Page 41 of Forever We Fall

Hota slides the straps of the singlet off his shoulders one at a time. A muffled whimper steals its way between my lips. His head cants at the sound, but he doesn’t turn. Holding the towel in his teeth and letting it dangle long in front of him, he thrusts his thumbs into the waistband of his uniform and then drags it down his body.

The round globes of his ass and the thick length of his bare legs are in high definition for several beats. My breath catches. A long, heavy shadow hangs between his legs, just out of clear view.

I pump my hand hard and fast, not caring if he knows what I’m doing. Hell, I’ve heard him jerk off more times than I can count. Only, I could never turn around and see him doing it.

I could open a door, though. They’re never locked between us. Not anymore. Except for tonight.

He got in.

He came for me. He held me. He protected me.

The sounds of the flesh moving on flesh, the rhythm of my strokes, and the splash of the water give me away.

Hota turns slowly, so very slowly, as though giving me every opportunity to tell him to stop. I don’t. With each degree that his gaze shifts closer to me, my cock pulses and grows harder.

I can’t see his eyes, but I know they’re on me. On the muddled form of my body and the measured jerking of my flesh.

The outline of his nipples and the flat of his chest are revealed one at a time as his towel goes lower and lower. I hold my breath and still my hand as he reveals the erection standing proudly up his abdomen.

I gasp and moan and stroke all at once.

It seems to be all the permission he needs. He grabs his dick and rubs his tight palm up the heavy length.

His whimper seeps up and over the opening at the top of the shower.

My teeth grit against the overwhelming sensations assaulting my body. Everything tingles. My head swims. The beat of my heart threatens to propel me into another plane of existence.

It’s never been so good. So right. So perfect.

So many times, I’ve had my hand on the knob, curious to see Hota’s pleasure. Now that I am, there’s no stopping my own.

I shoot hot streams up my belly and onto my chest. They come and come in wave after wave of euphoria.

Hota strains back, defining the many and mighty plateaus of his abdomen, and then he shouts his orgasm. It’s so familiar to my ears that it’s a comfort. It’s so erotic to watch.

Finally, I’m finished. I lean against the side of the shower with shaking legs and watch Hota come all over his belly.

For several moments, we stand there with the door between us and struggle to get our breathing under control.

Too soon, he cleans himself off. He grabs my towel, tosses it to hang over the top of the shower, and then disappears into hisroom. I’m left with so many emotions I don’t know what to do with them.

So for now, I wash them down the drain with my cum and dry myself. With a towel around my waist, I get out and brush my teeth, taking more time than normal. I don’t know if I hope he’ll come back into the bathroom with me. That’s a lie. I hope he’ll come back and slide the towel off my hips and run his hands all over me.

Hota’s care and concern for me, his confidence, and his ability to read me make things that haven’t been okay since I left my parents’ house feel right again. Or maybe more right than they’ve ever been.

I’ve never jerked off with someone. Now I have, and I did it, moving on instinct, desire, necessity. I needed a release, and he made it okay. Fuck. Better than okay. Hota made it right. He makes all the wrong right.

The memory of him on his knees for me earlier has my spent cock perking already.

When he doesn’t come back, I shuffle into my room and toss on some underwear and a shirt. Hota saw my scars and didn’t freak. I hang my towel up and then walk to the threshold of his room.

Hota is lying on the bed in his usual spot. Only this time, he’s facing me. He pulls the covers back, his covers, and then motions me over.

I stand there with a semi and a whole lot of insecurity.

“It’s okay. All of it is okay or will be okay, eventually.” He gives a jerk of his head.

My feet carry me forward. I slide under the silky covers and into Hota’s arms. He pulls me to his chest. I tuck myself willingly against his skin. My lungs fill with his unique scent of spicy soap, a spring day, and a hint of arousal.

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