Page 65 of Tough Guy
“If you’re not too busy,” Fabian said, with a smile that implied that he was very aware of how much Ryan was enjoying the view, “would you mind passing me the shampoo?”
“Oh. Sure.”
Fabian frowned at the bottle of Head & Shoulders that Ryan handed him. With a heavy sigh, he squeezed some out and gave the bottle back to Ryan.
“Can I?” Ryan asked, his hands hovering above Fabian’s scalp. It was possible that Fabian had a very specific lathering method, but Ryan hoped his love of having his hair played with would win out.
Fabian nodded and closed his eyes. Ryan dug his fingers in, trying to massage Fabian’s scalp as much as clean his hair. Fabian turned and leaned back against Ryan’s chest.
“God, that feels incredible,” he moaned. “Your hands are so strong.”
It felt good to be using his strong hands to care for someone, for a change. He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten lucky enough to have Fabian like this, but he was going to milk it for all it was worth.
He watched as Fabian rinsed the suds out of his hair, and was embarrassed by how quickly his dick reacted. Fabian’s cock had chubbed up a little since they’d gotten in the shower, but Ryan was at full mast.
“Your turn,” Fabian said and slipped past him so Ryan could take his place under the spray. “I would offer to return the favor, but I’m afraid I can’t quite reach.”
“It’s okay.” Ryan grabbed the shampoo. He quickly lathered and rinsed, and when he opened his eyes, he found Fabian kneeling in front of him.
“What—?”
“Found somewhere I can reach,” he said with a wicked smile. “May I?”
Ryan didn’t let himself overthink it. He couldn’t think anyway, not with the way his dick was screaming at him to just say yes. He nodded, and Fabian leaned in.
“Oh fuck,” Ryan gasped when Fabian sucked the head of his cock into his mouth. It had been such a long time since anyone had done this to him. Since he’d been able to let someone do this.
Fabian, it seemed, was an expert. He wasn’t taking Ryan all the way in—Ryan would never expect him to—but he knew exactly where to focus his attention. He kept his cheeks hollow, and his tongue busy, and it was fucking incredible.
Ryan shot an arm out to brace himself against the wall. Fabian wrapped one hand around the base of Ryan’s cock and began stroking, letting his fist cover the area his mouth couldn’t reach. His other hand slid up Ryan’s thigh, and then journeyed over to cup Ryan’s balls.
Ryan wasn’t one for dirty talk. At all. But if hecouldbring himself to talk right now, he’d like to say something encouraging likeFuck, yes. Play with my balls. Make me come all over your pretty face. Please make me come. Need to come.
But Ryan stayed silent, other than involuntary grunts and moans and the occasional swear word. Fabian gazed up at him through his long, gorgeous eyelashes, then reached down to give his own cock a couple of strokes. Ryan loved how hard Fabian had gotten while doing this for him.
Ryan felt good. He felt so good that he thought he might actually come. He wasn’t quite at the edge, but he could see it on the horizon. The possibility excited him and he threaded his fingers into Fabian’s wet hair, trying to encourage him without hurting him or forcing him. Or speaking.
Fabian bobbed his head and sucked him hard and fast. He rolled Ryan’s balls in his palm and hummed around his shaft. God, Ryan’s orgasm wasright there. He could do it.
He must have thrust without meaning to because suddenly Fabian was sputtering and coughing. He pulled off and held up a finger. “Sorry. Just give me a second.”
“Jesus, did I hurt you?” Ryan asked. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I—”
“It’s fine. Just wasn’t expecting it.” Fabian laughed. “You areverybig. Not used to that.”
Ryan turned off the water and crouched next to him. The orgasm was definitely a lost cause now. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be! Like I said, I’m fine. Now where were we?”
Ryan put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.” He stood and offered Fabian his hand. Fabian stared at him, confusion clear on his face, then took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled to standing.
They stepped out of the shower and Ryan quickly found a towel for Fabian. As they were drying off, Fabian asked, “Did it feel good? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
“I was. A lot. It was really good.” Ryan looked away. “Too good, maybe. I kinda got carried away.”
“I don’t mind trying again,” Fabian said gently. Ryan truly appreciated the offer, but he couldn’t accept.
“Thanks, but I’m good. Really.”
