Peppermint

Chapter 1 - Superhero

***GABE***

There's nothing like waking up next to someone who shows you their love by pawing clumsily at your morning wood. I mean, Harris ought to have a better idea of how to handle another guy's junk like it's his own. Then again, he's had precious little experience being intimate with the male of the species, and I've given him all that experience myself. (I almost found myself saying "sexperience." Yeah, yeah, Justin Timberlake I'm not.)

In between the involuntary moans that escape me as Harris' hand covers the cotton on my crotch, I roll over, away from him, and mutter, "Not now, buddy."

"Good morning to you too, sweetheart." He stops trying to tease me with his hand and works instead with his mouth on my neck. And his dick poking my butt cheeks through a total of two underwear layers.

"Can you not?" I push away from him and wind up falling off the bed.

"Oh shit! You okay?"

With my back turned to him, I make a huge show of tugging on the waistband of my briefs (forest green with a well-placed Slytherin snake - Harris' birdbrained but funny idea of an early Christmas present) to inspect my boys for damage. "I think I might've bruised one of my balls."

I sense Harris creeping around me, trying to get a look, so I take my hand out of my underpants. "Can I kiss your boo-boo away? Please?"

I growl to myself as I finally stand up and walk away. "Why the fuck are you so horny this morning?"

"Oh God, stop making me watch your ass! You're making it worse!"

"Don't look at my ass, then!" I shut the bathroom door, shuck off my T-shirt and briefs, and turn the shower on, waiting for it to warm up.

"I can't help myself!" Harris cries from right outside the door. "It's like it's made out of candy! It's ass candy!"

"Don't tell Bertie Bott's," I laugh as I get into the shower, finally. Still cold, but I can live with that. Maybe a cold shower will...oh wait, I tried that once, and it only increased my arousal.

You know what? I change my mind. I think I can do with fooling around a bit this morning.

"If you're still out there," I tell Harris, "come on in."

He does, and he gets his own shirt and boxers off in record time (leaving me only wishing I could pull them off with my own hands) before joining me in the shower. "Still want me to kiss your boo-boo?"

I stroke his hair as he goes down and gets just as wet as I am. "Do your worst."

He complies, and it's a testament to how horny I am that I come in under a minute. Then it's his turn, and he's almost as fast as I am. The way his eyes roll back, his mouth hangs open, all his muscles stretch taut, and his grip tightens on my head...I've grown my hair a little more, getting closer to his length and style, and I have to say, I love the feeling of him grabbing handfuls of my hair when he comes.

We have to clean ourselves up a lot before coming out of the shower. We've both made messes of each other's necks and chests. What, you didn't think we swallowed, did you? I want to, really, but even in the Second 'Verse, STDs are still a pretty serious specter. (I hear it's only in the Third where they're not, the Third being a literal dream world and all.) That, and we just haven't been intimate long enough to really consider it. It wasn't until a month ago that we started, in fact. Beyond getting snuggly, I mean. And while I do love a good snuggle, it's an inferior level of pleasure, and once you get beyond that, it's hard to go back.

Though I won't lie. The two of us soaping each other up to get rid of any lingering DNA traces, then doing some slippery hugging and kissing while the cold shower pounds us from above? That's what really wakes me up this morning. What really gets my heart beating at a rate higher than resting again.