In last week's installment of In Pieces, Ryan and Ben found themselves with some alone time before they plan to meet the others to do some shopping. They decide to take a shower. Let the fun begin! See how they're doing in this week's chapter! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
In Pieces #63 (15.4)
Ryan repeated his ministrations with the matching conditioner, then carefully guided Ben’s head beneath the spray to rinse everything off. Beside the hair care products, Ryan noticed a small bottle of body wash. He popped the cap and sniffed. Seemed pleasant enough. He poured some onto one palm, then replaced the bottle on the shelf and rubbed his hands together to spread the gel.
“That for me?” Ben asked, his eyes fixed on Ryan.
“Absolutely,” Ryan replied. “Nothing but the best for you. Step toward me just a little.” He didn’t want the water to run over Ben’s shoulders before he was ready to rinse. He began to skim his hands across Ben’s chest, loving the feel of Ben’s wet skin beneath his palms. He soaped up every inch he could reach while standing, then dropped to his knees with a fresh squeeze of body wash and ran his hands up and down Ben’s smooth legs.
“That feels nice,” Ben said.
“You feel nice.” Ryan let his hands linger on Ben’s balls, squeezing gently. On impulse, he sucked the tip of Ben’s cock into his mouth, feeling it harden beneath his touch. Ben moved closer, his fingers finding purchase in Ryan’s hair. Ryan moved his mouth farther down Ben’s shaft, consuming him whole. He increased the pressure of his sucking, humming into Ben’s wet flesh, knowing it would produce sensual vibrations. At that, Ben began to thrust harder into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan could hear the erotic noises coming from Ben, even over the sound of the streaming water. Ben’s grip in Ryan’s hair tightened even more as his body tensed, just before he exploded in Ryan’s mouth in strong bursts of fluid. Ryan continued sucking as he swallowed, never letting up until he’d milked every last drop that he could.
Ryan released Ben’s cock finally. He leaned his forehead against Ben’s abdomen, catching his breath. He looked up when Ben tugged gently at his hair.
“You’re so good to me,” Ben said. “I don’t deserve your goodness.”
“It’s cause I love you.” Ryan kissed the inside of Ben’s thigh. “And you do. Turn into the spray and rinse off. There’s more I want to do to you, but not here.”
Ben didn’t argue, but the tremor that ran through his body told Ryan he was as excited at the idea as Ryan was. As water streamed down Ben’s front, Ryan busied himself with another portion of Ben’s anatomy. Peppering Ben’s cheeks with kisses, he gently pulled the globes apart and ran his tongue across Ben’s hole. Ben shivered again.
“Oh God, Ryan,” he moaned.
Ryan slid one wet finger inside of Ben even as he continued to tongue him. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of being with Ben, not if he lived to be a hundred. Ben was all he wanted or needed in his life, and nothing would change that. “Want another finger?” he asked.
Ryan readily complied, pushing both fingers toward a certain spot inside of Ben. He knew he’d reached it when Ben cried out wordlessly. Twisting his fingers, he hit the spot again and again. Ben’s body vibrated at Ryan’s touch, pushing back into it almost frantically.
“Ryan…. Oh my god…. Need you,” Ben gasped out. “In me…. Please.”
Ryan had intended to take Ben back to the bedroom so they would have the benefit and comfort of the bed, but Ben’s voice and his own need were too strong to deny. He clutched Ben’s hips as he rose to his feet, taking his own aching dick in his hand as he guided it inside of Ben.
“Yesssssss!” Ben cried out.
Ryan maneuvered Ben and himself until they weren’t directly under the water, Ben’s hands flat against the shower wall as Ryan thrust inside of him, over and over. This felt too good to stop. They’d have time for more lovemaking later, but they were both too caught up in this to postpone consummation by even a few seconds.
Ryan slid his hands onto Ben’s front, over his hard nipples, pinching them. Harder and harder he plunged, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. Ben’s continued thrusts, the sound of his voice, the feel of him… all combined to send Ryan over the edge. His cock spasmed as he came inside of Ben, holding him tightly against him as he shot his load.
Nothing was spoken between them as they stood together in wet contentment. When Ryan felt Ben shiver, he realized they should probably dry off and get warm. Luckily, the water was still warm, which facilitated rinsing. Once out of the shower, they grabbed two hotel towels and rubbed each other dry in the bedroom.
“I’m sorry now we said we’d go out,” Ben said. They lay together on the bed, relaxed and at ease, not having bothered to dress. Yet. “But, on the other hand, I would like to see you in a swim suit.”
Ryan felt himself blush. “Nothing special to look at,” he began but Ben kissed his protests away.
“Hush you. You’re special, just the way you are. Besides, it’s good exercise. I’ve been letting myself go lately.”
Ryan eyed Ben’s lean body skeptically. “This is letting yourself go?”
“You’re in great shape,” Ryan continued. “If anything, you could stand a little more meat on your bones.”
Ben’s eyebrows arched. “Now you sound like a Jewish grandmother.”
“Wait till you taste my chicken soup,” Ryan teased and they both laughed. Ryan tenderly stroked Ben’s cheek. “But you’re right. I know I don’t get enough exercise. And swimming with you will be fun. But no Speedos, okay?”
to be continued
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