Page 12 of The Year of Us: March
His eyes were shut and I took the opportunity to stare at him. To watch him while his guard was down.
Reese was stunning. I’d thought so from the moment I walked into his bar back in January. And through the short times we’d been together, he’d only gotten more gorgeous. His appeal never waned—it only grew stronger the more I saw him. Tasted him. Touched him. Talked to him.
“Is that chair in the corner vintage?” I asked, noting the smile that tugged at Reese’s mouth.
“Mid-century modern. Got it at a thrift store a couple years back.”
“I like it. Do you go to thrift stores a lot?”
“Used to. My current living situation doesn’t allow for a bunch of clutter.” He sounded almost apologetic.
“I like your apartment.”
“It’s tiny.” Reese scoffed.
“It’s cute. Pre-war?”
Reese opened his eyes and this time I let him roll over. “How could you tell?”
“The parquet floors. The outside architecture.”
His cheeks flushed pink. “Right. I forgot what you do for a living. Well, you know it’s pre-war, so you know that the bathroom is the size of a Tic Tac, but if you want to shower with me, I wouldn’t say no.”
“Ooh, forced proximity. I can get behind that.” I climbed off the bed, freeing Reese to do the same. I tried not to read into the fact that he’d been the one to suggest we shower together, but I couldn’t help it. It made me feel like he wanted me here, even after I pushed his boundary. Even after he’d given me so much already, he wanted to offer me more.
He wasn’t joking about the size of his bathroom. Actually, calling it a container was a generous description. The shower was a three by three stall tucked in the back corner. The toilet sat next to it, and across from that was a small pedestal sink with a medicine cabinet hanging above it. The bathmat took up most of the floor space.
“Sorry,” Reese said as he reached into the shower and turned it on.
“Why? It’s not like you built it. Besides, forced proximity, remember?” I tugged him close and he bent to my will, tipping his head down so his lips could meet mine. I wound my arms around his neck and undulated my hips, grinding my cock against him.
His arms encircled me and without breaking the kiss, steered us into the shower stall. It was cramped. It would have been a tight fit with only one of us, but with both of us it became abundantly clear that a two-person shower in this apartment wasn’t about getting clean.
I let Reese lead the kiss, happy to give myself over to him and let him devour me. Happy to distract him with the press of mycock against his skin. Happier still when his fingers dipped into the crease of my ass and stroked over my tender hole.
“How does it feel?” He echoed my question back to me.
“Feels amazing. I love the way you fuck me.”
A pleased sound rumbled in his throat so I continued talking. “I love how thick you are. How deep you can go. I love how hard you can rail me, Reese. You’re so good. So good for me.”
Reese smashed his lips down against mine and pinned me to the wall of the shower. He bent at the knees a little to line our cocks up and he thrust against me, suddenly a wild thing.
I gave him my compliance. My willingness to be what he needed me to be in that moment and he gave me his untamed self, his wildness as he rutted against me, grinding our cocks together.
It felt like no time had passed before I was desperate to come. I didn’t want to beg him for permission or grant him his own. In that space and time, I was happy to let us be Cory and Reese. Just two guys chasing orgasms in the world’s smallest shower.
CHAPTER 10
Reese
The shower had beenwarm and easy, with soft kisses and soapy hands. My fingers wrapped around our cocks, not with any intent beyond enjoying the way they felt pressed together against my palm. I loved the way Cory was shorter than me, smaller in every way, loved how small he made me feel without even trying. It was beyond late by the time we finished in the bathroom, exhaustion catching up with me as soon as we both collapsed naked back onto my bed.
“Can I stay the night?” he asked, dragging his nose up the side of my neck and kissing my earlobe.
“You better.”
He hummed thoughtfully and brought the sheets up to our waists, then slipped his arm around me and pulled our bodies together. He was still warm from the sex, warm from the shower, and I was burning hot for the way he set every single nerve in my body on fire.