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The Move

by Doug Smith

Chapter 44


I hoped Dan would say something as I walked away but he didn't. I didn't know how I felt as I walked downstairs. I didn't know if I was pissed, hurt, frustrated or what. Probably some combination of all the above.

Dan had shut me out. I loved him and wanted to be there for him, but he wouldn't let me. There was obviously something between him and Jake. Maybe I couldn't do anything to help but it bothered me he wouldn't talk about it. What happened to this him-and-me-together stuff he talks about? Does that only apply when it's convenient?

I felt bad. He just got home from the hospital and I wanted tonight to be special. I wanted to make him feel special. I definitely hadn't planned on having an argument. This was the first time we've had any type of disagreement since we cleared everything up. I know everyone has arguments but why tonight?

What he said didn't make much sense. Why was it better I not know? What could be so bad? I get if he told me then his parents would know I knew. I wouldn't be able to hide it and I wouldn't lie, but I could say it's not my place to say anything. They'd understand. Was it that he doesn't trust me? Why would he say I don't want to know? I don't get it. There's got to be something else.

I really didn't know what to do. I couldn't go back upstairs. Dan probably still wouldn't talk and we'd either end up arguing more or just not talking. Either way I'd feel worse. I couldn't go to 'my' room either. My parents were using it. I really didn't really want to face people either but I didn't have much choice. I guess I could have sat in the kitchen alone but I grabbed a soda from the fridge, tried putting on a happy face and went downstairs.

My parents – man, that still seems strange to say – but my parents and Mr. and Mrs. J were still sitting by the fireplace talking when I walked in. They looked up when I came down the stairs but I tried not to make eye contact. Scott was playing Nintendo. I swear that kid could play games all day long. He was cute. 'Kids,' I thought. Everyone else looked at me wondering what's going on but it was like Scott was in his own world.

"Hey Scott, you want to play Wii?" I asked, trying to ignore everyone else.

"How's Dan?" asked Mrs. J.

"He's fine. He's lying down. I wasn't tired." I tried to sound like nothing was wrong but it's not like I could hide it. I'm not a very good actor.

"You don't have to tell us. I'd hoped he would talk to you, but something is obviously wrong and he's keeping it all inside," Mrs. J said. "He has a habit of doing that. It isn't good."

"He wouldn't, he said..." I stopped before saying anything else. I didn't want to get into a conversation about Dan. What his mother said did make me think though. Dan does have a habit of keeping things inside. He thinks he can solve everything by himself. Look what happened between him and me when he first moved here.

"It's okay Josh. You don't have to say anything. We don't want to put you in the middle. Why don't you play Nintendo with Scott. He's been after us to play but he beats us too easily," Mrs. J laughed. "Maybe you could give him some competition."

I was grateful they didn't push me into talking. There was nothing I could tell them anyway, but I definitely didn't want to answer a lot of questions. I know I would have said things I shouldn't. Plus Scott, being Scott, did take my mind off things for a while. He just has a way about him. His energy makes you feel better despite anything else going on. It's like he doesn't have a care in the world. We played Nintendo for about an hour before it was time for him to go to bed. He beat me at three out of the four games of tennis not to mention bowling. It was fun.

Something else occurred to me while Scott and I played. I had reacted emotionally. I let Dan's not talking bother me. I felt hurt. But then I realized this wasn't about me. Dan is the one who was upset. I should be supportive, no matter what. That's what you do when you love someone. I was still going to try getting him to tell me about Jake. I'd remind him we're in this together and I was there for him. Talking can wait though. Tonight was his first night home. I had plans to show him how much I missed him. Yes, talking could wait.

He was sleeping when I went back upstairs. I almost didn't want to wake him, up but I knew he needed his bandages changed and to get ready for bed. A shower wouldn't hurt either. That gave me ideas. That's what I could help him with. I leaned down to give him a kiss.


"Mmmmmm," I moaned, pressing my lips back against those kissing me. I must have fallen asleep. I had been dreaming. It was one of those fucked up dreams you remember but where things don't make sense. The people shouldn't know each other but do and the events and places don't match. Like, for example, Josh talking with Jake and Jake not being his assholeish self and not even acting weird about Josh looking like Aaron.

"You don't even know who you're kissing," Josh said, his warm breath on my face.

"Doesn't matter," I said kissing him again. "Feels good. Just don't let my boyfriend find out."

"Oh, he definitely knows!!" he said pressing his lips against mine one more time, kissing and sucking each lip individually before pulling back.

I opened my eyes and met his brown eyes looking at me. "What a way to wake up," I smiled. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Not quite two hours. I've been playing Nintendo with Scott. He's getting ready for bed. He wanted to sleep in here again but I told him there isn't room. He wants to say good night though. I think your arguing with your parents upset him."

"My arguing with you upset me. I'm sorry Josh."

"No, I was being selfish. There's obviously something between you and your cousin. I should have been more sympathetic rather than being hurt that you wouldn't tell me. It's not about my feelings."

"You're wrong. I should have told you. Not talking about it was selfish. I was thinking about me. It's you and me Josh. Your feelings are very important. I'm sorry I hurt you. I was up here staring at the ceiling feeling like shit because you weren't here… that you didn't want to be here."

He smiled. "That makes two of us. I felt like shit being downstairs. I felt there was this wedge between us. I thought if I came up it would be bigger because we'd argue more. Feeling like that sucked. Playing Nintendo with Scott helped. It gave me time to think."

"I think we just survived our first argument," I smiled, giving him another kiss. "I felt the same way and definitely didn't like it. You know though, as bad as it felt, it feels all that much better now that it's gone. I love you Josh. So much."

"I love you too."

"That wasn't meant to be funny," he said when I smiled.

"I was just thinking how that 'I love you too' sounded different from the one you said when you went downstairs. I like this one better."

"I loved you then too," he said.

"I know, but this one didn't have an implied 'but I'm pissed at you' on the end. An 'I'm pissed at you' that I made you feel."

"Do you think straight couples talk like this? Is it because we're teenagers? I can't imagine your parents falling all over themselves apologizing to each other for something. My parents either. I think because we're both guys we really do understand each other on a deeper level. Different from a guy and a girl. We see things the same way. A guy can never truly see something from a girl's perspective or vice-versa."

"My boyfriend the philosopher," I smiled. "I guess more of the world should be gay."

"I don't know. I just know I like you and me feeling like we do. I can't describe it. It feels right. It's like a feeling of home, of safety. Maybe straight people get the same feeling because of the different perspectives. I can imagine not all guys want to share their feelings with other guys like this. Does that make any sense?"

"Honestly it does. I feel it too. I feel it's you and me together. You're always in my head. You and me together Josh. I never want that to change. And you're right. I can't imagine a guy and a girl being connected like we are, but then again we are gay. Do you want to talk about Jake? I want to tell you."

"How about tomorrow? We'll go out to breakfast again or something. Tonight I have plans. Let's say good night to Scott and your parents. Mine too. Then we'll get you in the shower. I want you squeaky clean all over," he smiled, giving me another kiss. "Like I said, I have plans," he smiled.

"I can't wait," I said into his mouth as we kissed. "But we'll talk about Jake tomorrow first thing. Hopefully you can help me deal with him."

"Maybe second thing," he smiled, squeezing my crotch. "I might have plans for tomorrow morning too."

"I think I'm going to like your plans," I smiled, as he helped me up and down the hall to Scott's room. I was feeling better and could have made it on my own but I liked Josh's help. It felt good having him close. I did have to adjust myself before talking with Scott. Talking with Josh had made me hard and I was pointing straight out in the running pants. I had a decent sized tent in the front. While I couldn't hide it completely it did help angling things up and letting my t-shirt cover things to some extent. I smiled noticing Josh doing the exact same thing.

My mother was changing the sheets on Scott's bed when we walked in. I had forgotten Jason had slept in Scott's room when he was here. I guess that was better than Jason sleeping with Josh. While I know nothing would happen between them for lots of reasons, that still struck me as weird. Maybe because I'd feel weird sleeping in the same bed with Jason.

It was funny watching Scott try help. Mom definitely could have done it faster by herself. She spent more time telling him what to do than if she just did it herself. It was cute. He was in his pajamas. I hadn't worn pajamas in years. I knew he wore them when he slept with Josh too because there was a pair on my floor. I'm sure Josh wore more than he would be wearing tonight as well.

"Hey Scott, why don't you go pick up your dirty clothes in my room? Tripping over Josh's stuff is bad enough. He wasn't that much of a slob before you showed him how. I hope he can be retrained."

"Hehehe, okay. I always know where my stuff is though."

"Yeah, it's on the floor somewhere now go pick it up. Please?"

"Do you want your sheets changed?" Mom asked. Mom hadn't changed my sheets in years. That's probably a good thing.

"I'll do it," said Josh. "I meant to pick up and change the sheets earlier. It's been a hectic day. Let's go Scott. You can help me too."

It was awkward being alone with my mother. Neither of us said anything while she finished changing Scott's bed.

"I'm sorry Mom," I said when she finished.

"I'm sorry too Dan. There's obviously something between you and Jake that I don't understand. I hope you tell me, but if you don't want to then I'm not going to press. I'm looking forward to seeing Carole but I don't want his being here to affect Thanksgiving."

"It won't Mom. I promise." I wasn't so sure about that however. I didn't see how it couldn't. I could only avoid him so much. I could stay in my room but that would be weird. Plus it wouldn't be fair to Josh. He deserves to spend Thanksgiving with everyone else and he wouldn't if I was holed up in my room. I shouldn't have to do that anyway. I want to enjoy Thanksgiving too. No matter what, there will be times when we have to be in the same room. That will be awkward at best. Talk about the elephant in the room.

"We'll do what we can. At least we know there's something between you so we can try to run interference."

"You shouldn't have to Mom. It'll be fine."

She knew as well as me it was going to be awkward and stressful. She just smiled however. "You should apologize to your father. You were rude earlier."

"I know. I will. I lost my temper."

"I wish I understood."

"I know Mom. Believe me, it would be worse if I told you. I don't want anything coming between you and Aunt Carole. I also don't want to hurt the Michaels."

"What do they have to do with it?"

"Forget I said that. Just please don't ask. Okay Mom?"

She was about to say something but fortunately Josh and Scott came back so we didn't say anything else. Josh gave me a knowing look. He had to hear at least part of what I said and he could obviously sense the tension in the air. Even Scott could sense that.

"Jake is a poophead," he said looking at me.

"Scott!!!" Mom said. "He's going to be a guest in this house. You treat him that way. He's still your cousin."

Unfortunately the last part was true and would be no matter what. I wonder how she'd feel about the first part if she knew what he'd done. I also wondered what she'd think of me if she knew what I did.

"Scott! Mom's right. You don't have to not like him just because I don't. One of us should be nice."

"Okay," he said. "I like him. I always beat him at video games."

I laughed. "And you're even better now. You should really kick his butt."

"I'll own him," he laughed.

I couldn't help but smile at how quickly Scott's attitude changed. It was like he totally forgot he had just called Jake a 'poophead' and now he was looking forward to beating him at video games. If only it was that simple for me. Of course Scott didn't have a reason to think he's a 'poophead'. Not that I'd call anyone that, I did.

Josh and I went downstairs to say good night and for me to apologize to everyone else. My father was still a little irritated, not because I wouldn't talk about Jake, but more because of my attitude. He said he wouldn't tolerate disrespect.

I think the Michaels were just confused. Fortunately, they didn't know this was about Aaron too. They probably felt they were in the middle of a family argument and were just uncomfortable. They said good night and how happy they were that I was home and okay. It occurred to me this was the first time Josh and I would be sleeping together since they got here. I wondered how they felt about that. My parents tolerated it, which was pretty amazing when you think about it. They knew we did more than sleep. I guess they kind of had the military 'don't ask, don't tell' mentality. The Michaels probably didn't care either. After all, Aaron and I slept together in one house or the other pretty much every night. If I wasn't home my parents just assumed I was sleeping at Aaron's or vice-versa. I wondered if Josh was worried.

"Shower?" I asked when we got back upstairs.

"Yes!!! Will it be okay? You just had sponge baths in the hospital. Are you sure you can get everything wet in the shower?"

"I think it's okay. We should take my bandages off though. That won't gross you out too much, will it?"

"I want to see what he did to you. I was worried you wouldn't want me to see. Let me help you."

"You just want to get me naked," I smiled, as he helped pull my shirt over my head. Then he pulled off my running pants so I was sitting in just my underwear. My cock had gone down talking to my parents but it immediately reacted when I felt Josh's hands slide down my legs.

"You did that on purpose," I laughed.

"Yup," he said. "Because I could. Now lay back and I'll take your bandages off."

He was tentative because he didn't want to hurt me but we were able to get them all off. Our eyes met after he had seen my cuts. Actually, the only real cut was from the surgery but I had quite a few bruises on my stomach and legs.

"They don't look that bad," he said. "You heal quickly. I plan to kiss all your boo-boos though. I'll make them feel better."

"I'm sure you will," I smiled. "I know something that doesn't hurt that you can kiss too."

"I can think of a lot of things that don't hurt that I'm GOING to kiss."

"Geez, will you go get a towel? I can't walk across the hall like this."

It was a good thing he did because the Michaels came upstairs just as we were walking across the hall. Josh stood in front of me to block their view of my obvious condition. He was in the same condition but at least he had pants on and could hide things a little better. It also blocked them from seeing all my bruises. It was the first time they had seen them. It made them flinch.

"They look worse than they are," I said. "They're really much better today. Josh is going to help me with a shower. They just gave me sponge baths in the hospital. A hot shower will feel good. I probably should have taken one earlier."

"A hot shower always feels good. Do you mind if we brush our teeth first? We'll probably be quicker than the two of you," Mr. Michaels said with a slight grin. I smiled but Josh turned a little red. Maybe we didn't really hide anything at all.

Josh and I went into the bathroom as soon as Mr. and Mrs. Michaels finished up. Whatever embarrassment he felt was gone as soon as we closed the door and turned on the shower. He told me to get in while he took off his clothes. I slid off my briefs and stood watching him before stepping into the shower. He gasped when he looked up while stepping out of his jeans.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "My bruises? You've seen them before."

"No," he said. "Not at all. They make you more sexy. Don't get me wrong. I'm sorry you have them but you're beautiful… and you're mine," he smiled.

"Remember you're mine too," I said. "These would be a lot worse if you hadn't jumped in. You're the one who is beautiful."

"You're the one with the sexy body," he smiled. "Let's get you washed."

That thought sounded good. I hadn't had a hot shower in over a week. Sponge baths just don't cut it. Standing under the hot water felt like heaven. I'd always loved a hot shower but after not having one and with Josh so close, it was the best of both worlds. I tried not to get my cuts too wet but did let the water run over my bruises. I wrapped my arms around Josh the best I could and pulled him against me. It was like we were in our own world. Our own sexy world. I reached for the body wash to begin soaping up.

"Dan, let me do this," he said, putting wash on a Loofah bath sponge. "Just put your hand on me to steady yourself and let me wash you."

Oh God, that was so hot and sexy! Nobody had ever washed me like that before. The sponge baths in the hospital definitely weren't like this. Josh started by rubbing the Loofah up and down my arms, first the left and then the right, lifting each one to get underneath. He didn't do it fast like the nursing assistants did in the hospital either. He took his time. The passion he showed was as thick as the steam filling the bathroom. Every once in a while he would take a break to give me a gentle kiss. I was so turned on.

"I can do this, you know," I said.

"I know, but I've wanted to do this all week," he smiled, as he started washing my chest. He was oh so careful with my sores and bruises. "I've been thinking how I've wanted to wash you and make sure we don't miss anything. I love you, you know."

Who was I to argue? We had taken showers together before but not like this. This was so intimate. I was worried I'd cum by the time he got anywhere near my cock. Both our cocks were pointing straight out and they rubbed together when he reached around me to wash my back.

"Hold on to me," he said, leaning his head on my shoulder. "I don't want you to fall. And let me know if this bothers your sores. We'll stop."

"There's no way we're stopping," I said, holding him tight. "I love you." Our lips met as the water ran down our bodies, embracing tightly. "I don't want this to end," I moaned. It was so sexy holding his naked body.

"I love you Dan. I wish I could tell you everything I'm feeling. I don't know where to begin. I have all these feelings flowing through me. The more I think about you, of us together, the stronger they get. I wish we could stay like this forever, just the two of us, nobody else. It would take that long to show you how much I love you and what you mean to me. I want to spend a lifetime with you… being your lover, pleasuring you."

"OMG, Josh. All that stuff you said? Change the I's to me's and the me's to you's and it's exactly how I feel. I have those same feelings inside and the more I can love you, the happier I can make you, the stronger they become. I want that forever."

He smiled and gave me another kiss. Then he put the Loofah down and picked up some shampoo. Nobody had washed my hair in years. I was soooo turned on.

"Close your eyes," he said, as he started lathering my hair. He used both hands to massage my scalp with his fingers, all the while his lips kissing mine.

"So good Josh," I moaned. Hopefully my parents didn't want to take a shower because there definitely wasn't going to be much hot water left when we were done.

"Okay," he said. "I have to get your legs. Put your hand on my shoulder."

He squatted down and with the Loofah washed up and down my legs. He picked up each foot and gently washed each one. It tickled. The last spot he washed was where I wanted him to wash the most. He knew it too. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Only one part left," he said, running the Loofah over my crotch, gently rubbing it over my pubes and down around my balls."

"Oh Josh," I moaned. "I'm going to cum."

"Not yet," he said and pulled away. "Turn around." He took the Loofah and and rubbed it over my ass. I instinctively spread my legs but he didn't push the Loofah between my cheeks. He used his fingers instead. He put more body soap on his fingers and ran them up and down my crack. I thought I was going to pass out.

"Everything needs to be clean," he smiled. "Turn back around. I think you've waited long enough. I know I have." He let the water run through my pubes to rinse away any soap and then opened his mouth. I watched as he leaned forward taking me between his lips. At the same time he switched from a squatting position to his knees, one hand was on my cock and the other wrapped around on my ass.

I wanted it to last but it didn't. My legs started shaking uncontrollably. I willed them to stop but they wouldn't. I felt it. Such pleasure. It was like we were one. "Oh Josh," I moaned. I wanted to warn him not that any warning was necessary. My entire body was shaking and I was holding his head looking at him. "Sooooooo goooooooooood," I moaned as my cum shot out of me. It had been over a week. I don't think I'd ever gone that long even when I was depressed. On a scale of one to ten this orgasm was a twenty. Josh just stayed there until my body stopped shaking, taking every drop. Fortunately he held on to me as well. Otherwise, I might have fallen over. Finally, he licked my cock getting the last drops before standing up to give me another kiss. I could taste my cum on his lips.

"Feel better," he asked?

"Oh God Josh. That was fantastic. If I didn't know better I'd swear you've been practicing," I said wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against me.

"It's easy when it's love," he said. "I wanted this to be about you. Now lets rinse off and go to bed."

"What about you?" I asked.

"Do you really think I could have lasted during that? I shot my load the same time you did. You were just too far gone to notice, and that was exactly what I planned. I have more plans too," he smiled.

"And we should also talk about Jake."

"Tomorrow. Tonight is for us and I won't be able to talk. My mouth is going to be otherwise occupied and not many intelligible sounds will be coming out."

"You should know it's not just Jake though. I did some things I'm not very proud of as well."

"It's okay Dan. You're a good person. Look how you always help your friends. I bet if Nicky or Danny or Chris or Ryan called right now you'd drop everything to help them. Even if we're naked in each other's arms."

"Mmmmmm, I don't want to drop this," I said kissing him again. "I want to tell you."

"Tomorrow," he said returning my kiss. "Tonight it's you and me. I've been waiting to lay naked next to you all week."

"Tomorrow," I moaned into his mouth.

Any misgivings I had about not telling him about Jake vanished as Josh dried me off after our shower. He made sure of that. If his goal was to give me a sexy shower then he succeeded. This had to be the sexiest shower I ever had. He even dried my hair all the time kissing me with his body pressed against me.

"Do you want to re-bandage your cuts?" he asked.

"Not if you don't mind. They'll probably heal faster and I don't want anything between your skin and mine."

"My thoughts exactly. I love you Dan."

"And I love you too," I said. "Let's go to bed."

Even though we both came a few minutes ago, we were also both hard again. Maybe still hard is the better way to say it since I didn't go down after what Josh did in the shower. We brushed our teeth and then Josh quickly picked up his clothes and stuck his head out the door to make sure the coast was clear. Fortunately, we hurried across the hall to our room with nobody seeing us, naked as the day we were born.


'Wow,' I thought as we crossed the hall after our shower. That was intense. More than intense. I had been thinking about doing something sexy and intimate with Dan all week. I knew he was upset about Jake, but I wanted him to forget all that. Maybe I got carried away, but once we stepped into the shower and the steam surrounded us, all I could think about was how in-love I am. I wanted to show Dan just how much I love him. I'm in love with him. He gives me feelings I can't describe. I'd literally do anything for him. All the typical clichés come to mind… I'd walk through a burning building for him… I'd fall on a grenade for him.

I was nervous about what I had in mind. I wanted to show him how much I loved him in the most intimate way I could. It was all I thought about all week. That, and meeting my birth parents of course. Oh, and don't forget the whole Dan-being-hurt thing. That was on my mind too. I guess I actually had a lot on my mind, but everything together made me feel even more in-love if that was even possible. I didn't know if he'd let me do this though.

I hadn't really planned how I was going to do what I wanted, but the shower was perfect. Basically I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to show him how much I loved him with as much passion as I could. I didn't even care if I got off, although I knew I would. The way I saw it, the longer I could prolong our mutual release the better.

I admit, at first I was a little nervous about showing so much passion. I wasn't sure he'd let me be in control. Previously he had always been more in control, not that he is a control freak or that I was unwilling in any way. I guess mutual is a better way to describe it. But this time I hadn't given him much choice. I took control as soon as we stepped into the shower. I was determined to make him feel as good as I possibly could.

I let out a slight gasp when Dan dropped the towel and stood naked in front of me. I think he thought it was because of his bruises. That might have been part of it, but it was more than that. He gave me goosebumps. His bruises only added to that. After everything that had happened I felt closer to him than ever before. He might have been the one who got hurt, but we had gone through everything together. I was involved in the fight with Phil too. I was proud of myself for jumping in. Maybe I really would fall on a grenade for him.

"I can do that," Dan said, as I took the Loofah and body wash.

"I know," I smiled, giving him a kiss. "I want to do it though. I want to make you feel good. You said I could kiss and lick all your sores. I plan to do just that."

"Oh yeah, I like the sound of that. I want to make you feel good too."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. "I know you do, but I want this to be about you… you and me Dan. I know we're still in high school and we have our parents and all that, but it's you and me. You're my anchor and I want to be yours. I love you. Now just relax. You're hurt, so let me take care of you. I'm here for you as much as you are for me. Besides, I'm horny as hell. Enjoy it!"

I started with his shoulders, then washed his arms with the Loofah. I made it as sensual as I could by giving him gentle kisses as I slowly ran my hands up and down each arm. Dan has a fantastic body. He's muscular but he isn't huge. His frame is about my size, but he's much more solid. It doesn't look like there's an ounce of fat on him. Plus he's smooth. The only hair he has starts just below his naval. I was so turned on and knew Dan was as well, if his moans were any indication.

I even washed his hair. He told me nobody had washed his hair since he was a kid. That made me feel good because it meant Aaron hadn't either. Maybe they hadn't taken showers together, but if they did, it wasn't like this. I smiled thinking it could be our thing.

The shower was like our own little world. I totally lost it. I had wanted to make Dan feel good, to pleasure him, but the more I did the better I felt, and the more I wanted to do. I was on autopilot. I kept working my way lower and lower, washing his chest and then further down, slowly rubbing the Loofah over his body. I washed him. I kissed him. I licked him. I took extra time kissing his bruises. Any time he tried to do anything I'd tell him to relax and let me do it. I was doing a very good job washing him.

"You're beautiful," I moaned. "And you're mine."

"I'm all yours Josh… always."

I knew he hadn't cum for a week. Neither had I. He couldn't in the hospital and I wouldn't while he couldn't. It was hard, no pun intended, but it was something I felt was important. I couldn't give myself that pleasure when he was in the hospital. We were in this together.

I squatted in front of him with my hands on his waist. His cock was pointing straight out and leaking precum. I knew he wanted to cum. I made him wait though. I wasn't being mean, but I wanted this to last. When you think about it, the feelings you have during an orgasm only last a few seconds. I wanted to keep him on the brink. Maybe I was being a little mean. Just a little.

I put more body wash on the Loofah and slowly ran it up and down his legs. I had him lift each foot while holding onto me so I could slowly wash his feet and toes. I wasn't consciously teasing him. It was just so erotic and intimate. How often do you get to touch someone's feet? I even kissed his toes after rinsing them off.

It was only then that I put the Loofah against his crotch and started washing his pubic hair. I looked up and saw him looking down at me, smiling, as I ran the Loofah between his legs to wash his balls.

"This has to be clean too," I smiled, washing his cock. "After all, I'm going to put it in my mouth."

"Please," he moaned. "I'm so close."

"Patience," I smiled, licking his precum. I was close too. I was in a daze, completely focused on Dan, his body, his cock… his pleasure.

He put his hands on my head and guided me to where he wanted me to be. I let him take over. He was gentle but I wouldn't have cared. I dropped to my knees. His cock rubbed against my face. Oh how I wanted him. I needed him.

I opened my mouth, licking his head, running my tongue through his opening and tasting his precum and then taking his head into my mouth sucking gently. He was moaning, urging me to take more. I wanted to. He could have held my head and pushed in deep and I wouldn't have cared. I would have let him. Hell, I wanted him to do that, even though I probably would have gagged. I wanted him lost completely in his own feelings.

He didn't though. He gently rocked his hips, his cock sliding between my lips. My cheeks sucked against him, his hands on my head. I washed his ass with the Loofah and then I dropped it holding onto his cheeks.

"Oh Josh," he moaned. "So good. Oh God, I love you. Oh Josh. I've needed this all week."

I knew he was close. I was too. I wasn't even touching myself and knew I wouldn't last. I cupped his ass and he tightened his hands on my head. He held me tight but he was still gentle and loving. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He could have. He could have held me and fucked my face hard. I wouldn't have cared. I'd do anything for him.

I knew he was as turned-on as me. The water was raining down, warming us, and I could hear him moan … 'Oh Josh'… 'So Good' … 'Please Don't Stop'.

It happened at the same time. I felt his legs shake. It was like a spasm shaking uncontrollably. 'Oh Dan," I thought. 'I love you… Let it happen… Let yourself go'. My legs began to shake as well and I could feel myself cross the point of no return. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned. Dan moaned at the same time and we both began shooting. Dan He was shaking like he was having a seizure, as I was shooting all over the shower floor. I wanted to swallow every drop of his cum. I tried. I couldn't though. It was impossible. Maybe it was because we hadn't cum in a week, or maybe I just needed more practice, but eventually I had to pull back and let his last shots land on my face.

"Oh My God Josh," Dan said, as soon as he calmed down. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

I smiled looking up at him, with his cum on my face. "You're sorry? I couldn't be better. That was fantastic. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me."

"Good? My God, Josh. I've never cum like that. I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"Trust me, you didn't. I wanted to do that so bad. It's all I've been thinking about. I just hope nobody heard us. You were pretty noisy."

"Are you going to be able to stand up?"

"You might have to hold me."

"With pleasure," he said, helping me up and wrapping his good arm around me. We held each other kissing deeply as the water rained down upon us. He tried to lick his cum off my face but the water took care of most of it. I smiled to myself. 'I am so in-love.'

We stayed like that for a good five minutes. Neither of us wanted to stop. But finally, I knew we had to. "We'd better dry off and go to bed. I want you beside me tonight."

He said he wanted to tell me about Jake…

"Tomorrow," I said, returning his kiss. "Tonight it's you and me. I've been waiting to lay naked next to you all week."

"Tomorrow," he moaned into my mouth.

It had only been a few minutes since Dan and I both shot major loads, but now we were rock-hard all over again. Actually, "still hard" is more like it, since our boners never went down after cumming like we did in the shower. After we brushed our teeth, I grabbed my clothes and quietly poked my head out the bathroom door. "The coast is clear!" I whispered. Luckily, no one saw us hurrying across the hall to our room, naked as the day we were born.

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