that” Jonny points back.

“I think you’re developing a showering obsession, Jonny. Maybe you should get some help”

“You’re the one who would be needing help if you don’t shut up, Thom”

Thom is starting to make another sophisticated comment but Jonny is covering his lips just in time to stop it.

“Mmmpphhhh”

“Shutupthom”

Jonny is enjoying the hot water, a little too hot for him but he already knows that’s how Thom takes his showers. There’s actually something about too hot water that makes you feel a little numb, makes you move slower and feel less, and Jonny loves that sensation.

The sensation of Thom’s hands moving up his spine is even better and Jonny closes his eyes and lets the water fall on his face and slide down his neck. Everything around them is steamy and wet and Jonny is taking his time to enjoy this moment of wet bliss, wrapped in Thom’s arms, Thom’s forehead pressed against the gap between his neck and his shoulder.

But Thom’s erection against his thigh is reminding him that he didn’t come there to enjoy the lovely water, he came because the sight of Thom’s wet naked body was too much for his cock to bear.

With one quick motion he grabs Thom’s cock with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, pulling him into a wetter-than-usual kiss, Thom moaning in surprise into his mouth. Jonny just knows what’ll happen if he’ll grip Thom’s cock with his hand and use his thumb to stroke the head, he knows it won’t take long until Thom will break their kiss with a gasp, spin him around and push him against the cold tiles.

That’s exactly what he wants Thom to do. It doesn’t take too long before he finds himself facing those tiles, Thom’s cock finding its way into him and Thom’s lips on the back of his shoulder. The water, falling down on the both of them like rain, is making everything slippery and fresh, causing little rivers to form and go down their now joint bodies.

It might be the laziness caused by the hot water or just the special aura of a good shower that is causing Thom to move so slow, slower than usual, slower than Jonny has ever felt him moving. He has his palms on Jonny’s chest and his lips wide open against his skin and Jonny can barely hear anything apart from their deep sighs and the sound of water hitting their skins.

Jonny’s hair is sticking to his eyes and forehead in wet strands but he really couldn’t care less at the moment as his dazed consciousness is busy trying to figure out whether Thom is moving too slow or not slow enough. Right now it’s just on the border, and that particular rhythm is starting to drive Jonny into a sequence of quivers, almost unfelt at first, slowly turning into uncontrollable shivers accompanied by low groans and sighs.

Thom’s response is of course to slow down even more, linger on his movements even more. He pushes all the way in as far as he can go and then stops altogether, waiting for Jonny to calm down while kissing his back gently. Then, when Jonny stops shaking and grows silent, still panting a little, he starts moving again, slower this time and with Jonny’s cock between his fingers.

“Fuhhhhhack, Thom…”

This routine seems to be lasting for hours, Jonny is not really sure if they’re hours really or just minutes, seconds maybe, it doesn’t matter to him really, he’s slipping into a state of vagueness, comfortably drowning in a cloud of steams and sex, laziness and cold tiles. Thom’s cock, barely moving inside him is no longer an external organ pushed into him, it has become a part of him already, an inseparable part, he has no idea anymore where he ends and Thom begins or how he’s ever going to survive once this is over.

They are both so consumed with this endless fuck that none of them even notices when the hot water are starting to run out. It’s not until the water are becoming practically cold that they fall out of the spell they were under, the first thing Jonny notices is that they are both shivering now and he smiles to himself in satisfaction. Thom is waking up, gripping Jonny’s hips and starting to move faster, matching his stroking hand on Jonny’s cock to the new rhythm.

The cold waters are like a slap, rushing their bloods and freezing them all at the same time, none of them is even considering reaching out a hand and turning them off, it’s like they’re in a battle against it now, a race maybe, trying to prove something to the water and to themselves.

The shakings are becoming violent and so is the fucking, Thom is practically hurling himself against Jonny, one hand still on Jonny’s cock moving without control, the other one drawing deep scrapes on Jonny’s chest. Jonny is not growling anymore, he’s screaming now, his voice lost in between the hoarse edges of Thom’s voice so he screams even louder, he needs to hear himself for some reason, he needs to feel like he’s really there and this is not some sort of a crazed fantasy.

It doesn’t take them long to come intensely against each other, Thom biting on Jonny’s shoulder and Jonny screaming loudly, his head thrown back and his eyes shut, the both of them still shaking and Jonny is wondering if it’s the pleasure or the fact that he’s freezing. Thom manages to pull himself together long enough to turn the water knob and only the sounds of single drops of water hitting the floor are filling the room now. Jonny begins unconsciously sliding down the shiny tiles but two firm hands are grabbing him, pulling him into an embrace.

He lets himself drift and be led into the safe arms of a soft dry towel, enjoying the loving manner in which Thom wipes dry every last inch of his skin. They are both still shaking even under the thick blankets, occupying only one side of the bed as they’re curled up against each other, slowly kissing and chuckling at unspoken absurdities, drifting away and giving in to the sweet slumber coming to collect them.

“I could’ve stabbed you if I wanted.”

“Uhhm, what?”

“In the shower, I could’ve stabbed you just like the…”

“Don’t say that!”

“Just like…”

“Jonny!!”

“Close the bloody curtain”

“No fucking way, are you mad?”

“Thom…”

“What?”

“Oh…Just forget it…”