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“Is an hour long enough to deal with this?” Liam’s voice was all innocence but his fingers were the devil as they skated over the top of Owen’s dick.

“I hope so, Iuhhhnnnn,“ Owen couldn’t concentrate on anything else as those dainty fingers wrapped around his length, twisting and pulling with a familiarity that had Owen tiling his hips back after a moment, pulling away. “Wait, wait, I don’t want this to be over too soon.”

“We’re going to run out of hot water,” Liam pointed out, still reaching for Owen, but Owen grabbed his wrists, turning him until he faced the wall again.

“You’re creating enough steam to heat this shower for the rest of the week.” Owen shook his head, amazed at how quickly Liam sent him from zero to sixty, revving him like the engine of a sports car. Reaching past the curtain, he clasped his hand around the bottle of lube he’d brought in with him, popping the cap and dousing his fingers.

“You’re like a boy scout,” Liam looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Always prepared.”

“I’m also like a boy scout because I’m in-tents.”

Liam swatted him. “I think I’m done with this shower -oh!“ All his protests died as Owen easily slid a finger into him. He was loose and supple after the rimming so Owen easily moved to two fingers, then three, nipping at Liam’s neck and shoulders as he worked him open and enjoying the soft high sounds Liam made, how he pushed back onto the invading digits.

Curling his fingers in just the right way, Owen pressed deep and Liam responded in kind, slamming his head back against Owen’s shoulder and begging.

“P-Please, I need you. Inside. Now.”

Owen wanted to tease that he was already inside but his cock had been hard for far too long. Slicking his length with lube, he lifted Liam’s left leg and slid home, pressing Liam’s against the tiled wall. Both of them groaned and Owen’s eyes rolled back at the tightness and heat around him.

“You okay?” Owen was amazed at how rough his voice sounded.

“Y-Yeah. Move.Please.“ Liam clenched his muscles and Owen gasped as the tightness doubled down on his cock. But he didn’t need to be told twice. Drawing back almost completely, Owen slid all the way in until he hit home. Liam cried out and Owen did it again, over and over, liking the punch of air that left Liam’s lungs at the end of every thrust. Owen held Liam close, one hand keeping Liam’s leg up, the other crossed over his chest, gripping his shoulder and using the leverage to push Liam down onto the cock that speared him.

As usual, Liam responded to Owen perfectly, his body shivering, his words back to the babble that he always let loose when he was reaching heights of pleasure.

“Nnnn, O-Owen!yes,ahhhh,ahhhhh,mhmmm, I’m…I’m!“ With another cry, Liam squeezed the life out of Owen’s cock and came again, this time untouched. It gave Owen a heady power and he thrust twice more before letting out a long gravelly moan and emptying himself, filling Liam’s snug channel and marking him once again.

“My legs are shaking!” With a laugh, Liam threw his towel at Owen, who caught it effortlessly.

“Then it looks like my work here is done!” Putting the towel in the hamper, Owen twirled an imaginary mustache and Liam rolled his eyes, still laughing.

“I’m locking the door the next time I take a shower.” Liam shook his head, sliding on a pair of black jeans.

“Then I’ll pick the lock,” Owen continued twirling, pitching his voice so that he sounded like an affected villain. “You’ll never escape from me!”

The sound of Liam’s laughter bounced off the walls of the bedroom as he strode to the closet, sliding hangers to the side, trying to choose a shirt. “You’re terrible!”

“I thought I was trouble with a capital T?” Owen asked smugly, joining Liam by the closet and selecting a button-down and tie for work. Although it was nearing the end of wedding season, he still had a long day ahead of him at The Pointe.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t trouble, just Owen?” Liam deadpanned, selecting a green long-sleeved shirt.

Their back-and-forth had strengthened over the past few months, to the point that Finn often told them to take their show on the road, and it left Owen feeling giddy, lighter than air. It was such fun to banter with Liam, to see him curled up in their bed every morning, to touch him, to share meals with him, to play video games with him, to watch movies and cuddle with him, to take walks and enjoy the outdoors with him, to watch him grow and change, to justbewith him. It gave Owen a sense of joy and contentment he was sure he’d lost with Michael. But Owen had done some growing and changing too. After many intense sessions with Dr. Lawson and eight weeks with his support group, he was finally healing. He’d always love his son, his little potato, and there would always be a hole in his soul where Michael should be, but that hole didn’t feel as deep and jagged as it used to. He’d been applying everything he’d learned in order to cope in the best way possible and the nightmares had slowed to a crawl. He was even sleeping regularly again.

Smiling, he stroked Liam’s cheek, noticing that the mark where his wedding ring used to be had faded. “When I’m with you I’m notjustOwen. I feel like I’m Superman.”

Liam let out another laugh. “So cheesy!” Standing on his toes he wrapped his arms around Owen’s shoulders and leaned up for a kiss. “But I do love cheese.”

“And I love this shirt on you. It brings out the green in your eyes.” Owen gladly fulfilled Liam’s silent request, placing a gentle kiss on his soft lips and Liam grinned in satisfaction.

“Thank you. Ollie is such a fashionista I’ll probably be underdressed next to him.”

“Stop it, you’re gorgeous.” Owen kissed him once more then pulled away, needing to get dressed for work. “Are you excited to see him again?”

“I am! We’ve been texting a lot but this is the first time we’ve hung out since high school. I can’t believe he moved here.” Liam went to the mirror, opened a tube of gel, and added some to his hair.

“I forget,whydid he move here?“ Standing next to Liam, Owen adjusted his tie.

“He said he needed a change.”

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