Chapter 5: Afterglow

Morning light slipped through the blinds. Thin stripes across the bed. Across Jaxon's chest. Across my arm still draped over him. I woke slow. Body heavy. Satisfied. Sore in the best way. Every muscle remembered last night. His hands. His mouth. The way he filled me. The way I rode him until we both broke.

He was still asleep. Face relaxed. Lips parted a little. Hair messy from my fingers. I watched him for a minute. Chest rising slow. The faint red mark on his neck where I sucked too hard. My mark. Something possessive twisted in my gut. I liked it.

I shifted closer. Pressed my face to his shoulder. Inhaled. Smelled clean sheets. Faint sweat. Him. My cock stirred against his thigh. Not urgent. Just interested. Ready for more whenever.

He stirred. Eyes opened slow. Blinked at me. Then smiled. Small. Sleepy. Real.

"Morning," he said. Voice rough from sleep.

"Morning."

He rolled toward me. Arm pulled me in. Leg hooked over mine. Bodies flush. Skin warm. His cock half hard against my hip. Mine answered. Thickened slow.

He kissed me lazy. No rush. Lips soft. Tongue gentle. Hand slid down my back. Cupped my ass. Squeezed light.

"Sore?" he asked against my mouth.

"A little. Worth it."

He chuckled low. Kissed my jaw. Neck. Shoulder. Soft bites. No marks this time. Just feeling.

We stayed like that. Kissing slow. Hands roaming. No hurry to fuck. Just touching. Exploring. Learning each other in daylight.

His fingers traced my spine. Down to the curve of my ass. Teased between. Gentle. No pressure. I sighed into his mouth.

"Shower again?" he asked.

"Yeah. But together."

We got up. Walked naked to the bathroom. Water hot. Steam quick. We stepped under. Water ran over us. Soaked hair. Slid down chests. Down cocks already thickening.

He soaped me first. Hands everywhere. Chest. Stomach. Ass. Between my legs. Slow strokes over my cock. Not jerking. Just washing. Teasing. I did the same to him. Soaped his broad back. Down to his ass. Squeezed. Fingers slipped between. He groaned soft. Pressed back.

We kissed under the spray. Water in our mouths. Hands slick. Bodies sliding.

He turned me around. Back to his chest. Arms around me. One hand on my cock. Slow stroke. Other hand on my nipple. Pinched light. I leaned back into him. Head on his shoulder.

"Want to come like this?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes."

He stroked faster. Firm. Twist at the head. Thumb over the slit. I moaned. Hips rocked into his hand. Water pounded. Covered the sound.

His cock pressed between my ass cheeks. Hard. Hot. Not pushing in. Just grinding slow. Teasing.

I came quick. Spilled over his hand. Hot pulses. Body shaking. He held me tight. Stroked through it. Kissed my neck.

When I finished he turned me. Kissed deep. Then dropped to his knees.

Water ran over his face. He took my softening cock in his mouth. Sucked gentle. Cleaned me. Then stood. Kissed me again. Let me taste myself.

"Your turn," I said.

I dropped down. Water in my eyes. Took him in my mouth. Sucked slow. Deep. Hand on his balls. Rolled them gentle. He groaned. Hand in my hair. Not pushing. Just holding.

He came fast. Groaned my name. Cum hot on my tongue. I swallowed. Stood. Kissed him. Shared the taste.

We finished washing. Laughed quiet. Hands gentle now.

Out of the shower we dried each other. Towels soft. Touches slow.

Back in the bedroom he pulled on boxers. I borrowed a pair. We made coffee. Sat on the couch. Legs tangled. Coffee mugs warm in our hands.

"So," he said. Looked at me over the rim. "What now?"

I set my mug down. Moved closer. Kissed him quick.

"Now we keep doing this. Gym. Your place. My place. Wherever."

He smiled. "No more pretending we hate each other?"

I laughed. "We can still pretend at the gym. Makes it hotter."

"Deal."

He pulled me into his lap. Kissed slow. Hands under my shirt. Skin on skin.

We didn't fuck again right then. Just sat. Held. Talked low. About nothing. About everything. Gym schedules. Favorite lifts. Stupid jokes.

But under it all the want stayed. Simmering. Ready to flare whenever.

Later I had to leave. Work. Life. But he walked me to the door. Kissed me hard. Hand on my neck.

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Tomorrow."

I left with his taste on my lips. His scent on my skin. Body still humming.

This started as a stare in the locker room. A brush of bodies. A challenge.

Now it was more.

Burning. Real. Ours.

And I couldn't wait for the next spark.

The end.