As soon as Brian and Justin arrived at Justin’s apartment, Brian asked, “Would you mind if I took a shower? I’m a little sweaty from Babylon.”

Justin was actually a little excited by the prospect of a naked Brian in his apartment. But he tried to keep his voice light as he said, “No, go ahead.”

Justin figured that he would unpack the food while Brian was in the shower. However, a couple minutes after Brian had headed to the bathroom, Justin realized that he’d forgotten to give Brian a towel. He grabbed one from the linen closet and headed to the bathroom. He was just going to reach into the bathroom and put the towel on the counter, but then he caught sight of Brian naked (in the mirror; he had a see through shower curtain). Justin knew it was wrong to stare, but he couldn’t look away. Brian had his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Rivulets of water flowed down his bronze sculpted chest, down to his (Justin guessed) 9-inch cock. It was half-erect. Justin unconsciously licked his lips. He did look away then (well down at his feet). He was suddenly flushed and his breathing, shallow. The second he lowered his head, Brian opened his eyes. He caught the movement in the mirror in his peripheral vision. Realizing that Justin was watching, Brian decided to put on a show. He couldn’t help himself. Deep down, maybe not so deep down, he wanted Justin to want him, wanted Justin to desire him above all others. He kept his eyes forward. He didn’t want Justin to know he was aware of his presence (then surely, Justin would rush off in embarrassment). He grabbed the soap, lathered up his hands, and slid them over his cock. That’s when curiosity got the better of Justin, and he raised his head once more. He was so surprised by what he saw that he dropped the towel, which hadn’t quite made its way into the bathroom yet.    

Brian started stroking his cock, with both hands, but then sent one down to his balls. When he was so hard that his dick ached, he grabbed the soap, relathered, and slid his hands over his chest, over his nipples, pinching them gently, and then down his abdomen. Justin’s cock was hard now, too. It throbbed and ached. God he wanted to be the one touching Brian’s beautiful body.

Suddenly Brian turned around and called out, “Hey Justin! Could you come here?”

Justin picked the towel up quickly and after a few seconds, entered the bathroom. He set the towel on the sink, and asked, “What is it, Brian?”

Brian turned a little, so Justin could get another look at his cock, still hard, and then turned away again (he smiled; Justin was bright red now). Brian reached through the curtain with the soap and inquired, “Could you soap up my back?”

Justin was close to panic. “What?”

Brian asked again, as nonchalantly as he could, “Could you soap up my back? I really don’t want to get backne.” He fake shuddered.

Justin bit his lip, but then replied nervously, “Um…okay.”

Justin took the soap and thrust his hand (with the soap) into the shower to wet it. He lathered up his hands and set the soap on the tub’s edge. Finally, he placed his slightly shaky hands on Brian’s back, near his shoulders, and started rubbing. As he washed, he traced every contour, every muscle with his fingers. Brian shivered. He let his head fall. Justin’s touch was so gentle, yet firm, and his hands, his fingers, were everywhere. On his shoulders, on his upper arms, on his back, and on his lower back, just shy of his ass. Brian suddenly wondered how Justin’s hands would feel stroking his cock. Would they be as gentle? As firm? As thorough? Justin had been washing Brian’s back for several minutes when he realized he’d passed all bounds of decorum. He immediately pulled his hands away.

“All done” he said with a shaky voice.

Brian turned around. “Thanks.” He smiled when he saw Justin’s eyes, trained on his cock, widen slightly. Justin swallowed hard and then turned around. “Umm…I brought you a towel.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Sure.”

Justin departed. Once Justin closed the door, Brian finished jerking off. He had to bite his lip so hard he drew blood to keep from moaning loudly when he came.

A few minutes later, Brian emerged wearing only jeans. Justin looked at Brian, at his still damp chest and Brian’s waist (the top button of his jeans was undone), and sighed. Tonight was going to be a long night.

After they ate, they started watching an old Marlon Brando movie they’d found while flipping through the channels. Justin fell asleep halfway through, his head resting on Brian’s lap. Brian watched the rest of the movie alone, periodically running his fingers through Justin’s hair.

When it was over, Brian gingerly moved Justin’s head from his lap onto the couch. Then he lifted Justin into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. He laid Justin on his king-sized bed and carefully removed his shirt and pants. He couldn’t resist sliding a hand down the curve of Justin’s neck, down his chest, and over his belly. Brian didn’t flinch or grimace. All he could think was that Justin was still beautiful. That he still wanted to fuck the blond, and, though he would deny this to anyone who asked, badly. Brian smiled wickedly and ran a finger over Justin’s cock, through the fabric of his underwear. Justin moaned softly, and his cock jumped.    

Brian decided that it was too late to drive home…that he’d just stay there. So after slipping Justin under the blanket, he climbed into the bed and joined him under it (the blanket; he’d wisely kept his jeans on). A few minutes later, Justin rolled over into Brian’s arms. Then he started (like he was surprised) and opened his eyes. He looked directly at Brian, into his eyes, and breathed, “Brian.” Then he grabbed Brian by the face with both hands, pulled the man roughly to him, and thrust his tongue into Brian’s mouth, kissing him deeply. Brian slid his hands to Justin’s ass and pulled him closer even as he kissed him back. Justin’s soft lips, the way he smelled and tasted, the passion with which he kissed Brian…all these things drove Brian wild and scared the shit out of him. Then Justin broke their kiss and nestled himself snugly in Brian’s arms. It was as if he’d been asleep the whole time. Brian, breathless, chest heaving, and flushed, just stared up at the ceiling. He would need to put distance between them. He didn’t like the way that kiss had made him feel. He had liked the way it had made him feel physically (of course), but not the rest. Justin moaned softly and snuggled closer. Brian swallowed hard and held him tighter. Tomorrow.  Brian would start putting distance between them tomorrow.

TBC…