Page 91 of Role Model

Harris hit him with the giraffe. “No! What the hell is wrong with you? And it’s not the first time Mr. Neck-Neck has seen that sort of thing.”

Troy felt an unwarranted pang of jealousy that there had been other men in this bed, but he shoved it down deep. “Mr. Neck-Neck is a pervert.”

“No way, man. He’s just chill and sex positive.”

They both laughed. Troy found it shockingly easy to laugh with Harris.

“We should take a shower,” Harris said.

“Can we both fit?”

“I’m willing to try.” Harris kissed him quickly, then rolled out of the bed. “Fuck, it’s cold. Come on.”

They both managed to fit in the shower, but barely. It was okay because Troy didn’t feel like being more than an inch apart from Harris anyway. They kissed for a long time, wasting water, as their erections bumped together.

Eventually they got down to the business of getting clean. Harris handed him a bottle of shampoo, and Troy laughed when he read the bottle.

“What?” Harris asked.

“It’s apple scented.”

“Is it?”

“Yes! Oh my god. I thought I was losing my mind. I kept smelling apples whenever you were close and I told myself I was imagining it. Jesus.”

Harris grinned. “I think my laundry detergent might be green apple scent too.”

Troy poured some shampoo on his palm and began working it into Harris’s hair. “Unbelievable.”

Harris gave a happy sigh and seemed to quietly enjoy Troy massaging his scalp for a few seconds, and then said, “Did you think I just naturally smelled like apples? Because that’s adorable.”

“No! I thought it was, like, psychosomatic. Or whatever.”

“You wanted me to smell like apples?”

“We can drop this, y’know.”

“Are you turned on by the smell of apples, Troy?”

“I didn’t used to be.” He took a step back from Harris. “Rinse.”

Harris tilted his head back under the spray. “Did I give you an apple fetish?”

“Maybe.” Troy dropped to his knees and kissed the head of Harris’s bobbing cock.

“Oh shit,” Harris said, opening his eyes in surprise. “I was kidding.”

“Yeah, well, I want you to shut up about apples.” Troy took him into his mouth and palmed both of his ass cheeks, squeezing them as he worked his cock. Harris stopped talking about apples or anything else for a few minutes.

“You are,” Harris panted, “so good at this.” He stroked Troy’s wet hair, watching everything he did. Troy pulled back a bit so he could give the head more attention.

“Ah, fuck,” Harris gasped. “I’m super close.”

Troy didn’t stop. He wanted everything he could have from this man.

Harris came within seconds; his cries sounded even louder than usual in the confines of the small shower. Troy swallowed his release, moaning at the thrill of getting a man off with his mouth.

“Get up here,” Harris said huskily. “Kiss me. Wanna touch you.”

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