Page 12 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Mixed bag.”
Jun shook his head. Damian’s hands were at Jun’s belt now. He watched as Damian untucked his shirt and then helped Damian pull it off.
He was beautiful. A little on the thin side for his age, but nothing a couple months with healthy food couldn’t correct. The bronze undertone of his skin stood out against the darker hue of Damian’s hands as Damian cradled his waist between his palms. Damian rubbed his thumbs against Jun’s hip bones. The contrast between the deep color his skin and the paleness of Jun’s was lovely.
“Ready to wash your face?”
Jun nodded and stepped through the door to the sink area. Damian checked the water in the tub and turned it off. He could top it off when they got out of the shower if needed, and then the new hot water would dilute with the cooled off water half filling the basin.
It took Jun a few minutes, which was to be expected. He came back, gripping one of his wrists with his opposite hand, shoulders hunched toward his ears.
Somehow, he looked both older and younger without the eyeliner, lipstick, and blush. He was attractive both ways, but this way, he looked somehow more private, like he was just for the two of them.
Damian held out his hand.
Wordlessly, they moved together. Jun let go of his wrist and caught Damian’s belt buckle in his hand. Glancing up for permission, he undid it and unzipped Damian’s pants. Damian stepped out of them and hung them up. They were good suit pants, after all. Then he reached for Jun’s.
Jun’s face was on fire. Without the makeup, it was easier to tell when he was blushing beneath the light tan of his natural complexion. But he had taken the first move with Damian, and the way he was biting the inside of his cheek was anxious-excited, not terrified.
Damian moved slowly, sliding Jun’s pants down his thighs with two palms and then bending down on one knee to drag each side off. Jun put out an arm to balance himself, lifting one foot, then the other.
Beneath his pants, he wore tight black briefs. Damian put his hand on the elastic and looked up at Jun.
Jun was biting his lip now, but he nodded.
Damian pulled them down.
Jun’s cock was proportional to the rest of his body, neither large nor small. His pubic area was trimmed, but he was obviously mature.
To ease Jun’s nerves, Damian stood up and pushed his own underwear down, tossing it to the side. Jun looked down, and his eyes widened. “You’re…large.”
Damian chuckled and shook his head. “Not really. I’m just bigger than you in general.”
Jun’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “I thought it was just stories.”
“I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen very many dicks if you think I’m that big.”
Jun did that thing where he bit his lip again. Damian’s hands itched to pull the bruised skin away from the younger man’s teeth. He was going to gnaw himself raw.
“You’re just kinda thicker than I’m used to seeing.”
Damian waved to his chest and shoulders and then his thighs. “I’m kinda thick everywhere. Also, I’m more of a shower than a grower. I don’t get that much bigger when I’m aroused. I’m guessing you do?”
Jun blushed and dropped his eyes. “Yeah, kinda.”
“Well, then, I’m really not that much bigger. Shall we shower?” Damian held out his hand.
If they had jumped straight to standing in the falling water naked together, Jun wouldn’t have needed to tell Damian he’d never been with another man before and likely not anyone at all. He waited, his eyes on Damian but not looking at Damian, for a signal of what came next.
“Let’s wash everywhere, then sit in the tub for a bit,” Damian said. It wasn’t what he’d been planning on doing, but Jun was more nervous than even he seemed to realize.
They showered quietly, bumping into each other now and then. The bumping became brief moments of touches but never more than that. Jun seemed eager to finish, and Damian was happy to oblige.
Damian left first, offering Jun his hand and leading him to the tub. He climbed in, towing Jun with him, then sat and tugged Jun down between his legs, his back to Damian’s chest. Jun was stiff. His hands came up out of the water and then down, resting just on the surface. Damian gathered them up in his own hands and settled them on his own thighs.
“There.”
Jun sighed and let himself half rest against Damian. He was tense as a board.
