Brian looked at the little fading circle of red from his teeth on Nick’s skin. “You don’t have any tattoos.” He knew that, just never thought about it. “You seem like the kind of guy who would.”
“My dad had tattoos.”
“Oh.” Brian didn’t know much about Nick’s dad, except that he’d shared the hot temper Nick battled against, and he’d died when Nick was very young.
“And after I got over trying not to be anything like Dad, I’d set my mind on being a cop.”
“I’ve seen cops with tattoos.”
“I was going to be this great undercover detective.” Nick’s laugh was fake. “A tattoo would be a real stupid way to be outed.” He lowered his voice to a rough tough-guy tone. “‘I got busted last year by this fuckin’ cop with a shark on his right arm.’ ‘Oh yeah? I just seen a guy like that in the other room…’”
“That makes sense. Anyway, I like your skin all smooth like it is.” Brian licked over Nick’s hip to change the topic.
But Nick added, “I could get a tattoo now, I guess. You want to pick one out for me?”
Brian hesitated. The conversation felt off, like there was more meaning than there should be. Maybe it was all the stuff Nick had lost, coming back to haunt the idea of getting ink. He decided a joke was safest. Sliding his hand to the top of Nick’s ass, he said, “How about putting ‘Brian was here’?”
“Dork.” Nick ruffled his hair hard enough to push him off-balance. “Names are the kiss of death anyway.”
“Maybe we’ll skip the tattoos.” He wrapped his hand around the base of Nick’s cock and sucked the head into his mouth. Nick grunted deep in his throat and his fingers tightened in Brian’s hair.
The warm water ran down Nick’s body, over Brian’s hands, but the hard length between his lips was his to slick up with spit, his to press with his tongue, and pull in deeper, to slide in and out with a testing little scrape of teeth on the underside. The way Nick’s breath caught on a moan was encouragement. Brian spread his knees for better balance and angle and put all his newly learned skills to use.
Nick began thrusting in time to the bobs of Brian’s head. Brian tried to relax his throat and hid the times his eyes watered as Nick went deep. There was nothing better than making Nick lose his gentle care. Nothing made Brian feel more powerful than when Nick became so lost in his own needs that he’d push, and tug hair, and shove himself into Brian’s mouth, seeking his own pleasure, trusting Brian to speak up if it got to be too much.
The flavor of precum welled on his tongue, the salty sweetness almost too far back in his throat to taste. He braced Nick’s hips and sucked up off him until he could lick around the head and sample the slit with his tongue-tip. He flicked a look upward. Nick stared down at him, eyes dark in the curtain-dimmed shower, his mouth open, his face wet, his cheeks and neck flushed.
“If you want anything different, you’d better stop now,” Nick said.
Brian grinned and sucked him down deep again. Nothing different. Just you in my hands, my mouth. He ringed the base of Nick’s erection with two fingers and worked on getting his lips to touch them. Nick’s noises got louder and better as Brian switched to fast deep bobs. When Nick came, Brian managed for once to not choke at all.
Relax and swallow. So good. He floated in some other zone where all that counted were the places where he touched Nick— Nick’s shape in his full-stretched mouth, cum against his tongue, the press of fingers on his scalp, the tight clench of ass muscles under his hand. The shower cocooned them. The rhythm of the spray drowned all sound except Nick’s soft gasps. So good.
Of course, it didn’t last. Nick’s grip on his hair eased and Brian suddenly felt the ache in his knees from the hard tub. He leaned back reluctantly, letting Nick’s softening dick slip from his mouth.
“Your turn?” Nick bent to help him stand. The water spraying off Nick’s shoulder hit Brian’s face and he coughed.
“Hot water’s running out.” He hugged Nick, suddenly so glad and grateful to have this man that he drew a grunt out of him with the force.
Nick laughed and hugged him back, then adjusted the tap. “Means