Page 67 of Puck Shots
We practically jog the rest of the way back and up the stairs to my room. With Eli sharing his with a few guys, the chances ofsome privacy are higher with only Luka to contend with, except when we get there, the door is closed and there is a shoe hanging from the handle.
“A shoe, really?” Eli asks.
“Well, fuck. It looks like my room is off-limits for the foreseeable future. Shoe means he doesn’t plan on coming out for hours.”
“And I saw Magnus and Pete on our way up here headed to our room; they’ll be playing video games until late for sure.”
“I think I need a shower,” I say, and he chuckles.
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but you really kind of do.”
He shoves my side. I was thinking we could find some alone time there, but it looks like I’ll be washing first.”
“I can help with that.”
“Ohh, I like the way your brain thinks. Come on, grab us some clothes from your room. I’ll get some towels and meet you there in a few. The last stall at the end is the biggest.”
“I’m going to try not to think about how you know that,” he replies, kissing me on the cheek and heading for his room.
It doesn’t matter how I know that, none of that matters. The only guy I have on my mind is Eli.
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Eli
Thankfully, the main bathroom is empty when we get in there. Cosmo has my shirt over my head before we’ve even made it to the far shower stall. This bathroom hasn’t had an upgrade in years, but like the old saying goes, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it. The room is longer than it is wide, and immediately on your left when you walk through the doors are three urinals, on the right along one of the long walls is a quadruple sink with original brass taps and on the opposite long wall, a row of six shower stalls with ankle to ceiling doors. Perfect privacy for what we plan to do, even if the acoustics in here will mean we have to be extra quiet.
Through the door of the shower stall, I wriggle free from his grasp and he presses up against my back, bringing his thick warm arms around me.
“Hmm, you smell so good,” he murmurs into my neck as he kisses his way along my shoulder.
“Shh, someone will hear us,” I whisper.
“Then you better fill my mouth with something quick.”
My cock throbs at his suggestion, and I kick off my shoes and strip off my pants as he does the same. The stalls are deep, with two sections, the first has a small bench seat just inside the door to put your dry clothes and towel on while you shower in the far section. Not at all like what I expected when I thought about the shared bathroom situations in college. I think I was a little naive going in, like I expected some prison-like shower room with open showers and everyone butt-naked together all soapy and shit. It might have been a fantasy driven assumption. Not that I’d be perving on all the guys in the shower, that would just be gross. But I’d had my fair share of wet dreams being alone in the showers with a guy, being railed up against a cold tile wall as the room fills with steam.
Since meeting Cosmo though, all my fantasies have been starring him, and I’m loving making things I’ve only ever imagined in my mind, a reality with him.
“So temperature choices are, dragon fire or cozy blanket. What are you up for?” Cosmo asks, dropping a bottle to the ground and coating a loofah in another bottle he props on the small shower shelf.
I chuckle.
“In between, you can have your dragon fire wash down after I am done with you.”
I watch eagerly as he turns on the water and steps under its stream, flowing over his muscled back and perfect round ass makes me ache for him.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say, and he turns, cock hard, soap dripping down his glistening chest.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch?”
I shrug. “The view’s pretty good from here.”
He scrubs the soapy loofah over his chest and down his abs, circling his cock and balls, gripping himself in his free handand giving himself a slow stroke. I have zero patience and close the gap between us, the warm water washing over me nothing compared to the heat coming off his skin as it’s pressed against mine.
His hands sweep around to my lower back as his mouth meets mine in a hungry kiss. The mix of his woody cologne mixed with the strawberry and vanilla bodywash fills my nose, and my cock thickens.
My hands are everywhere, sliding over his wet skin, palms gripping his tight ass, pulling him harder against me, our cocks wedged between us. His mouth moves down my jaw, sucking my neck as he makes his way down my chest to kneel in front of me, water cascading over his face, and I know that no fantasy could ever match this reality.
