Getting yourself of in the shower. You don't like it? I suggest: You don't read it!
Most of the time, Cedric's sex drive was... not very driven. He had had relationships where the one or two times a week had been the crazy beginnings with the count of the encounters going down from there.
Yes, that he wasn't the best lay in the world had been yelled at him or had been hinted at more than once when the always foreseeable separation had come around.
But sometimes, a feral hunger woke in him, making him feel a need that shook him to his core.
The kiss in the kitchen had been so sweet and nearly innocent and had been exactly the right thing to get Cedric out of his windmilling mind. There had been someone who really saw him and wanted to make him feel better and like everything was going to be okay.
It made his heart skip along only thinking about this warm and wonderful moment.
But... in the shower.
In the shower his body had woken up. In his mind there had been whispering about the little twitch he felt between them while his left side was leaning against Ian.
Ian hadn't been thinking of him as pathetic, but attractive, beside the fact that he was a total mess.
He wouldn't have guessed Ian to be queer or bi, but life had shown him more than once that it was a good thing other men where able to pinpoint him as gay. Otherwise he might be still a virgin. This model had definitely been delivered without a gaydar.
His cock had been throbbing so hard while he enjoyed the hot water that he'd been powerless against stroking himself until an embarrassingly short time later his balls had tightened and released when he thought about Ian sucking his nipples just the right way.
Hot and cold shivers had run over his skin, Cedric feeling suddenly so alive, his hunger for Ian not diminished in the slightest by his almost violent release.
And now Ian was painting lazy patterns on the back of his hand that rested on the sleeping dogs back between them.
Holy Mary and Joseph.
His arousal was obvious with the way his length was struggling with the material the a pair of sweat pants Ian had provided for him. The thought of them as being Ian's making it all a lot worse, so bad in fact that he felt himself precoming.
That hadn't ever happened to him without being most intimately touched. Infact, he seldomly was aroused enough for it to happen.
And there was no way on this earth how he could adjust himself without Ian noticing.
Cedric sat there, staring with empty eyes at the screen, caught in a red fog of lust and embarrassment.
Suddenly, Ian's hand covered Cedric's and strong fingers weaved between his, curling both hands together. The callused palm felt like heaven on the back of Cedric's slimmer but just as long hand.
He looked up und met Ian's steady gaze, his heart beating so fast he felt a bit faint.
He feared that Ian might be insulted by his obvious arousal for him.
"You want to come to my bedroom?" the dirty blond tousle-head with the constant humorous glint in his eyes asked in a deep, slightly raspy voice that made Cedric draw in a sharp breath.
"Yes," he answered with no hesitation, relieve flooding through him, his had shaking in Ian's strong grip.
If there had ever been a day to just give in to his urges, this was the perfect one, Cedric decided. So many things out of the ordinary had happened already, so going for what would be his first one night stand seemed to be in order.
They looked into each others eyes for a moment longer and all the embarrassed feelings left Cedric. He saw so much desire and a mirror of his own lust in the other man that his desire for him seemed only appropriate.
Besides, Ian was sporting a rather impressive erection himself.
Then the screen went black and they left the sleeping dog on its spot in the middle of the cushions.
Happy St. Nicholas' Day to everyone!
I risk not to publish this as a private chapter, but tomorrow exactly that will happen. Wonder why that could be the case... Hmmm... Any ideas? ;-)
Until tomorrow :-D