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Soft grunts fell from Hathaway’s lips as he rested against the shower wall. Steam enveloped his body as heat sank into his tired flesh. Hot, a touch away from scalding, water cascaded down his body. His head tipped back as his eyes fluttered closed. His skin turned a bright ruby from the heat and arousal pumping through his veins.
This was pathetic. It was all a mistake. Yet, he couldn’t help but want this.
Images of Gigi flashed in his mind. Her long, shimmering flaxen hair. Her ocean blue eyes that shone with mystery and mischievousness. Her kissable lips. Her long legs that he dreamt about wrapping around his body as he drove into her again and again.
His cock throbbed heavily in his grasp. He huffed. His hips snapped forward into his tight fist, his plump balls smacking noisily against the side of his hand, while his imagination went wild. The man knew he shouldn’t care. He couldn’t care. Yet here he was, getting off—alone—to a woman he couldn’t have. His mission required him to be distant from Gigi. The coldness he showed her led her to go off with Officer Kenneth Sleg.
It was for the better, or so Hathaway told himself as he fucked his hand with the desperation of an inexperienced teenager. Anything to ignore the fact that she was getting fucked in this very hotel suite right now. Shameful pleasure burned through his body. His toes curled against the bathroom tile. Pants filled the steamy room with the occasional moan slipping out.
“Whoa,” a smooth voice called out. “Came in to check on you. You seem to be doing okay, though. More than okay at that.”
Hathaway practically jumped out of his skin. His eyes snapped open, and he stared forward to see Kenneth smirking at him. Naked.
“W-what are you?!”
Kenneth chuckled as he stepped into the shower stall properly. His hair slowly became undone thanks to the warm moisture in the air. Steam billowed around the two men. Under the orange incandescent light, his warm brown skin glowed prettily as he closed in on Hathaway.
“Again, what are you doing...?” Hathaway whispered as he tried to tear his eyes away from the other man’s nudity. Heat rose to his cheeks as he tried to ignore the harsh lines of Kenneth’s musculature and the slight, subtle curves of his immaculate body. He swallowed. No, this wasn’t the time for this. It was humiliating enough getting turned on by Gigi earlier. He didn’t need to let his lingering arousal cloud his mind further.
“Don’t let me stop you.” Another laugh escaped the other man as he gently pushed Hathaway out from under the water “I need to shower too.”
“Couldn’t you do this in your own room?” Hathaway felt his mouth going dry as the water washed down Kenneth’s frame. His dusk coloured skin glittered under the rushing water. He was beautiful. Incredibly so.
“You caught me,” he said with another airy laugh. “I wanted to see you.”
“You... what?” Hathaway simply couldn’t wrap his head around it. Was Kenneth that much of a sleaze that he needed to sleep with everyone? Did that include him? Is that what he meant? Swallowing, he looked up into the taller man’s golden eyes as Kenneth stared right back at him. “Listen—”
“Am I not your type?”
“It’s not that...” Hathaway was at a complete loss for words. The scent of sex hung in the hazy air around Kenneth, and the weight of his gaze made Hathaway’s cock throb. His will to stay away began to crack more and more until it was too much. “Never mind. I guess... I guess we’re doing this.”
That seemingly permanent smirk of Kenneth’s widened to a full-on grin. He stepped closer to him. Their chests bumped against each other as Hathaway was pinned to the surprisingly cool bathroom tile. He swallowed as Kenneth leaned in before capturing his lips. The taste of alcohol clung to his lips and tongue as it probed Hathaway’s mouth. He shuddered against him.
“Touch yourself some more for me,” Kenneth whispered. “You looked so hot.”
Biting his lip, Hathaway gripped his cock once more and began to stroke himself off. His eyes flickered towards his before he whispered, “Only if you do it too.”
“You wanna watch me too? Alright.”
Their foreheads rested against each other. The already warm, almost scalding, air felt all the hotter between them as Hathaway peeled his eyes away from Kenneth’s and down to his cock. He was big. Intimidatingly so.
How did Gigi fare? Once again, Hathaway swallowed at the thought of Gigi taking someone as big as this. Could he take him? He hadn’t been with many men before. They were all around his size; average, sometimes thicker, sometimes shorter, sometimes not as girthy.
“You like it?” Kenneth murmured. His own hand wrapped around himself and peeled back his foreskin, revealing his drooling tip. Back and forth, his foreskin pushed and pulled across his cock in an almost hypnotizing way. “I’d fuck you if I weren’t so worn down right now. I bet you’d take me so well.”
“Yeah?” was all Hathaway could muster as fantasies played in his head. He imagined Kenneth pushing him against the bed where Gigi lay. Gigi would laugh and coo as his legs were pinned to his chest and Kenneth’s stupidly big cock pressing against his asshole. He’d spit onto his hand and smear it across his cock before pushing it inside of him. He swore he could feel the burn and stretch from the thought alone. His toes curled as arousal pumped through his veins.
His strokes grew quicker. Tighter. More desperate. Pants dripped from his lips as he felt his balls tighten up against his body.
“Looks like you’re liking this a lot,” Kenneth whispered. His own strokes were long and languid. He took a step forward and was now impossibly close. Their cocks brushed against one another. The contact was electric. “I gotta catch up.”
His hand, larger than Hathaway’s, wrapped around both of their cocks and pressed them together. Groaning, Hathaway peeled his hand away from his prick and gripped Kenneth’s shoulders. His nails threatened to pierce through that dusk colored flesh. A deep, shuddering moan escaped them both as Kenneth began to stroke both of them off. Every twitch, every throb, everything could be felt in that tiny space between them. Precum oozed from both of their tips and smeared across their shafts.
Hungry, almost famished, for more, Hathaway ground his hips against the other man’s. In response to his needy touch, Kenneth’s grip tightened and his strokes became faster. Desperately, they ground against each other between strokes. Soon, they were practically humping each other and Kenneth’s tight grip.
Their heavy pants fell from their gaping mouths. The warm air puffing against each other’s wet skin sent shudders down their spine. They were so close. Impossibly close.
Kenneth tilted his head to the side and stole Hathaway’s lips. The smaller man blinked before returning that kiss with interest with all tongue and teeth. Their tongues swirled and danced with each other. Saliva dripped from their lips, running down their chins and neck and whatever else in steady, sticky streams. Their movements grew sloppier. Looking cool and collected didn’t matter to either of them. It was all about chasing that pleasure that burned through their shuddering bodies.
“Fuck—” Kenneth’s cock throbbed heavily against Hathaway’s. “Gonna cum. You ready? You ready to cum for me too?”
“Yes,” Hathaway muttered between needy pants and kisses. His nails raked along Kenneth’s shoulders and upper arms as his hips bucked wildly into his grip.
Then the world around them faded to white.
White-hot sensation washed over Hathaway as thick cum rushed from his tip and splattered onto Kenneth’s hand. The pearly white hue contrasted almost prettily against his dusky skin tone. Kenneth soon followed. The throbbing of his dick against Hathaway’s dragged out his orgasm. He felt sensitive. Too sensitive. His eyes rolled back as his knees quaked under him, but he managed to stay upright. Cum dripped onto their cocks and into the shower drain below.
Softly, almost tenderly, Kenneth stole one last kiss from Hathaway before peeling himself away. The two showered, this time for real, in silence, with both of them stealing glances at each other before parting ways.