It's a bar chord for Liam Ramirez whether Leo Quintero's shift from hater to fan is genuine or conceals darker motives─hard to play, so he simply goes along with it.
A-Side: from rival bands in high school, Liam as a newfound vocalist of the reignin...
WARNING: This chapter contains mature content with explicit language which may not be suitable for very young readers.
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"MIND if I join you?" Leo's question lingered in the air.
I shook my head, returning his smile. "Not at all," I replied, stepping aside to make room for him under the spray of water.
We stood together under the warm cascade, the steam rising from our bodies fogging up the glass door with its humidity. I reached for the soap placed on a metal bathroom shelf near the shower head, my fingers just brushing against it.
"Need a hand?" he asked, his tone light and teasing.
I chuckled, grateful for his offer. "Yeah, that would be great," I replied, extending my hand.
With practiced ease, Leo reached for the soap I had been trying to grasp, deliberately brushing his fingers against mine. He held my gaze as he gently took the soap from my hand.
He's such a flirt!
I gradually felt his touch, and with careful precision, he began to apply the soap to my skin, starting from my shoulders and working his way down. Leo's touch was gentle yet firm as he lathered the soap in his hands, creating a soft foam that promised to cleanse away the day's worries. His hands moved skillfully over my skin, each gentle stroke sending shivers down my spine.
His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, tracing the contours of my muscles. Each stroke was accompanied by a soothing murmur, his warm breath tickling my ear. I allowed him to use the act of soaping me as a pretext to touch any part of my body he desired, relishing in the intimacy of the moment.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully immerse in the sensation of Leo's touch. The warmth of the water combined with the gentle pressure of his hands, made me feel complete surrealism.
As he moved lower, his touch grew bolder, exploring every inch of my body with a reverence that left me breathless. With each pass, I could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a deep sense of calm and serenity.
In that moment, there was only Leo and me, our bodies entwined as he continued to soap my body with care and devotion.
He stepped closer, his warm hand finding mine; the gentle touch of his fingers easing the tension in my muscles. As he lathered soap onto my back for the last time, because he was about to do something crazier than that.
Leo's hands roamed over my smooth chest, his fingers grazing lightly against the curve of my nipples. I let out a soft moan, my hips instinctively arching into his touch.
"You like that?" he whispered with his lips almost touching my earlobe. He played it so well.
I nodded, a shiver running down my spine. I couldn't deny how much I enjoyed being touched by him. The way my body responded to my friend's touch made me feel alive in a way that no one else ever had.
He continued to scrub our bodies together, the water turning warm against our skin. Our hands moved faster and more confidently as we discovered new pleasure points on each other's bodies.
Suddenly, he stopped soaping my chest and leaned in closer. His hand met my glutes, pressing both of my butt cheeks ravenously. The steam from the hot water intensified the sensation of our bodies pressed tightly against each other.
I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it softly at first, then faster and harder. Leo moaned loudly, gripping my hips tightly as I jerked him off.
As we slightly broke apart, we locked eyes and nodded in agreement. It was time to take things even further.
Even though I didn't know, I just followed his control over me. He grabbed my wrist tightly, pulled me and quickly turned my back to him. He put my hand on my back, I was closed and could not move, nor could I struggle because of his tight grip.
He pushed me gently until my chest and face were pressed against the glass door of this bathroom. I looked like a suspect or criminal being arrested by the police, handcuffed with my hand twisted behind my back. But in his case, he doesn't even need handcuffs or chains because his hands are enough to stop me from escaping.
"Ahh... Leo..." I groaned as I suddenly felt my hole being intruded.
He wasted no time in pushing his finger into my tight asshole. I could feel the muscles clench around him as he slowly worked his finger in and out, his other hand still pumping my cock. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the wall of the shower again.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Stop."
Apparently, he didn't want to stop-he probably wanted to see how far we could take this. He added a second finger, stretching me open wider before adding a third. The sensation was overwhelming for both of us, but I did want it to end. He didn't.
So, we just continued to pleasure each other until finally, with a loud groan, I came hard all over his hand. The hot water sprayed down on us as we stood here catching my breath.
"What was that for?" I asked finally that he's finished.
He just gave me a blank look before stepping away from me. "I should probably get dressed."
I chuckled as he started to put his pants back on. "Yeah, we can't be seen together like this."
The heat of the water still stuck to our skins but we left the bathroom after Leo wiped me with his towel before he followed with his own. Because he only brought one towel, it's possible that he did it on purpose.
As we dried ourselves off, I couldn't help but steal glances at Leo, admiring the way the droplets of water clung to his skin like tiny diamonds. His hair was tousled and damp, framing his face in a way that made my heart skip a beat.
Leo wrapped the towel around my waist, guiding me towards his bedroom, his movements graceful and fluid. I followed suit, the fabric of the towel enveloping me in a comforting embrace. He didn't care even though he was naked walking down the long hallway to his room.
After a while we reached his room, he immediately locked the door. She walked over to her mahogany brown colored closet, opened it and looked for clothes that would fit her.
He handed me a white oversized shirt and a pair of comfy plaid sleep pants. Then he realized, I don't have an underwear. He lent me boxers because he said he didn't wear briefs. I thanked him, of course.
As he effortlessly slipped his shirt over his head, I found myself captivated by the way the fabric hugged his form, accentuating the contours of his chest and shoulders. My eyes traced the lines of his body, admiring the subtle movements and the way he carried himself with confidence. It was a fleeting moment, but for me, it held a certain allure that I couldn't tear my gaze away from.
Instead of taking care of myself to get dressed, I just watched him put on his boxers, how the garter of the boxer briefs collided with his non-erected cock, how the fabric of the boxer briefs touched his plump ass and how his bulge swelled up in front of him that I wanted to stroke until hard.
"Seems like someone her isn't quite satisfied," he remarked, glancing at me. He caught me watching him. "The way you're looking at me, it's like you want to eat me up. What's it going to be, my mom's cooking or me?"
"Sorry." I quickly averted my gaze.
"No... I'm asking you," he said, closing the closet door. "I'm not asking for an apology."
I turned to face him abruptly as I felt him move towards me. "Wait, hold on, stay right there. Don't come any closer."
I raised my hand as if to stop him, but it had no effect. He continued his slow, deliberate steps toward me.
"We're in my room, so if there's something I want to do, I'm going to do it."
