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“Oh. My. God.” Bryce got to his feet, his cheeks flaming. “I have to quit the swim team now, you bastard.” He didn’t look
that
upset, fortunately.

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Zac laughed and dragged Bryce toward the door. “C’mon. You can sate all my awful urges here and I won’t be tempted to give in to them in the locker room.”

“I’m not talking about
you
, I’m talking about
me
. I can’t look at you in the showers anymore. I have to take cold showers now. I will have brain pictures, Zac!” Bryce let himself be led off to the bathroom, still complaining pitifully.

“The other guys get hard in the showers, too, Bryce,” Zac pointed out. “You just kinda... ignore it.” He grinned, pulling Bryce into the bathroom and locking the door. “And remember that whatever you think sounds good in the showers there, you can always ask me to do to you here.

I’m probably not gonna say no. To pretty much anything.”

“I just want to touch you,” Bryce admitted, leaning in to kiss him. “I know it sounds really stupid, but I just want to hold you and feel you all naked and warm against me.” He was blushing all over again, for a new reason. “Your skin is so soft, and you fit in my arms, and...” He turned away, sitting on the edge of the tub so he could turn on the water and hide his embarrassment at once.

“It doesn’t sound really stupid.” Bryce had all these ideas that what girls liked, guys didn’t, or something. Maybe some of it was true, maybe Zac didn’t need hearts and flowers to be willing to fuck around, but he wasn’t going to turn down cuddling from his boyfriend, either.
My boyfriend
.

Just the thought brought a smile to his face. Bryce was his boyfriend. “It sounds really, really good. I like it when you touch me, and I like just laying around with you.” Bryce got the water hot and flipped the valve to the shower setting, then looked over his shoulder at Zac. “I don’t know if...” He took a breath. “I want to take you out. I mean, really... go out to dinner or something. I love doing all the 'you and me' stuff we always did, but... I want to do more things than that, ‘cause we... do more now.” He swallowed and gave Zac a shy look. “It just feels wrong to not do special stuff. Because you are. This is.”

“We’ll figure out how to do more, then.” Zac ran his fingers through Bryce’s hair and smiled at him. Bryce was so afraid of doing the wrong thing, but there really wasn’t a right or a wrong, just what worked for them. “Maybe drive out of town or while we’re at the next away meet or something.” The last thing Zac wanted was Bryce’s family finding out about this, so they had to be careful. It was hard to tell where it would be safest, but staying away from where people knew them seemed best.

“Yeah.” Bryce stood up and turned to kiss Zac tenderly. “Come on, let’s get in.” Zac followed Bryce into the shower, pulling the curtain closed around them, closing them up in a tiny little world all their own. He waited while Bryce got himself all wet, then slid his hands up Bryce’s slippery back. Bryce’s skin was bronze silk rippling over muscle. “Mmm, maybe
I’ll
have to quit the swim team. Damn.”

Bryce sighed at the touch. “That feels so good, Zac. God, why does everything you do feel so good?”

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“‘Cause you like me, maybe, or maybe just ‘cause I’m paying attention to what you like.” Zac rubbed at the tight muscles in Bryce’s shoulders and back, then urged him to turn around.

“C’mere. I wanna pay attention to you liking the way I kiss you, now.” Bryce pulled Zac into his arms, turning so that Zac was under the spray, hot on his back and shoulders. “I do like the way you kiss,” he said, smiling. “And I like kissing you back.” He ducked his head to prove the point, his lips slick against Zac’s.

Zac really liked the way Bryce kissed. He sucked and licked at Bryce’s tongue, trailing one hand down Bryce’s back to cup his ass, pulling Bryce closer so his hardening dick would slide against Bryce’s thigh. He didn’t need anything more than that, just to be close.

Bryce kissed him long and sweet, indulging him completely, caressing his back and groping his ass. He pulled Zac against him, moving to give Zac more friction. He wasn’t hard again yet, but he was obviously enjoying Zac’s arousal. Finally, he pulled away and gasped a little breath before murmuring, “Turn around. I wanna get you off,” against Zac’s lips.

“Yeah.” Zac kissed Bryce one more time, and then turned around, saying, “Yeah, yeah, okay.” He wanted Bryce to get him off, too. Whatever Bryce wanted to do.

What Bryce wanted to do was pull Zac against him, letting the hot water sluice down Zac’s chest, while one hand stroked Zac’s dick and the other played with his balls. “Fuck, you’re
hot
,” he whispered in Zac’s ear, on his way to ravishing the side of Zac’s neck with licks and kisses.

He was moaning softly, his big hands unhesitating on Zac’s dick and balls, his mouth demanding on Zac’s neck.

“Oh, God. Yeah, Bryce.” Zac knotted his fingers in Bryce’s hair, holding him against his neck.

Fuck, his neck was so sensitive, and Bryce always went straight for it, like there was some kind of instinct that told him it was a surefire way to get Zac aching and needy and ready
right now
.

He braced his other hand on the shower wall and rolled his hips, arching into Bryce’s touches.

“Fuck. God, I love your hands. You have such fucking big hands. Feels so good.” Bryce’s desperate little noises suggested that he was enjoying this as much as Zac was, all his soft groans and gasps. His fingers slipped past Zac’s balls, rubbing along the taut skin there, and back further. It was probably inadvertent; his hands were big, and there was only so much room for his long fingers between Zac’s thighs as he palmed Zac’s tight balls. He rolled his other hand over the head of Zac’s cock and then slid the slick tunnel of it down, giving Zac something to fuck. Groaning, he bit up under Zac’s ear and sucked there, gently.

Inadvertent or not, the touches were driving Zac crazy. His breath came faster and he whined, spreading his legs apart as much as he could and arching to drive his dick through Bryce’s hand and push Bryce’s fingers against all that sensitive skin. “Please. Oh, fuck, Bryce...” Bryce had to know what he was doing now, moving his hand and sliding his big, strong fingers back over Zac’s hole, giving him something to press against. He was panting in Zac’s ear
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between bites, and he whispered, “Anything, Zac. Fuck. Tell me. Anything,” before kissing and biting down Zac’s neck again.

That sent shudders of need racing through Zac and it took real effort to bite back a plea for Bryce to just fuck him right then. It wasn’t a good idea for any number of reasons, not the least of which were the lack of lube and condoms and knowing Bryce wasn’t ready for it. Zac wanted it, though. God, how he wanted it. He asked for Bryce’s fingers, instead.

“In me, Bryce. Just...” He dropped his hand down from the wall and laced his fingers with Bryce’s. His head fell back against Bryce’s chest and he lifted his foot up onto the edge of the tub, then guided Bryce’s middle finger back to press just right. Just right. “I want. Will you?” If Bryce wouldn’t, it’d be okay. Zac could do it to himself. That would be enough. But Bryce had offered, and it was Bryce’s fingers Zac really wanted.

Bryce bit him again with a whimper and did what was asked without hesitation, slow and steady, letting Zac set the pace. “Oh. God.” It was barely more than a whine. “Zac. So tight.” The angle of his hand all but forced his finger to curl around just right, pushing in deep and sliding against Zac’s prostate.

Zac pushed down onto Bryce’s finger, shivering. The pressure forced out a moan, and Zac writhed against it, his back sliding against Bryce’s slippery chest. “Fuck. Yeah, Bryce. Yeah.” He guided Bryce’s hand to move, just a little, giving him a little friction inside and sending more shivers of pleasure through him. “That’s so good. You’re so... Fuck. Bryce. So good.” It didn’t take Bryce long to pick up exactly what Zac needed, fucking him with strokes that matched the tempo of his hand on Zac’s dick. “Fuck. Zac. So
hot
,” he was moaning. “Want you so much.”

It was such a relief to hear Bryce so turned on by this. Zac had worried, a little, because some guys got grossed out about where they were putting their fingers. “Fuck me, Bryce,” he moaned.

It felt safe, now. They could both pretend he was just talking about Bryce’s fingers. “Just like that. Fucking... Yeah. God, you’ve got such fucking big hands.” Bryce had a big dick, too.

Someday. Zac moaned again at the thought and writhed some more, fucking Bryce’s hand and fucking himself on Bryce’s finger.

“You are so fucking tight,” Bryce whispered, sliding his index finger in with his middle finger on the next stroke. It was a tight fit, so tight, but not enough to hurt, and Bryce was careful not to push too deep on the first couple strokes; then he was fucking Zac with two big fingers, rubbing over Zac’s prostate, moaning, biting Zac’s neck, and still, never missing a beat, jerking him off.

“Oh, fuck,” Zac panted. Once Bryce started finger-fucking him, Zac couldn’t hold back. He writhed, arching into all of it, slippery and desperate and crying out Bryce’s name a hell of a lot louder than he should’ve.

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“God, Zac. That’s everything I want,” Bryce said unsteadily. He was strong and steady with his hands, though, giving Zac all the pleasure he could, his body giving Zac support so Zac didn’t fall. “Oh, God, Zac. Just... yeah. Like that.”

Zac felt like his orgasm lasted forever. God, it’d been a long time since he’d gotten fucked, even just with fingers, and Bryce was doing it just right. “Fuck, Bryce,” he gasped, shivering hard as he came down. He was shaky all over, shivery and limp. “Fuck.” Bryce slid his fingers out and let go, only to wrap Zac up in strong arms and hold him close.

“Better?” he murmured softly.

“‘M good, yeah,” Zac murmured, leaning back into Bryce’s embrace. He felt perfect. The pleasure was still sparking low in his belly, sending tiny waves of heat all through him. “Mmm.”

“That was so good, Zac.” Bryce sounded awed. “I love doing that to you,” he added in a whisper, giving Zac a little squeeze.

“You can.” Zac had to catch his breath a little. He’d never expected Bryce to be this sexual, this open; it was like finding hidden treasure. He was going to be careful with Bryce; he didn’t want to be the one to ruin something that rare. “Whenever you want. Seriously. That was... really, really good. Fuck.”

Bryce cuddled him close, carefully shifting until he was in front of Zac, snuggling Zac against his chest and kissing Zac’s temple. “I was kind of afraid I wouldn’t be able to make you feel good,” he confessed.

Zac opened his mouth, and then closed it again. That was so ridiculous, he wasn’t sure what to say, at first. It was so
Bryce
, too, the big dork. After a few seconds, he tipped his head back to look up at Bryce. “Um. I don’t think you have to worry about that anymore.” Bryce’s smile was half pleased, half sheepish, and he blushed. “Maybe not, no.” His long dark lashes were even darker and beaded with water; his hair clung to his cheeks in scrolling loops.

“You’re. Just.” He kissed Zac passionately.

Oh.
Zac slid his hands into Bryce’s hair and kissed him back. Bryce didn’t have anything to worry about, not at all, not on that front.

After, Bryce pulled back enough to nuzzle Zac’s nose with his own. He was positively glowing; it was hard to imagine a guy looking so blissful after sex when he wasn’t the one who’d come, but Bryce looked like he’d just had the best sex of his life.

“You ready to go back to your room?” Zac was ready. They were all rinsed off and he had some excellent ideas for how to spend some time back in Bryce’s bed.

“Yeah.” The look Bryce gave him was melting, then he turned off the water. He stretched to wring out his hair before they got out, giving Zac a chance to admire his wet, naked body.

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Bryce looked so damn good. It was a shame he ever had to get dressed. Zac handed him a towel when they got out of the shower, and asked, “Do you have lube in your room? Like, for jerking off or, um, for your fingers, I mean?”

“Yeah, a couple kinds,” Bryce answered, before he could remember to be embarrassed about it.

He was obviously feeling pretty relaxed now. So far, the evening had been really good for him, maybe good enough to start undoing last week’s damage. “Why?” He tilted his head and gave Zac an anxious puppy look.

Zac stopped rubbing the towel over his head to smile at Bryce, slow and hot. “So you can do that to me again.”

“Oh.” Bryce’s eyes widened, and then he gave Zac a look that suggested he was about to pounce Zac right then. “Yeah. I could do that.”

“Good.” Zac leaned up on his toes to brush a kiss over Bryce’s lips. “I really want you to. I’m glad you liked it, too. Some people don’t.”

“I can understand.” Bryce wrapped a towel around his waist. “But... it’s you. You and me. I guess I’m just trying to focus on that, you know? It’s not like I don’t have all this other stuff in my head I have to keep stomping on.” He bent and kissed Zac back, just as lightly. “It’s just us.

Nothing else counts when it’s us. I keep telling myself that. It helps.” Maybe eventually, Zac would get to show Bryce what it felt like. He finished drying off, then tied the towel around his waist and poked his head out of the door to check the hallway. No noises at all.

“C’mon. Maybe you can keep focusing on that back in your room.” Zac hoped so. He’d come twice, but just thinking about Bryce’s fingers inside him made his dick twitch. He could do three times, if he wanted to badly enough, and he
really
wanted to, and not just because he was still sure that if he could just get Bryce to feel good long enough, they could almost erase last weekend’s disaster.

Bryce let Zac get almost to the door of the room before whisking Zac’s towel away, laughing. He even had the nerve to skip out of the way to avoid revenge. What else was new? Bryce had been stealing Zac’s towel for years, since he had all that hair to dry and Zac had none. Laughing and being a pain was way better than the way he’d been last weekend.