Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen


APOV

Breakfast was sort of interesting.  It was great, but seemed so…comfortable.  We were basically eating in our underwear, and I wasn’t sure the way this felt normal and comfortable, and like we’d always had it, was normal.  Did it feel that way for him, too?  I didn’t ask; I’m not sure why.  I think maybe because I’d already let my thoughts run wild once today; I’d just accept that he seemed to be feeling the same way.

He grunted adorably when he ate and really liked something, and he actually blushed when he noticed me smirking at him.

He chuckled. “It’s really good.”

“I can tell,” I said.

“Don’t make fun of me, I rarely get a breakfast that’s not coffee, some unintelligible pastry, something microwaved if I’m actually early, or in a wrapper.  This is awesome.”

“I’m not making fun of your enjoyment.  More that you’re grunting and shoveling it in while sitting in your underwear.  It’s very… Neanderthal.”

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to start making me breakfast all the time and then I’ll be used to it.”

“What am I your fucking waitress now?” I said this deliberately without teasing in my voice.  Honestly, I wanted to see him squirm in his underwear.

And he totally did.

“No!  Of course not!  That’s not what I meant.  I was just teasing.  I don’t expect that.” 

“Jesus, we’re like, what?  Less than 12 hours into this relationship, ya know, officially, and already I’m nothing but a meal ticket?”

He looked completely shocked, and I was pretty sure he’d instantly started sweating, fumbling for words, like, actually stuttering.  It was almost as adorable as the grunting.  He looked so fucking scared.  He stopped suddenly and looked at me for a long minute where I said nothing and tried to make sure my face stayed pissed or at least blank. 

“You’re totally fucking with me right now, aren’t you?”

I burst out laughing and he dropped his fork to the plate where it landed loudly.  He sat back in his chair and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.  “Fuck.”

I giggled some more, smirking at him.

“Christ, woman, I’m actually sweating.  That was just mean.”

I snorted. “Yeah, I think you can take it.  And we’re showering soon, so you’ll be all fresh and shit for whatever you have to do today.”

“What are we doing today?”

“Do you have to work?  Or class?”

“Depends what we’re doing today,” he said with a smile.

I shook my head. “I don’t want you to skip shit.  And I have to work tonight.”

He nodded. “Well, I’m not strictly skipping shit.  Because I’m not technically enrolled for a grade.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You should go to class.  You could come back.”

“I won’t be missing anything, trust me.”

I sighed. “Well, I kinda wanted to show you something today.”

“Sounds promising.”  He grinned.  “Now I’m definitely skipping it.”

I rolled my eyes at him.  “Sadly, it’s not like that.”

He shrugged. “That’s ok, too.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“I kinda like that I can make you sweat on command.”

He scoffed. “In more ways than one apparently.  You’re evil.”

“Then you must be attracted to evil.”

He shrugged again. “I have a weakness.  I’m a weak individual.  Very impressionable.  Easily influenced.”

I chuckled at him. “I wouldn’t describe you that way.”

“How would you describe me?” he asked, leaning forward and locking his eyes on mine. 

Well, now I couldn’t back down or look away without being a pussy myself.  Damn him.  “Evil, too.  Definitely.”  Question avoided! 

He grinned and it was a pretty fucking evil grin.

“Excellent.  Evil’s not always a positive quality.  Good thing we both have it.”

Jordan picked then to reappear.  Reappear, that is, if you mean speed walk through the apartment, never looking our way or saying anything to us, and slamming the door on your way out. 

“Have a great day!” Tyler called after her.

That was probably loud enough that she’d heard him, too.  I groaned. “Ugh, Tyler, don’t make it worse.”

He shrugged. “She’s being kind of childish.”

“Yeah, I describe her like that all the time,” I said sarcastically.

“Is she ever nice?  She seemed nice when she was teasing me all the time.”

“She’s usually nice,” I said.  “Tough, but nice.”

“How’d you get hooked up with her?”

I had to literally bite my tongue while grinning to not make a comment on his choice of words.  Things were going so well though, I didn’t want that to fuck this up, too.  The more time I spent with him, the more I didn’t want him to ever find out.  It seemed like there was more to lose all the time.  Instead, I tried to think of a way to explain while leaving out certain details.  “Well, she basically saved my life.”

His head popped up to look at me. “How so?”

I shrugged. “I told you, I was into some really bad shit in Vegas.  She sort of got me out of all of it.”

“Did you know her before or something?”

“No, we just met there one night.”  Quite an interesting night that I wouldn’t be telling him about.

He didn’t push, and I was grateful for whenever he did that.  “So she just randomly took you in as a…project or something?”

I snorted. “I suppose.  If I could be called a project.”

He looked confused. “Why?  Why would she do that?”

I smiled, shrugging. “I’ve never asked.”  I nodded to him. “What made you want to get involved with me?”  Ha!  Two could play at that.

He pushed his plate away a few inches and rested his elbows on the table, watching me.  “Honestly?”

“Of course.”  Why?  Didn’t I want the honest answer? 

“You frustrated me.”

I laughed.  What an understatement.

He smirked. “I like a challenge, I guess.  You were different.”

“Is that a line?”

“Do you want it to be?”

I thought about that for a second and then decided to avoid that, too.  “What does ‘different’ mean?”

He smiled. “You just never do what I expect.”

“And that’s a good thing?”  I smirked.

He nodded. “With you it is.”

“What does that mean?”

“Just that other people are annoyingly predictable.  And that’s more work sometimes.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

He thought a minute. “I guess I don’t really know how to explain.  It’s just a different feeling, and it’s got nothing to do with the newness of this.  In other relationships, I could tell the minute something was going to happen.  This one chick I dated, she was so conceited, and I could plot on a calendar when she was going to pick a fight or what was going to fly out of her mouth.  It’s not that routine isn’t exciting or good, because it can be.  It’s the monotony of not having something real.  You sort of came out of nowhere.  And I didn’t want to date any more plastic people, but I was tired of just random one night stands.  So eventually I just stopped all together.  Until Aidan forced me out that night.”

Well.  He certainly hadn’t avoiding answering me. 

“Why did you agree to go out with me?” he asked.

I smiled. “You were weird.”

He chuckled.

I tried to be as honest.  “I dunno, really.  You were different, too.  You didn’t immediately expect anything from me.  And you didn’t let me push you away.  Something told me I should give it a try.  You were nice, and it wasn’t a fake way, like a lot of other guys pretend to be.”

“Maybe I just haven’t stopped pretending,” he said, smirking.

I watched him for a minute, analyzing.  “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’d either be better at pretending than me, which is not likely, or you would have slipped by now.”

He was still smirking. “I’m not sure how to take that.”

I shook my head. “I’m not pretending either.  I’m not sure I know how to with you.”

“Me neither,” he agreed.

I nodded. “Good.”

“I’m glad we got that cleared up.” He chuckled.

“You wanna shower?”

“Sure.”

~ ~ ~

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, scoffing and laughing at the same time.

I played dumb. “What?”

“I didn’t even notice it was here!” He said, opening the door to the bathroom again and pushing it all the way back and open.  “The door hides it!  That’s the shower?!”

“Well, this is New York.  They make things…cozy.”

“It’s like a mini shower!  Do you even fit?!”

I snorted. “Yes, and you will, too.”

“Pffft, you might fit; you’re tiny.  We won’t fit together.”

I snickered. “Ok.  We’re going to have a talk about this now, ok?”

His lips twisted up. “Ok.”

“So…this is the shower, right?  It’s small, yes.”

“That’s an understatement,” he said under his breath.

“Shut up.”  I waited to see him hold up his hands. “The advantage of this shower is that it makes for a lot of closeness.”

His whole face kind of changed right in front of me. “Oh.”

I tapped his forehead. “There ya go.  Now…you wanna take a shower?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”

We didn’t have a lot of clothing to lose, and I’m not sure I was surprised or not, but it was sort of strangely not-strange to be stripping off clothing with him in here.  It wasn’t like we hadn’t already seen each other, but… I dunno, it seemed like if there was a time for it to be uncomfortable or clumsy or something, this would be it.  Maybe it was because he was smirking at me the whole time and I just kept laughing at him.  The second I mentioned that we’d be all smooshed together in there; it was like he couldn’t get in the shower fast enough. 

“So, you’re obviously going in first, right?” he asked.

“Uh, I guess, yeah.”

“Well otherwise I doubt any water would hit you.”

I giggled. “Right.” 

I stepped in, and he was right behind me, and…it was quite cozy.  I mean, I wasn’t complaining at all, but I didn’t think much actual washing was going to be done.  “Yeah, the handle is kinda broken, so you might have to close the door from the top until it clicks shut.”

He started laughing.

“What?”

“Yeah, ok.  If I can turn around, I’ll do that.”

“Oh shut up, it’s not that small.”

“Allison, this is really small.”

I smiled to myself, turning on the water.  “I should warn you about something else,” I said as the water started, and I pressed myself as close to the shower wall and as far away from him as possible.

“What’s that?” he said as the water started to sputter out of the showerhead, and he turned back after latching the door.  

I just waited.

“Oh sweet fucking Christ, that’s cold!” He yelped, shoving himself towards the door, and I just started laughing uncontrollably. 

“We have hot water issues sometimes,” I managed to get out.  “And it’s always really cold when you turn on the water for the first time.”

He was suddenly pressed right up against me instead, his hands tickling my sides and there was nowhere for me to go. 

“Oh, good, you’re ticklish,” he said, completely relentless until I was near gasping from the laughing.  I stopped laughing when his mouth was just as suddenly on my neck, licking and nipping at the water that was rolling off our skin.  His hands rested similarly to how they had in the kitchen and I instantly leaned back into him. 

“Good thing the water was cold,” I said quietly, chuckling, pushing my ass back into him and feeling his cock press into me. 

“Why’s that?” he breathed in my ear.

“Well, otherwise we might have an issue.”  I pressed back again and he groaned into my ear.

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.  There’s a lot friction here.”

I really wanted to laugh at him, but he wasn’t wrong.  And this was quickly turning into something more than a shower.  I think he was waiting for my ok; that he wouldn’t really start anything without it, even if I was grinding into him.  His hands stayed fixed on my hips, the water rushing over us. 

I turned my head and pressed into his chest, loving the fact that with his arms around me, I could literally fit my entire body into his space, my head just under his chin.  Like he could completely swallow me up with his body.   And unlike other times, with other guys, it only felt safe.  Warm.  Nice.

His arms shifted, covering more of me as I pressed into him, and we just stood under the water for a few minutes while he held me.  I couldn’t say that I ever liked being held before.  It was always a possessive kind of thing, and this didn’t feel anything like that.  I was finding I liked a lot of things that I never liked before.  

I sighed finally, and pulled away a little.  “We should probably actually shower, huh?”

His grip lessened, but he didn’t let go.  “This kind of shower is fine with me.”

I smiled and turned halfway to look at him as I grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some in my hand before holding it out to him.  “Wash your hair.”

He smirked and dropped his hands, taking the bottle from me, unscrewed the top and smelled it before he poured any for himself.  I snickered.  “What?  I don’t know that I want to smell like fruit or flowers.  I had to check.”

I laughed.  “Do I ever smell like fruit or flowers?”

He thought a minute.  “No.  But ya never know.”

“Wash your hair.”

“I would if this shower was big enough for both of us to raise our arms.”

I stopped my washing long enough to reach down and pinch his thigh.

“Ow!”

“Stop dissing my shower.”

“They’re just facts!”

I sort of ignored him then, which was nearly impossible with him centimeters away; but he seemed to be following instructions.  I rinsed my hair and realized just how annoying that was when you were facing the water and couldn’t tip your head back, but turning right now was probably not good for the whole washing thing.  

I sort of forgot soap could be just as bad.  

I thought he was leaning to rinse his hair, but his hand closed around mine on the bottle of body wash as I reached for it, too.  

He was right next to my ear again. “Let me.  Can I?”

I nodded, letting my hand drop and waited, because this was totally another thing no one had ever done.  I never had someone wash me before.  I couldn’t even remember a time as a kid when anyone had done that and once I was in the foster system, that shit wasn’t happening.  I was kind of excited.  

“Close your eyes.”

And that kind of derailed my excitement a little.  It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him.  Or that I thought he was going to hurt me or something.  It wasn’t a demand or an order; he just said it quietly and breathily like he had everything else in my ear.  It was just that I was already giving up a lot of control with him behind me.  And I was getting more comfortable with it, with his presence there; but closing my eyes too was giving up even more control.  

He must have sensed my tension because he pressed himself flush against me again.  “It’s ok.  You don’t have to close them.”

I sighed and turned my head, pressing a kiss into his cheek.  Nah.  I could trust him.  He hadn’t done anything yet to make me think otherwise.  He squeezed me gently when I let my eyes flutter closed.  

It was sort of… how everything sounded different with my eyes closed.  Like the sound of the water and him breathing; I hadn’t heard him breathing before, but I could now.  I suppose it was just other senses adjusting.  I heard the cap on the body wash flick open and the liquid sound as he poured some on his hands and then there was this kind of tense few seconds when I couldn’t really hear what he was doing, but I knew his hands were going to land somewhere at any moment.  

He didn’t make me wait at all, his hands landed on my shoulders and spread inward towards my neck.  He stayed on the back of my neck, his thumbs digging in the middle like a massage and then his thumbs traced down my spine and all the tension was gone just like that, and I found myself leaning backwards towards him.  

He just closed around me again, his hands shifting to the front, all slippery and smooth.  His hands spread the soap all over my stomach and up to my tits, his fingers kneading gently and his thumbs rubbing over my nipples.  I arched back into him, my head against his shoulder and he nudged until I rolled my head to the side, leaving my neck open for his mouth.  It made me feel kind of dizzy in the steam, all the slick skin and the smell of the generic soap.  

I sort of wanted to collapse against him and just let him hold me up some more.  

It tickled sometimes when all I could focus on were his fingers, but not in the pull away kind of way—like tingles and shivers all over my body instead.  Like the water had gone cold and waves of the feeling flowed all over my skin.  His tongue was swirling and licking the water off of my neck and I felt dizzy again, so much so that I needed something to hang onto, my hands moving to cup the backs of his thighs.  I couldn’t really reach any other part of him this way and that was why in the past I never enjoyed this position.  It gave the guy too much power.  I suppose that was why I’d been so defensive in the kitchen.  

This though, wasn’t rough or demanding, just soft and gentle.  His cock stayed pressed between us and he seemed totally unconcerned with the fact that he was hard, too.  

If I was dizzy before, the minute his hand trailed to my clit I felt absolutely weak.  

“Oh fuck, Tyler,” came out as some kind of moaned whisper and the feeling hit me so hard I almost wanted to double over, but I couldn’t because this shower was really fucking small, and his hand bracing me prevented it, too.  

It was sort of shocking how much awesomeness could come out of that one tiny, little part of me.  

It was also sort of shocking how well he knew to do this to me after only having done it a few times.  He knew just how to press and rub and circle to make my entire body come apart for him.  
I might have left nail marks in his thighs as I came, and if his body wouldn’t have been holding mine up, I think I might have slid right down the side of the shower wall.  

I can’t really describe the moments after, if dozing standing up was possible, I think that may have happened to me.  I was just very…relaxed but for some reason it felt like a different kind of release.  Maybe it was the shower or the heat and the steam, but I felt a huge amount of relief, and came back from wherever I went to me basically propped up by him, his hands steady and holding me to him, his cheek pressed into the side of my head.  

I turned my head to reach his mouth, a completely clumsy and messy kiss, but he didn’t seem to care that only half our mouths actually connected.  

He hummed at me and I wondered if he felt as light as I did, but realized that there was no way he could when the base of his cock was pressed in between my ass cheeks, head rubbing into my lower back.  It wasn’t insistent or forceful; he wasn’t pleading for me to do anything about it, he was just pressed there, enjoying the friction and making small movements with his hips to grind against me.  I wondered if he would ever start to ask.  Or at some point he’d feel comfortable asking.  It wasn’t that I thought he didn’t want to; he’d just gotten some selfless idea in his head.  Or like asking me for something or wanting me to do something back wasn’t already something I wanted, too, or something that I was ready for.

I was surprised at how fucked my voice sounded. “Switch places with me.”

“Hmm?”

“Switch places with me,” I repeated a little louder.  “So you’re in front.”

“Allison, this shower is too tiny for me to drop the soap.”

I barked out a laugh. “Well then you don’t have to worry about me slipping, do you?”

He chuckled but didn’t respond back, and smirked at me when we started to shuffle around each other.  It was tight and cramped, but we managed and I immediately loved this.  

Because I wanted him to feel the same things he made me feel, and I wanted to give him more than the things he never asked for.  

I grabbed the soap, deciding I’d do the same thing for him that he’d done for me.  

He groaned when I dug my fingers into his neck, his head snapping back like it’d been a long time since anyone had done this for him, and I realized it probably had been.  He had more relationship and hands-on experience with this than I did, but he was the first to admit he hadn’t been a real relationship guy.  And most women he slept with wouldn’t have shared a shower with him, much less this.  

I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I just followed the same path that he had, digging my thumbs in down the length of his spine and I swear he almost shot out of the shower.  I giggled at the sensitivity, but he seemed kind of lost in his own muscle release, and if he wanted to give me shit for the giggle, he didn’t.  

He grunted a lot; and his back and shoulders were really fucking tense, but I found myself oddly turned on by the sight of him this way.  I couldn’t ever have said that before either, that I’d found someone’s back attractive, but as I ran my fingers over the hard muscles there, it was just…a really sexy part of him.  I’d never really had the opportunity to see him this way until now.  And that was a damn fucking shame, because there was a lot of him to appreciate.  His back was broad and I loved watching the way his muscles moved.  He had freckles all over in little patches and in lines and I ran my thumbs over them, too.

He had strong thighs that were scattered with fine hair, and a really cute ass that I definitely had not gotten the opportunity to take in until now.  I tried to stay focused on the washing, but his body was pretty fucking distracting, and that felt like such an odd thing because I normally noticed very little about people and tried to avoid it a lot.  I wanted to take him in.  To memorize all the muscles and the skin and how he moved and responded.  

Washing his chest was sort of difficult because he was so much taller than me, my arms couldn’t reach from this angle as well, but I made sure I got most of it and was really amused by the way his body jerked when I ran my fingers over his nipples.  

I think he was kind of surprised when I pressed myself into him, my own nipples hard as my tits pushed against his back, while my hips lined up right to his ass.  He groaned at the contact, his head falling forward as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him from behind.  

I could feel his body start to tense again when my hand started moving lower and his hands came up to press against the shower wall as I reached for his cock.  I didn’t waste any time teasing him, because he hadn’t done that to me either, and really, I wanted him to come.  So I started stroking him the minute my hand was on him, urging him to spread his legs.  He spread as wide as the shower would let him, but it was enough for my other hand to reach between his legs for his balls.  I kept most of my attention on the head of his cock, rolling the foreskin over the ridge while I gently massaged his balls.  His hips were rocking with my hand in a few minutes and the tension that he started with was springing up all over again as his orgasm neared.  Watching the water roll off of his back and onto my skin was almost as mesmerizing as the motion of his hips.  

I pressed my finger behind his balls when he was coming and it was a damn good thing he’d decided to brace against the wall because he might have been able to hold me up, but there was no fucking way I was holding him up, and he looked like he wanted to double over just like I had.  He wound up panting and grunting with his forehead against the tile of the shower, arms slowly sliding down as I stroked the last of his come out.  I fucking loved that I did that to him.  

“Aw fuck, I’m gonna need another nap.”

I chuckled and let go of his cock, moving my arms around his middle again, and pressed a kiss into his back.  “You can take another nap after I show you something.”

“Mmm…ok.”

“You listening?”  I snickered, squeezing him.

“Yeah.  No.  Kinda.”

I laughed again, squeezing him a final time before I backed up.  “Rinse off and come on.  Our water isn’t going to last much longer and then you’ll be wide awake.”

“Mmm.”

I reached around him and turned the water off and he whined rather pathetically.  “I’m all relaxed and loose and the water feels good.”

I pushed the door open and he whined some more at the change in temperature.

“God, isn’t orgasm supposed to make you less of a whiny bitch?” I asked, chucking a towel at his head which he totally missed and it landed on the floor.

He bent to get it and I appreciated the view, but he totally caught me and then wouldn’t stop grinning at me.  

“Fucking hell, get dressed.”

“Am I allowed to wear my clothes or are you wearing them?”

I shrugged. “The flannel is comfortable.  I guess you better look for that tee shirt.”

“Maybe I should borrow one of your shirts instead.”

“Oh, I have a really sexy robe you could wear.”

“What color?  ‘Cause pink won’t work.  I could probably pull off green or blue, possibly purple, but it depends on the fabric.”

“I suppose technically, it’s not really a robe.  More…lingerie.”

“Kinky.”

I smirked, nodding. “Sometimes.”

“Good to know.  Kinky’s hot.”

“Your momma know you like dressing in women’s robes?”

“She probably would not be surprised.  I don’t think much of what I do anymore surprises her.”

I found his shirt behind the chair.  I had no fucking idea how it’d gotten there.  I tossed it to him.  “Here.”

“Huh.”  He sounded disappointed.  

I turned from where I was standing in front of the closet. “What?”

“Well, I thought perhaps this was some sort of grand scheme to keep me shirtless, but you just went ahead and dashed my hopes and dreams again.”

“Yeah, I do that.”

He was dressed before me, but in my defense, I had hair to comb out and I was a girl and all that shit.  He wound up sitting on the bed while I finished getting ready.  “So what’s this thing you’re gonna show me?  Is it kinky?”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said, winking at him.  I threw on his flannel last while dressing, and held out my hand when I was ready.  “C’mon.”









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