bent him forward slightly so I could work on his back, and when that was done, brought the cloth down to his palms, dabbing at the abrasions there. He hissed, but he didn’t pull away.
“Stand up and face me,” I said gently. “Let me get all of you.”
Not questioning it, Gus stood, and I pressed up onto my knees. The tub was slippery, but I focused on my task. Feeling something in my gut that was a strange mix of desire and care, I brought the washcloth to his legs, running it up his shins and over his knees delicately, taking extra care where he’d scraped them when he fell.
My breath caught as I moved onto his thighs, the skin there soft and undamaged. Christ, I wanted to use my tongue to clean him off instead of the washcloth. Scarcely daring to breathe, I ran the washcloth up between his thighs and cupped his balls, then his cock, washing them slowly. He’d started out soft, but the more I touched him, the harder he got, and I had to stop myself from leaning in and taking him in my mouth right there.
“Turn around,” I whispered, my voice raw with want.
Gus did, presenting me with his perfect ass just like he had earlier tonight. If anything, I was even more turned on now. I held him steady with my left hand, my fingers gripping his hip, while I swirled the washcloth over his ass with my right hand.
I washed his cheeks, then used my index finger to press the cloth into the cleft between them and ran it down his crack. He gasped when my finger reached his hole. Against my better judgement, I pressed in slightly, and he whined in pleasure. I tried to keep going, stroking past it back to his cock, but when he moaned again, I lost all control.
I dropped the washcloth into the water and brought both hands to his ass, spreading his cheeks wide. Gus bent over immediately, bracing his hands against the edge of the tub. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to one cheek, then the next, moving inwards.
“Fuck,” he whispered as I breathed over his tight, pink hole. The word was a bolt of electricity straight to my cock.
I licked a long stripe up his crack, smiling at the way he whined, and then licked back down. He whimpered and pushed his ass out even more. I knew it was wrong, knew this was complicated. We needed to talk, and this was definitely not going to help make things simpler.
I didn’t care.
I brought my tongue to his hole and licked in a slow circle, first in one direction, then in the other. I used the flat of my tongue, then the tip, teasing and probing, my cock getting harder and harder with each moan I was able to wring out of him.
I slid my right hand forward and took hold of Gus’s cock. The head was slick with precum and suds, and he whimpered as I began to stroke him. I kept most of my attention on his hole, though, getting him as wet as I could before pushing my tongue inside. I was rewarded with the sight of his knees shaking.
Fuck, he tasted good. I stroked him in rhythm with my tongue’s movements. I wanted my tongue as far inside him as I could get. This was the first time I’d ever done this with a guy—with anyone—but with Gus, it felt so right.
“God, I’m—fuck, Holden, I need—fuck—Holden—Holden—” he babbled. It was music to my ears.
Gus couldn’t seem to decide whether to rock forward into my hand or backwards into my mouth, but I was happy with either one. All I wanted to do was make him feel good. Take care of him. Keep him here with me.
“Holden, shit, I’m gonna—oh God, Holden I’m—”
Gus didn’t even finish the sentence before he came, shooting through my fingers and splashing into the water below. His body shook, and I held him steady, stroking him gently as he came down from that high.
When Gus finally straightened and turned around, the look he gave me was bewildered.
“What was that?”
I didn’t know what to say. That was me telling you that I want you. That I need you.
That I love you.
The thought rocketed across my mind like a shooting star, brilliant and gone as soon as it came, but it left a bright trail in my brain.