The boys were so spent they had barely moved. After Chris's dick slipped out on a dribble of his own cum, he cuddled alongside Olly, his head resting on his best friend's shoulder while one of Olly's casts lay against his back.
Olly ordered Siri to start playing some YouTube and soon they were laughing at fail compilations while Chris slowly cleaned up Olly's cum, one finger lick at a time.
Every time Chris ran his finger through the puddle of his cum, Olly felt his heart rate jump. There was something so alien but so familiar about what they were doing. Hanging out together, even cuddling, wasn't so unusual, and watching YouTube was an everyday thing. The fact that they were naked and Chris's soft cock was resting on his thigh, and every few seconds a little bit more of his cum made its way onto Chris's tongue, all the while Chris's load slid around inside him, was sensory overload, blowing Olly's mind.
As the video ended and their cum and sweat cooled in the stale air, Olly had a thought, "Hey, could you help me with something?"
Chris wrapped his fingers around Olly's soft cock, "Already?"
Olly laughed, "No that. I can't get my casts wet and I think I need a shower."
Chris sat up excitedly, "Of course! What can I do?"
A few minutes later they stood together, still naked, in the bathroom. Chris secured two plastic bags around Olly's arms with tape and then started the shower.
The space was only the size of a bathtub, but in the renovations Olly had helped his dad remove the standard tub to make space for a tiled shower floor. They installed a rainfall shower head and a removable hand shower.
Chris made sure the temperature was right and as the steam rose, the room became cosy. Then Chris stepped in and held his hand out to guide Olly inside with him.
Chris maneuvered Olly under the rainfall with him and they blinked at each other like they had run into each other outside in a light monsoon. The white noise of the water, the warm air, and how close they had to stand to fit under the spray felt like another perfect blend of alien and familiar.
"I, uh..." Chris started to speak but something stopped him.
Olly stepped a few inches closer, letting their bare cocks brush against each other. "What is it?" He asked.
"Should I soap you up?" Chris asked.
Olly had a feeling that wasn't what had been on the tip of Chris's tongue, but he liked the idea of having his friend's hands on his body, so he nodded yes.
Chris took a few pumps of the body wash and they circled around each other so Olly was mostly out of the spray.
Olly raised his useless arms up a bit so Chris could reach all around him and savoured the feeling of Chris's hands wiping the soap across his chest and over his sides, then up and under his armpits, over his shoulders, along his biceps. His soapy slick skin tingled with every touch, and Chris stepped one foot between Olly's to bring them closer as he reached around and soaped up Olly's back, and then lower.
Chris brushed a finger along Olly's ass and Olly gasped.
Their eyes met, their noses almost touching, as Chris's hands continued around Olly's hips, but slower.
"I, uh," Chris started again.
This time Olly said, "It's ok."
Chris smiled, glanced away bashfully, and then back to his friend and said, "Can I kiss you again?"
Olly smiled, his skin getting hotter, and he nodded.
Their lips came together under the gentle rainfall of the shower. Chris wrapped his arms around Olly's slim body, one hand on his back, and one lower down.
Their cocks came to life between them as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. It wasn't their first kiss, but it was their most intentional. This wasn't just desperate, clinging passion. This was something new for both of them. Or a new form of something they already had between them, growing since they had met over a shared interest in video games. This was love.
Olly felt himself being guided by Chris's firm hold towards the heavier water. The spray from above and the sides rinsed his skin clean and as Chris continued to kiss him deeply, he felt Chris run his hands over his skin to check for soap. He seemed in a hurry to wrap up the shower, but he wasn't showing signs of wrapping up their kiss.
With the soap all gone, and their erections pressed against each other, Chris finally pulled back from Olly's lips, but kept their heads in contact, dragging his nose along Olly's and gently bumping their foreheads together as they caught their breath.
"I need you to fuck me," Chris said.
The hunger in his eyes took Olly's breath away and all he could do was nod, yes.
Chris displayed his desperation in how quickly he toweled them off and tore off the plastic bags, and then pulled Olly back to the bed by his upper arm.
They giggled like kids, and kept stopping to kiss, but Chris was on a mission.
He stood Olly at the foot of his bed and crawled across the sheets to grab the lube. With the first pump he slicked his asshole and Olly nearly fainted at the sight of his friend sliding a wet finger inside himself.
Another pump of lube and Chris crawled back to Olly, grasping his cock and slicking him up. Chris looked up at him and Olly raised an eyebrow.
Chris blushed and admitted, "I've been thinking about this for a while."
"I hope I don't disappoint," Olly said.
Chris raised up on his knees to Olly's level and delicately wrapped his hands around Olly's head to pull him in deep for another kiss.
"Not possible," Chris said.
Then Chris lay back, his head on the pillow, and turned himself around so he was face down, legs spread, shining wet hole on display.
"Holy fuck," Olly muttered.
Olly bit his lip and brought his knee up onto the bed between Chris's spread legs. He crouched to place his arms on either side of Chris's body and then lay himself down on top, his dick nestling into the crack of Chris's ass. It wasn't the most elegant movement, but he managed it without hurting himself.
The warmth radiating up from Chris's freshly-showered body was everything Olly had ever wanted to feel when he'd been jerking off alone in his bed. The fact that Chris was so desperate for cock--for his cock--made it all the more enticing.
He was able to slide along Chris's lubed crack, but he wasn't able to aim very well, so Chris reached between them to guide Olly's cock to its target.
Olly gasped as the head slipped inside effortlessly, and then he held himself suspended over Chris, not wanting to hurt him.
Chris looked back at him over one shoulder and smiled, "I can take whatever you can give me, so don't hold back."
With that, Olly's cock throbbed and he started to slide inside. There was little resistance, only a firm and consistent pressure around his entire cock that was a similar texture to the toy, but infinitely better.
He bottomed out and Chris whimpered in ecstasy. Olly's hips pressed against Chris's back, and he lay his stomach down against the curve of his spine. They fit together perfectly.
Chris let his hands roam over Olly's hips and ass, gently pulling Olly to stay deep inside him.
"I wish I could put my arms around you," Olly said.
Chris smiled and looked back at him, their faces almost close enough to kiss again.
"Some day," Chris said, "But right now I just need your cum inside me."
Olly moaned and started to rock himself back and forth, slipping his shaft back until only the head remained inside Chris's tight hole, and then sliding back in.
They were both so desperate there was no need to use extreme force. They flexed against each other and felt every touch of skin. Chris stroked their legs together and ran his fingers over Olly's biceps.
Olly moaned again and asked, "Can you say that again?"
Chris smiled, "I need your cum inside me."
"Fuck." Olly thrust deeper.
"Fuck me," Chris whispered.
"I'm fucking you."
"I've wanted this so bad."
"I'm going to cum so deep in you."
Chris moaned, "Yes! I need your cum inside me."
Their hearts pounded and Olly's cock throbbed.
"I'm so close."
"So am I."
"I'm going to fucking cum."
"Cum inside me!"
Their moaning hit a peak and Olly felt his toes curl and his cock twitch, and deep inside Chris he released his load. He buried his head against Chris's back and tried to press deeper. The hole flexed around him as Chris came against the bedsheets, and Olly's cock twitched again, and the warm cum spread around his shaft as he desperately thrust, releasing every drop he had left to give.
Olly's leg twitched as his orgasm faded and he felt aware of every drop of sweat that connected them.
Chris gave off a soft moan and whispered, "Thank you."
Olly laughed, "No problem."
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