Klephen Scraps

Bathtub Fun

(NOTE: this took me a couple hours and I DID NOT PROOFREAD so sry for grammar/spelling errors✌️peace.)

Steph muttered under his breath. "Klay? Where the hell are you..."
His drunken speech filled the locker room. It seemed to bounce off the empty hallways after a partied victory in Cleveland. The smell of champagne resonated with the reminder of a sweep.
Snoring could be heard coming from the room laden with protective sheets to withstand against iced alcoholic foam.
Steph turned the corner to find his Splash Brother snoozing away in an oddly convenient bathtub. He seemed content in the glamoured equipment. The tub was painted gold, and champagne surrounded the man in every nook and cranny, which was covered in gold foil.
"Klay..." Steph gurgled out, having a bit too much champagne.
The man in the bathtub finally began to lift his eyelids. He fluttered them open, only to put a hand on his head.
Klay groaned. "Headache..." He began to lift himself up from the bathtub. Pieces of the foil flew off of him and onto the ground. Bottles of champagne clanked together as he sat up. "Steph?"
He noticed his Splash Brother standing a few yards in front of him underneath the door frame. Steph stared at Klay for a hot moment and moaned as his mind began to flood with...ideas. His right hand found its way towards his groin, and he was ready to please himself.
"Uh..." Klay began to shift in his bathtub, indecisive of whether he should get out or not.
But as Steph slowly stepped towards the bathtub, Klay felt more obliged to stay put. Every step got Klay more and more intrigued.
That was when they were both filled with scandalous ideas.
Klay, slightly drunk and not entirely sober, reached for an unopened bottle of champagne in his tub and tore off the gold foil to reveal its smooth, nakedness of glass. He smirked and locked his eyes into Steph's while tentatively rubbing his hand up and down the bottle like a shaft.
Steph stopped in his tracks to watch Klay work his magic. His eyes sparkled with drunk amazement and lust. Within seconds, Klay could see Steph trembling in his stance. It looked like he was quivering. Steph couldn't take it. He tried to hold it in. But Klay could see his teammate's knees shaking.
Steph moaned, trying to resist his hand from going inside his own pants.
Klay, being a little bitch, decided to bring the bottle closer to his groin and stroked it like his own. At the same time, he made sure Steph could see his face. Klay bit his lip with sexual frustration and let out helpless moans.
"Klay..." Steph breathed, falling to his knees right in front of the bathtub. He drunkenly groaned out and leaned against the tub with his face almost entirely inside.
Klay grew to a hot red when he noticed that Steph's face was right in between his inviting legs. He couldn't help the tent that began to form. His eyes widened and he attempted to hide his face behind the champagne bottle.
"S-steph," he stuttered. Klay suddenly flinched as Steph aggressively grabbed onto Klay's ankle.
Steph knew what Klay liked. Shit, they've done this for years.
The man on his knees grasped onto the ankle for dear life and, in one motion, violently pulled the leg towards him. This caused Klay to slide deeper into the tub, almost helplessly trapping him in the crater.
Klay's heart raced with excitement as he watched Steph crawl into the tub. The smaller man reached for the champagne bottle and stole it from Klay.
"Hey, boy..." Steph purred. "I've been waiting for a year to do this with you again..."
He proceeded to take the cork off the bottle with his teeth, spitting the wooden piece out of the tub. They were both stuck in the apparatus. Klay was deep in the bathtub, looking up at Steph who towered over him with their legs intertwined.
Steph pressed the bottle against Klay's groin with the open area facing up.
"This could be you," Steph hummed.
He slowly parted his lips and stuck out his tongue first. Like the pro he was, he tilted his head to get a good angle, and proceeded to give the champagne bottle a blowjob.
Klay moaned at the sight. He so desperately wanted that for his own. "Augh...Steph..."
Steph licked the tip. "What's that, babe?" He slid his tongue through the hole of the bottle, and Klay went nuts.
"Fuck..." Impatience overcame the larger man. He grabbed Steph's lower jaw and slid his mouth off the bottle. Steph moaned at the feeling of Klay's fingers so close to his throat.
Klay began to squeeze on accident as he moved the champagne out of the way.
"Harder," Steph whimpered out. Impatience seemed to overcome the smaller man as well. He practically ripped the shorts and underwear off of Klay and touched one of the veins along his erection. Klay began to arch his back with euphoria.
"So Klay..." Steph fingered the flesh and balls behind it all. He let the warmth travel from the crotch to his hand. "You said something about us having a night off together a couple days ago...?"
"Steph..." Klay moaned out as Steph finally had all five fingers on his dick.
The hand rubbed up, and Klay bit his lip and whimpered.
Steph quickly hushed Klay as he gently placed a lip of his teammate's plush lips. Before doing anything else, he grabbed the bottle of champagne and took a big gulp. He then held it near Klay's dick.
The larger man looked at Steph in curiosity, only to be met with the uncomfortable feeling of iced alcohol being poured onto his shaft. He groaned a bit at the pain, but immediately felt satisfied when Steph quickly took it was in.
He was such a pro.
Steph was able to rub his cock and suck at the same time in such a perfect balance. His tongue was in places he'd never thought. The slimy flesh could almost wrap around the entire appendage. Steph bobbed his head with every stroke. He had Klay screaming his name each time Steph would go down more aggressive. The taste of strawberry champagne and pre-cum was a perfect combination.
Steph passionately kissed Klay's groin area, starting from the base and working his face to the top. He flicked his tongue in firm places, lubricating every area. Everywhere on the shaft, Steph left sucks and saliva.
Klay was riding Steph's face by then. He moaned. "Unghh...Steph...I-I'm about to—"
They were both ready.
Steph, wanting to be fun, took Klay out of his mouth and breathed. He smirked and placed his face right underneath the tip of his dick. "Do it."
Klay grabbed onto his own dick and stroked what he could so he could let it out. Steph was left hanging at the very end, mouth wide open and tongue out, waiting for the cream.
Klay screamed. At the final stroke, a burst of white sprayed onto Steph's face and dripped into his mouth like frosting. Steph closed his mouth and then opened it again so Klay can see the strings of white stickiness in his mouth.
"So fucking good..." Steph drunkenly kissed the tip of Klay's dick and then swallowed the cum.
Klay breathed and moaned heavily. "Ahh....ah..."
"I'm not done though," Steph said, inserting his hand in his pocket. He gazed into Klay's satisfied eyes. "I'm still horny as fuck."
He immediately got to his knees and hovered over the larger man. Klay was in between Steph's legs in the bathtub, staring up at the smaller man's glorious bulge. He gripped the sides of the tub so he wouldn't slide.
Steph began to tentatively stroke. "I've been waiting all fucking year to do this to you."
Klay could see it coming. Steph was right on top of him with his dick pointed directly at the larger man's face. Klay's eyes widened and heart raced as he watching the erection pop from underneath Steph's shorts. Steph stroked himself so sexily, it got Klay moaning.
Suddenly, a hand was whipped around Klay's neck, holding his neck down and pushing against his throat. He gasped.
Then, in one sudden stroke, Steph busted.
White ribbons of cum sprayed everywhere on Klay's face. It covered his eyes, got some in his hair, and dripped along his jaw.
Steph took the hand off of Klay's throat, and they were both moaning.
"S-steph..." Klay breathed.
"Fuck," Steph smiled. "You're so fucking hot."
Klay's face grew red, but was barely visible behind the cum. He coughed, and drops of white came out.
"I could pour champagne on you all day," Klay told Steph.
"Well I could poor cum on you all day," Steph challenged.
"Why don't we?"