Sailing Deep (12 page)

              Blake stood at the entrance to the shower, hand still holding the curtain back. His eyes roamed up and down Dylan’s body with such a critical intensity that he had to resist the urge to cover himself up. Why was he suddenly so timid? Maybe it was Blake’s blatant, hungry perusal of his body that had him so self-conscious? Besides, Blake had already seen it. Yet there was something about the other man’s gaze that made him feel like he was being caressed, despite the distance between them.

              A shiver ran down Dylan’s spine that had nothing to do with the cold tile wall. They stared at each other for several long moments. “Blake!” He said when he finally found his voice. It was a fraction higher than normal and had hints of surprised hysteria.

              “Hmm?” Blake hummed in response, eyes finally looking away from between Dylan’s legs, where he had been staring for a solid thirty seconds. His gaze rose lazily, taking the time to appreciate Dylan’s upper body before finally settling on his face. He wasn’t smiling, as Dylan expected he would. He looked oddly calm and thoughtful.

              “What are you doing?” Dylan tried to keep the note of hysteria out of his voice, but it didn’t quite work.

              Then he did smile, but it was less on his lips and more in his eyes. He tilted his head to the side, letting some of his white blond hair fall across his forehead. “Admiring you.”

              “Showers are usually a private affair,” Dylan said through gritted teeth. He was still plastered against the wall. He didn’t entirely trust his legs. They felt wobbly, and he hoped they weren’t visibly shaking. He was feeling the effects of surprised adrenaline, he told himself; it had nothing to do with the way Blake was looking at him.

              “They don’t have to be,” Blake said innocently enough.

              Dylan ignored that comment. “Thanks for bringing me the shampoo.” He said pointedly. “You can put it down and go.”

              Blake’s lips pressed together into what looked like a brooding leer. He then shook his head. “No.” Then without explanation, he stepped back and let the shower curtain close.

              Dylan was left in the shadows as the curtain blocked most of the bathroom light. He didn’t move, frozen against the wall as he stared at the curtain wide-eyed and confused. He didn’t hear the bathroom door close, nor did he hear Blake move anywhere. “No?”

              “No,” Blake repeated. He was still in the bathroom. He heard the sound of the shampoo bottle being set on the counter before he heard the clink of a belt.

              “What’re you doing?” Dylan asked cautiously. He slowly pushed off the wall, testing his legs. They were still a little shaky with the after effects of adrenaline, but they were steady.

              Blake didn’t answer, but beyond the sound of the shower spray, Dylan thought he heard the sound of clothes rustling and falling to the tile floor. His suspicions were confirmed when the curtain was suddenly jerked back, and Blake stood there stark naked. Dylan stared at him, eyes wide. Then they narrowed and his brow furrowed.

              “I told you no,” Dylan said firmly. His voice was back to normal, but his mouth felt incredibly dry. He very stubbornly stared at Blake’s face and refused to let his gaze wander. He had already seen the man naked. Nothing in front of him was new, and therefore, he didn’t need to stare. At least, that’s what he told himself.

              Blake chuckled, his lips quirking upward in a sinister smirk. He tilted his chin downward to gaze at Dylan through his light lashes. “My dear,” He said, his voice a soothing purr. “You seem to be under the impression that I’m giving you a choice in the matter.” He stepped into the shower and let the curtain fall closed behind him. Dylan fought the urge to step back. He knew he had nowhere to go, so he stood his ground, glaring at the other man. Blake only smiled, immune to his stare. “Now, are you going to let me wash your hair or are you going to fight me?”

              Dylan continued to stare at him through narrowed eyes. His fists were clenched at his side. His lips were pressed tight, causing the edges of his mouth to turn white. He knew that Blake wasn’t going to leave now that he was in here, and he didn’t want to be childish and exit the shower unfinished. He forced his hands to unclench, and he sighed, the air leaving him in defeat. “Do what you want.”

              Blake nodded in approval. “Good boy.” He maneuvered so that he stood in front of Dylan and popped the shampoo bottle’s lid, pouring some into his open palm.

              Dylan closed his eyes as Blake lifted his hands to rub the shampoo into his hair. His body relaxed further under the gentle massage. He couldn’t remember the last time someone else had washed his hair. In fact, it had been years since he had showered with someone else like this. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel that Blake was close, and his heartbeat sped up at the thought.

              He suddenly felt lips against his, and his eyes shot open.

              Blake was already leaning away with a small smile. “I couldn’t resist.” He said sheepishly. “You looked like you were deep in thought.”

              “I … was,” Dylan admitted, looking up at Blake. He found the blue gaze to be too much to handle. Something about it sent warmth down to the bottom of his gut. Leaning around Dylan, Blake rinsed off his hands, and Dylan took that opportunity to close his eyes, step back under the spray, and rinsed his hair.

              “What were you thinking about?”

              “About how I shouldn’t have let you in the shower.”

              “But you did.” Dylan could hear his grin.

              He finished rinsing his hair and stepped out from under the water, glaring at Blake. “Would you have listened if I’d said no?”

              Blake looked proud of himself. “No.” He turned around and picked up the bottle of shower gel from the corner. He squeezed a large amount into his palm and turned back to Dylan. “Turn around.”

              “What?” Dylan’s glare faltered.

              Blake raised the hand with the soap. “I said I’d wash your back, didn’t I? Turn around.” He stood there and waited, one eyebrow raised.

              Dylan sighed and turned to face the wall, out of the direct spray of the water. He stiffened briefly when Blake touched him but then relaxed. He started at his shoulders and wiped his hands down Dylan’s back. His hands moved up and down his back, lathering the soap before going back to his shoulders. He massaged his shoulders, putting a decent amount of pressure under his fingertips.

              Dylan sighed again as his body relaxed and his head bobbed forward. He closed his eyes, giving himself over to the moment. Dylan hadn’t realized how tense he had been.

              Dylan had resolved to let himself enjoy the moment, and he hadn’t realized just how much he was enjoying it until a soft moan escaped his lips. It startled both of them. Blake’s hands froze, and Dylan’s eyes shot open. He stared wide-eyed at the tile wall, his face heating up with horror and embarrassment. The sound of his wayward moan was still ringing in his ears. It sounded alien, even to him. It had been such an innocent moment. Such an innocent reaction. But the sound that had escaped his throat sounded anything but innocent.

              He held his breath. One second passed. Two … three … four …

              Blake’s hands started moving again, and Dylan let out his breath in a sigh of relief. Blake’s massage was slower now, slowly working his way down his back. There was something … different about his touch. It didn’t feel like a simple massage anymore. It felt like the man was really taking the time to feel every inch of him. A shiver ran down his spine despite the warmth of the water and the other man’s hands.

              Blake’s hands stopped at Dylan’s hips, resting there for a moment before sliding forward, around to his stomach. They hovered at his waistline for a moment before rising to spread soap across his chest. He stepped forward, crowding his chest against Dylan’s back. Dylan inhaled sharply. He could feel everything. Every inch of his chest caressed Dylan’s back. He felt it all, right down to Blake’s erection, which was pressed firmly against his ass. Before he could stop himself, he arched his back, putting them even closer and closing any gaps between their skin.

              Blake hummed in his ear, his head resting on Dylan’s shoulder. Instinctively, Dylan tilted his head to the side and Blake nuzzled his ear. His hands were roaming, feeling every inch of his chest, and pausing briefly to tease his nipples. Dylan gasped, a little louder this time, and Blake growled in his ear. He bit his earlobe, tugging lightly. Dylan could hear his breath in his ear, and it sounded as ragged as his felt. His legs were definitely shaking now. He put out both hands, bracing himself against the shower wall. He bent over; further pressing his ass into Blake.

              They were positioned halfway under the shower spray and, somewhere in the back of his mind, Dylan realized the soap was rinsing off. Blake’s skin no longer felt oily and smooth, slipping across his own. With just the water, it was still slick, but there was an edge of friction as their flesh clung to each other.

              One of Blake’s arms remained wrapped around his waist while the other slid back to his hip, squeezing it briefly before moving back further. Dylan gasped as his fingers trailed along the curve of his buttocks to press between them. Panic started to rise in his chest, threatening to choke him. It was too fast. He didn’t want this. He couldn’t. He refused to want it, but even as his mind panicked, his body pushed out toward Blake’s touch.

              “Blake,” He managed to gasp out, ashamed when his voice was as weak and shaky as his legs. He lifted his head, trying to turn to look at the man over his shoulder. “Wait …”

              One of Blake’s knees went between his legs, slowly pushing his legs apart. Despite his protests, his body obeyed readily and willingly. Blake’s fingers gently probed at his entrance, stroking and teasing. “I’m sorry, love.” Blake’s voice was intense as he growled into Dylan’s ear. Dylan was surprised at it. The man’s voice sounded ragged with emotions that he wasn’t used to hearing from him. He sounded completely and utterly predatory and animalistic. Nothing at all like the smooth talking charmer Dylan had come to know. “But I can’t stop.” He sounded like he was on the edge of his control as if it took all his strength to say even those words as slowly as he did.

              Then without warning, he pushed two fingers past Dylan’s entrance. He gasped, jumping at the sudden intrusion. Blake didn’t give him much time to get used to it. His fingers were already moving, in and out, stretching him deeper and deeper. Dylan’s hands curled into fists against the shower wall. He found it hard to stand, and leaned further forward. He rested his cheek against the shower wall, but even the cold tile couldn’t clear his head. He couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t think at all. His body had a mind of its own as he spread his legs further and arched his back out to give Blake better access.

              It didn’t take Blake long before he added a third finger. This time, Dylan barely flinched. He was too far gone already. His body was already reacting, and he could feel he was plenty wet, both on the outside and the inside. Blake’s erection throbbed against his hip, and it was a constant reminder of what was to come. He barely noticed when Blake added the fourth finger. It had been so long since Dylan had explored his omega anatomy. So long since he had been this wet and this stretched. So long since he had been with another man. Dylan had forgotten how consuming it was. How overwhelming. All of his training in self-control was thrown out the window as he leaned against the shower wall, gasping and panting.

              Blake worked quickly, giving Dylan the distinct impression that he was only using fingers first as a courtesy to him. But even then, Dylan could feel how it pushed at the edges of his self-control. Blake’s movements were barely controlled and bordered on frantic. He barely spent any time with his fingers before he was pulling them out.

              “Blake,” Dylan gasped out, his voice weak as he tried to turn to face the other man. He knew what was coming, and it was too soon. He wasn’t ready. “Wait.”

              “No,” Came the growled response. One hand grabbed him by the hip while the other rested on his shoulder. His fingers curled and his nails bit into Dylan’s slick flesh. Dylan’s protest was cut off as Blake suddenly yanked his hips back at the same time he pushed his shoulders forward. “I’ve waited too long for this.” Blake said through gritted teeth. His voice was so rundown that Dylan barely heard him over the shower spray. “I can’t stop.”

              Then he was pushing into Dylan.

              Dylan’s eyes widened in shock and then squeezed shut. He had seen Blake before, had seen all of him. He had known the man was big, but he had never thought of it in terms of being inside him. It was a tight fit. He felt it stretching and tearing him apart, despite the preparation Blake had done and despite how wet he had gotten in anticipation. Blake kept pushing until he was all the way in and they were pressed flesh to flesh.

              A long, low tortured moan rolled from Dylan’s throat as he exhaled. He felt, more than heard, Blake sigh in ragged relief. They stood like that, frozen, for several long, silent seconds. Dylan tried to regulate his breathing, but he couldn’t. He was too aware of everything, and what was to come. Everything was too sensitive. It overloaded his senses.