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"Hell to the fucking yes!" Darian shouted. "Let's go."

        He grabbed my hand and led us to his room. I followed him until we reached the small space I had gotten accustomed to. Before I could fully admire his Hopsin and Vinnie Paz posters, my attention moved to Darian discarding his pants. I watched him take it off as I removed my red jacket before moving to my white shirt. As soon as I lifted the shirt from my head, my breathing stopped momentarily at the sight in front of me.

        Darian stood before me watching me remove my clothes, and my eyes travelled down his body to his semi-erect shaft. His eyes followed mine and once he saw where they landed, he grabbed himself.

        Darian peered up at me. "I guess that workout really got the blood pumping." He stroked himself, massaging along the shaft. It definitely wasn't enough to make him come, but it was enough to get the blood flowing to my crotch as well.

        I had seen Darian's cóck a fair amount of times, but this was the first time I saw all of him out and exposed. Usually when we did this, the receiving person kept at least one article of clothing on. Usually a shirt. Now, I was finally seeing Darian in all of his naked glory.

        "Hurry up and get those clothes off." Darian pumped faster, more deliberately, his grip tightening around his member. "You don't want me to finish myself off, do you?" I knew he couldn't really get off with those strokes, but it motivated me nevertheless.

        I discarded of my pants, boxers, and socks in no time. I was moving so fast, I almost face planted on the floor, making Darian chuckle. His hand halted its motions as it was his turn to check me out.

        I basked in the attention and even though I wasn't anywhere as muscular as Darian, I wasn't skinny either. I was lean with a little muscle. Just enough for an above average guy. It was the first time we were both seeing each other fully naked.

        When his eyes shifted to my middle, however, his gaze locked on the abrasions running along my chest. I almost squirmed at the realization that he was seeing my scars for the first time. For the first time in all of this, I felt self-conscious, and I almost curled into myself.

        Darian cocked a brow. "Don't," he said, making me straighten up and watch him. "Battle scars, right?" He ran his free hand down his right side, drawing my attention to the line of scar tissue that ran down his skin as well.

        I smiled until my eyes dropped to his fist still wrapped around his length. "Dude, I can't take you seriously with your dick in your hand." The mood lightened when he fought back a grin.

        "Then let's fix this." Darian released himself and walked past me. "Come on. Follow me."

        That was exactly what I did. I followed him into the bathroom and made sure to close the door behind us and turn on the fan. I had a feeling it was going to get hot in here.

        When I turned to face Darian, he was already bent over adjusting the water and excitement jolted through me at the sight of him. He had a firm, nice ass. I knew we agreed no anal play, but a small part of me always wondered...

        Once Darian stood up, the water gushed out in heavy streams. Surprisingly Darian had the nice, glass showers that didn't have a tub with it. Then again, Darian had a nice apartment in general. Benefits of a rich father, I guess.

        Before my mind went too rogue, Darian stepped into the stream, allowing it to cascade down his body. The water jumped out at me because the glass door was still open, but my focus was only on the trickles of droplets running down Darian's skin as he moved his hair out of his face and threw his head back, enjoying the warmth.

        He was so sexy, and I couldn't believe I didn't notice it before.

        When Darian realized I hadn't joined him, he glanced my way. He grabbed the loofah and a bar of soap and jutted them out at me. "Are you going to clean me up? Or do I have to do everything myself?"

        He was challenging me and challenge accepted. I stepped under the spray and closed the door behind me, enclosing us in the foggy heat. We watched each other even as the water ran down our faces. "Of course not," I said while grabbing the loofah and soap. I placed them on the shower catty nearby and Darian stared at me in confusion. "I have to wash your hair first."

        I grabbed the shampoo and poured some into my palm, causing Darian to chuckle. "Of course."

        I soon lathered his hair in a decent amount of shampoo, and I massaged his scalp, making sure to clean it out. Most guys didn't know how to properly wash their hair like I did—only cleaning out the surface instead of really getting the mess out. That was why so many girls complimented me on my hair.

        I wasn't slipping like my fellow males.

        I ran my fingers through his hair at just the right pressure, and he seemed to appreciate it. Darian closed his eyes, and the tension eased out of his shoulders.

        "That feels good," he groaned.

        "This is just the appetizer," I whispered.

        He snickered at my reference to his food analogy he used before he went down on me that night at Gavin's and Aaron's apartment. I learned from the best. "Seriously, you're great at this," he reassured. "You should be a hair stylist or something."

        My hands halted, and I rose a brow. "If I took a professional route for everything I'm good at, I'll be a lot of things."

        Darian peeked back at me. "Cocky much?"

        "You are what you eat," I retorted.

        "Ooh," Darian cooed. "We need to get you cockier then."

        "I'm serious," I said. "I'll be a cook. A hair stylist. Even a prostitute."

        "Prostitute?!" Darian jerked his head to really look at me, his eyebrows knitting together.

        I drew closer to him. "I'm good with my hands and mouth, right?"

        Darian's lip twitched upward. "I don't want some slimy guy touching you."

        I leaned back. "What makes you think my customers will only be men?"

        "I don't want some slimy woman touching you either," Darian countered. "No prostitution." His face scrunched up with a slight pout, and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. "Got it?"

        I watched him as his frown persisted. "Got it." Not laughing was a feat but I managed.

        "Good." Darian faced forward again. "Continue."

        "Demanding much?" My hands returned to his hair, massaging the scalp again to re-awaken the pores.

        Darian sighed, leaning his head back once more. "Yet you still listen."

Touché.

        "Bastard," I murmured, and he chuckled.

        I continued washing his hair, making sure to shampoo it twice before putting in the conditioner. I left the conditioner in before lathering the soap in the loofah, and Darian's eyes were on me the whole time. "This is the anticipation after the appetizer and before the entrée."

        I scrubbed him down. His arms, his torso, his back, his legs etc. None of it was safe from me. I wanted him clean. Sweaty Darian was hot and all, but clean Darian was even sexier.

        I wasn't gentle, but I made sure not to rub his skin off. I scrubbed everywhere and the water washed it off as I went, making me have to keep re-lathering the soap onto the loofah. I didn't mind. I even rinsed the conditioner out of his hair when the remainder of soap on his body washed away. There were only two places left to clean.

       His crotch and his ass.

        I couldn't control the excitement that went through me, so I didn't waste time grabbing a hold of his cóck in my hand. He was fully erect now. If my hands weren't so big, I wouldn't have been able to wrap my hand around him. Darian's eyes moved down to my hand on him, and his breathing increased.

        "The best part," he muttered, and I almost laughed.

        So dramatic.

        I rested his erection against his stomach to brush the loofah along his balls, cleaning his ball sack like the rest of him. Once I was done with that, I slide the loofah to his backside, moving my raid there. I didn't shy away from his ass, and I kept rubbing along the area, spending a little too much time there. Darian didn't seem to mind as he watched tentatively. His erection even twitched in my grasp, drawing my attention to it.

        I smiled, rinsing the loofah off before putting it in the shower catty again. "We're done with that, but we have one more place to clean."

        Both our eyes dropped down to where my hand rested. I didn't need soap to clean his dìck. Water and an experienced hand would do. Darian's eyes remained on my hand as I ran it along his shaft in slow strokes, moving my fingers along the area to clean him as best as I could.

        He groaned while I worked him with my hand, running my fingers from the base to the head. In every crease and corner available to me, making sure to get everything sparkling clean. Like before, I spent a little too much time on the area, but I didn't care. Darian's breathing was heavier by the time I was done, so I was proud.

        "There. Done." I released him with a proud smile, and he looked up at me with hooded eyes. "You're all clean. Everywhere. You're welcome."

        We stared at each other, me of smugness and Darian of horniness. His erection was painfully hard by now, and I was only waiting for him to break and finally do something about it.

        I didn't have to wait long as Darian grabbed me and slammed me against the shower door behind him. He pressed his chest against my back, crushing me to the glass, and he breathed in my ear as his hands traveled down to my hips. "You really think we're done?" He pressed his hard-on against my lower back. "No. We're just getting started." He moved his hand down and grabbed me, fisting my semi-erect member. I moaned against the glass, my breath condensing on the surface while the blood rushed between my legs. We both glanced down to watch my erection grow in his hand. "Now is when the real fun begins, Kenji." My name coming from his lips like that made a shiver run through me. "It's time for the entrée."

        To my disappointment, Darian suddenly pushed himself off of me and released my aching hard-on. I stayed glued to the door while he moved behind me, listening to the sound of him squirting something in his hand. I jerked when he pressed his body to mine again, surrounding me in his body heat as he grabbed my cóck in a firm hold, jerking me slowly. His hands moved slickly along my length, caressing the skin with a cool sensation contrasting the hot steam of the shower and the pelting spray. I peeked down at Darian's fist, working my shaft with every pump, to catch a glimpse of the substance.

       Conditioner.

        The clearer appearance meant he had diluted it in some water. When Darian pressed his hips firmer against mine that was when I felt his erection on me again with a new glide to it.

        "Smart," I approved while he rested his head on my shoulder, watching his hand pleasure me.

        His eyes stuck to his large fist as it pulled the flesh of my cock back with every downward tug, only to bunch up the skin with every upward stroke before closing with a swipe to the head. He did it again and again. My throat tightened at the sounds threatening to come out, and the friction between my legs sent ripples of pleasure coursing through the rest of my body.

        Darian shrugged against me. "When you rub one out in the shower as much as I do, you get creative."

        My snicker caught in my throat when he rocked against me in a sensual grind, his hips rolling and pressing all of him against me. We both groaned at the feeling, and I could have sworn he hardened even more. His cóck, hot and pulsing against my flesh, radiated more heat than the shower spray itself.

        "Darian," I whimpered as he pumped my shaft faster. He moved his free hand up my chest, spreading the sheen of condensed water and sweat along my skin, and his hands brushed right past the hideous scars as his fingers ascended before stopping at my left nipple. "What are you doing?" No guy had played with my nipples before and even though I expected it, I still yelped when he tweaked it, rolling the nub between his thumb and index finger. "Fúck!" My right arm reached back and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him closer to me.

        "You like that?" He flicked my nipple, provoking a gasp out of me. "Into nipple play?" He resumed his torturous strumming of my nipple, pulling and twisting as his hand increased its pace on my crotch. His hips never faltered either, humping and using my body for his pleasure. I never knew the thought would be so sexy. "You may not be a sensitive-balls guy, but you are a sensitive-nipples guy, aren't you?"

        "What if I am?"

        "Answer the question." He pinched my nipple, earning another gasp from me.

        "Darian," was all I let out as I released my hold on his hair.

        "Kenji," he responded in the same hoarse voice.

        I moaned and planted both hands on the shower door and spread my legs, giving me leverage and Darian more access. Wanting to make this feel as good for him as it did for me, I bucked back into him, meeting his grind and trapping his erection between our bodies.

        Darian groaned in approval. "Oh, that's better." He left my nipple and moved the hand to cup my balls, rolling them as he panted down my neck. "Kenji," he rasped, his movements growing in intensity as he ground back into me. "Kenji..."

        I didn't know if he was so mesmerized by my wicked moves that he was unable say anything but my name or if he actually just wanted to say my name. Either way, him saying it was doing things to me. Things that were making it harder for me to hold off my impending release as that familiar bubbling surfaced in my balls.

        I moved one hand back to grasp his ass, urging the motion of his hips, and I bit my lip when I peeked down to watch myself fúcking his hand. "You like my ass?" Darian asked when my hand dug into his backside.

        "Yeah," I breathed out, feeling his ass clench and unclench with each forward and backwards grind.

        "Good," Darian said as the hand on my balls left, and I groaned in protest. "I like your ass, too."

        That was all the warning I got before he used his now free hand to spread my cheeks, and my eyes widened. "Darian!" I shouted when he moved his shaft and pushed it between my ass, rubbing it along an area nothing had been rubbed along before. "Jesus," I moaned when his bulbous head pressed against my entrance before withdrawing, only to nudge the opening on a continuous slide. Back and forth we went as we formed a new rhythm. "This is new."

        "I call it an ass-job," Darian answered, and I almost snorted in amusement.

        "Ass-job, huh? Get to work then," I demanded, pushing back against him. My hand returned to the glass, wiping off some of the hazy dew.

        Darian chuckled, and his hand travelled to my chest. It only rested against my abdomen now, keeping my body close to his. "I'm going to take full advantage of it."

        "Oh, yeah?" I quipped. "Let's see who'll come first then."

        "You've sealed your loss."

        That was the motivation Darian needed to up his tactics, his grip on my cock firmer with more purpose, the power beyond his grind possessing a new vigor and his fingers spread out to keep me upright and pressed to him. His breathing became ragged as every warm breath brushed my ear while we moved together. The feeling of him thrusting his manhood along me with his tip teasing unchartered territory and his rough hands manhandling me in the best way possible was so foreign to me, but I liked it.

        A little too much if I wanted to win.

        "Like I said," Darian hissed. "You've sealed your loss."

        "Shut up," I croaked, in denial even as I spread my legs wider. This allowed Darian even more room to fully fit between my cheeks, creating a seal around his shaft so he could now fúck my ass without actually being in my ass.

        I would have laughed if it didn't feel so damn weird and good at the same time.

        Darian seemed to agree by the grunt he released, his chest heaving behind me while my legs shook and my arms struggled to remain on the glass. Shit. Darian's body tensed against mine more and more with each passing second and the tension coiling in my balls confirmed it.

        He was close, and so was I.

        "Darian," I whined, breathless.

        "I know," he gasped. "I'm almost there, too. Ride it out." I clenched my cheeks together, creating a tighter seal and earning a guttural groan from Darian. He stilled momentarily at my action, catching his breath, and I smirked. Got him. All I had to do now was hope he was closer than I was. "Ride it out, Kenji," Darian hissed, recovering.

        His head returned to my shoulder, and his movements resumed. This time, all of his actions came back with a vengeance. His hips. His hands. His whole body. Everything seemed to vibrate against me with new power and strength. I flung my head back and rested it against Darian's shoulders as my arms pressed harder against the glass, needing more leverage for the new level of work required to keep up with him. The shower was beyond heated as the walls and glass were covered in condensed dew, and the only sounds around us were our slapping skins, the beating of the water against tile and flesh and our frantic breaths.

        All my senses were on overload as the pleasure moved through me and climbed higher with each stroke and thrust against me, and I knew one more move and I would be done.

        "Darian, you son of a bitch!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. My trembling legs could barely support my weight. "I'm gonna come." I didn't want to lose, but it was so good, I didn't want to win either. At this point, I just wanted to come.

        "Want me to stop?" His hands slowed. "Give you a reprieve?" he mocked.

        "Don't you dare," I growled. "If I'm going to lose, you better make this loss worth it, dammit." He chuckled, and he obliged.

        Darian didn't stop, his fist pumping up and down my shaft while his hips rolled against mine continuously. My eyes rolled back as my fists blanched against the glass. I was done for when Darian squeezed the underside of my cóck before jerking his hand up and down my length in a succession of rapid tugs.

        I cried out as my release sprayed out of me in bursts of pleasure. I writhed in Darian's arms as he continued pumping and rocking me through my climax, not fazed by the splash of white that coated his hand with each new jolt. I groaned and my toes dug into my feet as the sensation washed through me, wave after wave, concentrated in my crotch and leaving me a whimpering mess.

        While I enjoyed my high, Darian grunted, "Fúck, Kenji." I squeezed my cheeks around him again, and that was all it took for Darian to fall off the edge, too. As I fell back from my high, I was brought back to my senses when a splash of fluid landed on my back, coming out in large spurts. Darian growled as he stiffened behind me, shooting jets of his release onto my skin. "Who's the son of a bitch now?" he mumbled against my shoulder as his climax shook him, leaving him trembling as he continued to release ribbons of come with each new pulse of his ecstasy.

        My eyes widened at how much he came. It was never ending. Damn. He had never come that much before, but I wasn't complaining. It was a good stroke to the ego, so I waited as the wave washed through him.

        Finally, when he was free of every last drop, he relaxed and his hold on my softening erection loosened, even though he still held on. His shaft softened as well but neither of us moved from our positions. We remained motionless, trying to catch our breaths and enjoy the post-orgasmic glow.

        A few seconds later was when he lifted his head up and moved his lips to my ear. "I was saving that for you," he whispered, his voice husky and low.

        I shuddered at his words. Wow. Another notch on the ego.

        "Was that loss worth it?" he asked, his body still recovering from what just happened. The heat and steam didn't make breathing any easier.

        "Hell yeah," I answered without hesitation.

        "Good," he muttered before resting his head against my shoulder again.

        We remained pressed against the glass door in silence until Darian straightened up, and I felt a pair of green eyes watching me. I looked his way, and we held eye contact. His eyes were narrowed, as if in deep thought, with passion and bliss burning in them. But there was something else there. Something I couldn't decipher, but it was intense.

        More intense than I liked.

        Darian's eyes remained on mine with that consuming look, but I was even more surprised when they darted down to my parted lips. His eyes lingered there even as mine stayed on his. When he finally returned his gaze to mine, that look was still there.

Then he leaned in.

        My face paled. Darian tilted his head to the side, still leaning forward while closing his eyes. What the hell was he doing? Before his lips could reach mine, I turned my head, staring ahead at the foggy glass instead.

        Darian paused. My eyes stayed forward, even though I couldn't see past the glass due to the fog. His eyes stuck to me, and his body tensed—staring at me even when I refused to look at him. He only relaxed a couple seconds later, finally getting it together.

        Darian released my cóck before wrapping both arms around my middle. He held me close to his body, inhaling the scent of my neck before moving up to the back of my ear near my tattoo.

        Friends didn't do this.

        This wasn't part of the agreement.

        But I liked his body against mine. I liked his arms around me. And I liked him being close, so I let it go.

        He brushed my hair back to expose my tattoo, but I still didn't look at him. I tensed while Darian stared at it before he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss against the inked skin. I closed my eyes, suppressing a moan at the feel of his warm lips. It reminded me of how he kissed my tattoo that first night, except it felt different.

        More intimate.

        He pulled his lips away and rested his head back on my shoulder, still holding me close. Darian fingered my scars, as if fascinated by them instead of disgusted—like me—and I didn't fight him. I relaxed in his arms, and we stayed like that for a few minutes.

        We stayed there until the water got too cold, forcing us out of the shower. It was one of the best showers I'd ever had. Even though I got my hair wet and would have to restyle it again, it was worth it.

        Every moment with Darian was worth it.

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