The Nice Guy (Book 1)

Chapter 22

Ae watched as Pete stripped the rest of his clothes off in the shower and with his foot, kicked them out the door. He grabbed the toiletries and slammed the door.

"Mine," He growled, grabbing Pete's engorged member and slammed his mouth back on his lips. He stroked his cock as his tongue plunged deep and Pete lost his balance. His back hit the wall and water sprayed over them... 

Pete gasped for breath, panting from the sudden onslaught. Ae's mouth roamed free, licking and sucking, biting... marking his man. Pete had no way to control the sounds he made. Ae forced him to be louder, with busy hands, busy mouth and he just had to trust the water to drown the moans.

Ae no longer cared about anything except laying claim. He needed this... he squeezed and stroked and the sounds drove him wild. Dropping to his knees, he took his swollen cock deep into his mouth and sucked. 

Pete moaned and thrust, unable to stop himself. Ae coughed and gagged, but kept sucking and teasing him. Pete twisted his fingers deep in his hair and found his pace. Ae let him, opening his mouth so he could fuck it. 

With a deep groan, veins pulsing, Pete groaned. "God, I'm gonna cum!" Ae took over and sucked, and with a primal howl, Pete shot his load deep in his throat.

Ae vaguely heard shower doors slamming and someone commented, "Who left their clothes here? Damn it!" He didn't care, he stroked his member and flipped Pete to face the wall. Using body wash, he soaped him, inserting a finger.

Pete shook. His knees buckled and he pressed his forehead to the wall. 

Ae had no mercy. Two fingers. Three fingers... They pounded in his hole the way he wanted to fuck him, while his lips sucked his tender neck. Pete felt the bitter sweet pain and bit his lip, trying desperately to hold his sounds and failing. 

The moans broke free, filling the shower stall, floating above the water. 

"What was that?" One boy yelled? "Is everyone okay?" Affirmatives came from both sides, but the two boys in the center stall didn't care, didn't stop. 

Ae slid his fingers out and immediately thrust in. Pete tried to clutch the wall, his nails slid, screeching down the wall, partially drowning out the scream. Ae bit down on his shoulder and pulled out and thrust back in, hard.

Pete couldn't stay silent, no, no longer. "Fuck me, god, Fuck me!" 

Ae bared his teeth in triumph and pulled his hips forward and thrust! The rhythm was fast. It was not about love, love making or even about having sex. This was about two souls joining, claiming each other. 

Ownership.

Ae thrust hard, deep and each thrust hit home. Pete was lost... was this pain? pleasure? both? He didn't know what he was saying, or doing. All he knew was that he would forever be Ae's. No one else would ever be able to do this to him, give him this.

Mine, with each thrust, Ae thought this word. Pete is mine. The shower stall wall shook as it bore the weight and the next occupant pounded and screamed, "You okay?"

Ignoring him, Ae groaned. Loudly. 

The nosy neighbor yelled, "Fuck man, stop yanking your monkey and just get clean!"

And with that, Ae shot his load deep into Pete's willing ass and collapsed on his wet body. He panted, Pete panted... steam rose from the water that flowed around them. Pete slowly slid down to the floor, Ae still plastered to his side.

Pete watched the water swirl into the drain, a feeling of contentment flooding his whole being. He never thought he would be brave enough to do something this bold... this exciting. 

Ae snuggled his head deeper into the crook of Pete's neck and sighed. Still, this wasn't enough. Sure, he was spent but there was also an euphoric high. Was that because Pete had been willing? He ran his hand down his boyfriend's smooth, baby soft chest and hugged him closer. 

Pete smiled as he felt Ae's lips press gently to his neck. His cock twitch and he shifted, praying for it to subside. Ae was like an ocotopus though, and when they were this close, his hands explored everywhere. Again, as if by magic, Pete felt Ae holding him. 

"You're amazing, you're mine." Pete didn't think Ae was aware of what he was saying. They were thoughts, with no meaning, disjointed "You're so soft. Beautiful. I want to taste you."

As he stroked, and explored, time seemed to stop. They even forgot they were in a public shower stall. The sounds of the other boys laughing and talking around them faded to nothing and it was just them. Ae continued talking to himself as he turned Pete around, kneeling between his legs in the small confined space.

"You fit beautifully in my mouth. I love how it's like velvet covered steel. A hot rod, ready to burst." Ae ran his thumb delicately over the tip and Pete shook. His slender frame was strung with tension, taught with sexual desire. How could anyone call Ae violent?

Gently, slowly he moved his hand, watching Pete's face as he gave him a hand job. Pete closed his eyes. This was even more intimate that being sucked, or being fucked. Ae suddenly demanded, "Open your eyes, Pete! Let me see your desires." Pete shook his head. No... 

Ae squeezed and Pete's eyes popped open. "Please, Pete... god, I fucking want you so bad. Please show me." He went back to stroking, and gently teasing his member. Pete thought he'd die from it. His cock was so sensitive this time. 

Ae had lost his self control in his desire to own Pete. Pete hesitated and then said, "Ae, is it wrong to want to fuck you too?"

Ae didn't answer just then, he was too busy. He had watched the pearls of pre-cum collecting, and it was a waste seeing them flow down the drain. He leaned forward, and sucked, taking him deep in his mouth. Pete shuddered and pressed his head down. 

Again he came. He gave no warning, it was as soon as the warmth of his mouth hit his sensitized flesh, he shook and shot. Ae gagged as Pete wouldn't let him back off. 

Pete thrust and shook, holding his head, riding the wave of pleasure. He screamed, this time he completely forgot they were in public. He was shocked back to his senses by the pounding on the shower door. 

"What the fuck are you doing in there? Screwing a girl? Who is it? Come on, man!" Other boys started to whoop and yell and Pete immediately let go of Ae's head. He coughed and shook his head, pressing a finger to his lips, indicating don't talk.

Ae smiled at Pete, who, despite being scared, started to giggle. Ae stood up and pulled him up and grabbed the body wash. They should, Ae reasoned, do what a shower was intended for.