Inside the Fire

I woke up the next morning hearing Gavin singing in the shower. I smiled into the pillow and thought, he’s in my shower. The morning after. We’re together now.
I closed my eyes, not able to believe something this good could happen to me. I sat up, tangled among the sheets, and for a brief moment was rigid with panic. What if Rob walks in here and sees him? Shame bolted through me at the thought of Rob finding us like this, having him know what I was. The thought streaked through my mind before I remembered Rob and Danae were in Greece. For two weeks. Gavin and I had the place all to ourselves.
I heard the shower stop and looked over at my bathroom door. Gavin continued singing loudly over the booming stereo. I disentangled myself from the blankets and walked over there in the nude. I opened the door slowly and quietly. Gavin was rocking and dancing naked, singing along to A.F.I. I watched his lean muscles turn and twist as he danced and sang for a few moments, then I shut the door loudly, announcing myself. He froze and looked me over in the mirror. I gazed at his hard body, his muscles glistening with water. I smiled warmly at him, approaching him from behind and wrapping my arms around him. The song ended. I nuzzled my nose down into the nape of his neck and whispered,
“You’re such a…horrible singer.” I smirked into his neck as Gavin playfully elbowed me ie sie side and smiled that perfect little teasing smile. I looked at our refelctions and took a mental picture. The foggy mirror displayed Gavin and his beautiful body; every single line and curve of it. Just thinking about the other night and having his tight butt against my legs was making my face flush. I felt the barest trace of an erection on the way and held Gavin tighter. I started placing light kisses on his neck and jawline. I traced down his neck onto his shoulder. At the end of his shoulder, I nibbled and kissed his soft, wet skin, drawing a small shudder from Gavin.
A new song had begun, and it started with a steady, continuous beat of a drum. Gavin’s hands went behind him, grabbing hold of the side of my hips and he began rocking my hips against him along with the beats of the drum. I felt my erection heating up as it was ground against Gavin’s warm, soft flesh and I tried unsuccessfully to calm myself.
The music intensified, and so did our rocking. One of my hands that had been wrapped around his waist snaked up his torso and gently took hold of his right shoulder. I kept dancing against him as I slowly bent him down over the counter. I felt his ass cheeks spreading apart, making room for my now throbbing cock.
The words in the song began; soft, saddened singing filled the humid air in the bathroom and I raked my hands down his back, drawing a gentle sigh from my lover. When my hands reached his smooth ass, I paused to heavily moisten my palm with my tongue, then rubbed it over my dick to substitute for lubrication. Then I grabbed both of his cheeks in my hands and spread them apart. I guided my penis into his tight hole slowly, not wanting this moment to be over with quickly. Gavin groaned and pushed back onto my cock and I shook and had to pause and hold onto the counter to not pass out from the tiny threads of white-hot pleasure streaking through my body.
Music blared from the stereo as the song picked up and I leaned over Gavin, kissing his back and stroking his ass and legs. I reached around and felt his dick, hot and pulsing. I grabbed it and slowly stroked it. A long, deep moan escaped Gavin’s lips and I then began pushing into his small entrance. I stroked him and pushed into him at the same time. And as I pulled out a little, I stroked back, towards him. In and out I slid while stroking his stone-hard penis. I began picking up the pace when the music slowed again, and I slowed with it, now merely drifting into his tight entrance. My fingers traced over Gavin’s smooth shaft and he whimpered while I rolled my hips slightly with the music.
“Please…” whined Gavin.
The guitar began building on itself with a steady, throbbing beat and I began to pump in and out of Gavin, pulling and massaging him until we were both moaning. We kept speeding up until the song slowed again, and then, the sound burst alive and I thrust harder and harder into him, fingers wrapped around his shaft. He was grunting and thrusting back onto my dick and I was eagerly coming up to meet him. I slid one finger over his sensitive spot on his head, stroking it roughly. He cried out and released a hot jet of his warm juices into my palm. I released his softening penis and clutched his hips, rocking slowly with the pounding bass. I was struggling to hold back, but found I couldn’t. All the electric pulses shot through my body, sending wave after wave of come through me.
Panting, I sat on the toilet lid and pulled Gavin into my lap. I held him in my arms until our heartbeats slowed and we could breath steadily again.
“Think about it,” I murmured. “Two whole weeks of this.”
Gavin smiled weakly and held my hand.