Summer In Barcelona

E I G H T E E N

Jorge closed his eyes as he felt Benji behind him, his gaze washing over every inch of him, bringing a pleasant heat wherever his eyes rested. Jorge took the shampoo from the caddy, squeezing a reasonable amount onto his palm, rubbing his two hands together before spreading it into his hair. they switched spots so Benji could wet his own body, washed his own hair. Jorge spent a few moments admiring the fluffy mess on top his head, never very neat due to the amount of times he ran his fingers through it. Benji looked up, smiling.

"What?" he asked, slightly self-conscious. Jorge shook his head, moving back under the warm spray, rinsing the soap, his eyes squeezed shut. He inhaled sharply when he felt Benji's hands on his waist, simply resting there. He finished rinsing his hair, digging his palms into his eyes, and rubbing gently. "Drama queen" Benji teased, ridding his hair of the soap. The two finished showering, Benji cutting the water off as Jorge opened the curtain. The bathroom was full of steam, the mirror fogged up because of it. Benji grabbed there towels from where they hung on the back of the door, handing Jorge's his and rubbing his own through his hair. Jorge admired Benji then, when he wasn't paying attention, when he wouldn't be asked what he was looking at. He began drying himself off when Benji looked up, trying to look inconspicuous. Benji smirked, pulling him closer, tilting his chin up. Jorge laughed when he rubbed their noses together before kissing him softly. Jorge didn't care that he was dripping water, didn't care that they were getting water all over the floor, nothing could stop him from kissing Benji, nothing could've stopped his mind traveling from here to where this kiss was going as Benji slid his tongue across the seam of his lips, licking at his teeth. Jorge couldn't help the small whimper when their tongues met, his legs feeling weak. It wasn't fair how much Benji's touch affected him, made him seem like a touch starved kitten, but he didn't care. Benji's hands trailed down his body, holding him close by his waist, sighing when he felt Jorge was just as turned on by a simple kiss as he was. He pulled way, breathing hard.

"We should probably go to the bedroom" he suggested, pecking his lips once more.

"¿Qué hay de nuestro lío?" (What about our mess) Jorge asked, gesturing to the floor.

" No te preocupes por eso" (Don't worry about it) Benji reassured, taking his hand. Noen had called to them as they were getting in the shower that he was going to bed, so they didn't bother covering up, just went across the hall. Luckily, Noen actually went to bed and didn't procrastinate doing such. Benji immediately connected their lips again when they entered their room, walking backward until he felt the bed behind him as sat down, Jorge wasting no time to straddle his thighs. They were in no hurry, they new exactly where this would end and were rather content with getting their in time. Neither one was going anywhere. Jorge moved his hips down, smiling when he heard Benji gasp quietly. Jorge was all too familiar with the familiar ache between his legs, gripping Benji's shoulder when he pulled him down so their hardening cocks ground together. He whimpered quietly; the sounds swallowed by Benji's bruising kiss. Jorge pushed Benji back by his shoulders, so he was laying down, kissing down his chest until he was seated on his knees between Benji's legs. Benji, who was rather intuitive, let out a quiet curse knowing what came next. No matter how much Benji liked to think he prepare himself, he was still unprepared for the tight heat of Jorge's mouth wrapped around the most sensitive part of his body. He moaned quietly as Jorge took him all the way down, swallowing around him. He groaned when Jorge pulled away to breathe, kissing his thigh softly.

"Fuck, Jorge" he whispered, throwing his arm across his eyes, whimpering when Jorge licked a long stripe along the underside of his heated cock, taking the tip into his mouth and sucking gently. Benji bucked his hips, trying to gain more friction, accidentally gagging Jorge in the process. He pulled away, coughing, his eyes watering. Benji sat up.