A Fitting Pair

Showering

Sebastian is standing in the shower, the water temperature just higher than he can tolerate, reddening his skin. Trying to feel something past the numbness. Terrified to wash his skin because it seems nearly any touch causes his lower mouth to drool. "Is this what women feel all the time?" he asks himself. He sees the shadow on the other side of the curtain.

"Can I come in?" Cas asks. "Yeah," Seb sighs.

The curtain pulls aside, with a rush of cool air coming in and a rush of steam leaking out. He looks down Caspian's body, stopping at his hips. For the past months Sebastian had been fascinated with his body. Now he knew all too well just how it felt. How it feels. Maybe if he didn't see Caspian's twat, he wouldn't have one himself.

Caspian grabbed a washcloth, soaped it up, and started to scrub his back. Familiar feelings on both ends. Usually leading to a fuck session on the bed afterwards. Used to, not usually. Not anymore.

Caspian's lips kissed on Sebastian's still-strong shoulders, his hands wrapping around his hard abs. Cas knew all too well, Sebastian would work as hard in the gym as he did to try to maintain that masculine facade. Keep his secret in his shorts. How many other men were like this? Hardly anyone ever reported it. You never saw it on the news.

Caspian's hand started to slide down the furry trail down from his navel to his fuzzy pubes. Now his fuzzy mound. Sebastian's hand clasped on his wrist, holding him from sinking lower. He wanted it, needed it, but if Caspian touched his aching cunt, his swollen clit, then it means it really happened. It can't be a dream.

"I know what you need, Seb."

He continued to slide his hand down, his finger tracing the cut hood of his old foreskin scar, tracing the girth of his fat clit. Sebastian's eyes closed, a tear hiding behind the drips of steam condensing on his face in the hot shower. And yet Caspian knew the ache that Sebastian felt.

Seb wondered if he could live to deal with this. Caspian seemed to adapted. But he was stronger, even if he didn't have a cock or balls.

Caspian's thumb and forefinger slid alongside Sebastian's clit, gently tugging, reminding him of how he used to jerk off. Seb didn't want it, but he needed it. He needed Caspian's strong hands on him. His fingers in him. He took Cas' fingers and pressed them inside him, feeling fullness for the first time. He cried, and sighed.