Getaway

Chapter 3

Standing up, Shuuhei smiled and kissed Kisuke, nearly chaste. He glanced over at the mirrored door leading into what he assumed was the bathroom. "On to the wet and slippery part of the program?" Shuuhei quipped, hands roaming on their own accord over Kisuke's skin: sinuous muscles, sharp lines of bones, soft hair and warmth.

"Mmhm," Kisuke hummed. "Onward..." It took a visible effort to start moving toward the bathroom. "Right...it'll be nice to finish getting this goop out of my hair."

"And it'll be a pleasure watching you do it," Shuuhei said playfully, following and enjoying the view as Kisuke flicked on the light in the bathroom.

The lights revealed a long counter with two floating sinks below a mirror framed in brushed nickel. A large, deep, jetted tub took up one corner, the tile around it smaller versions of the gray-fleck covering the floor. The glass shower with multiple heads on different levels and a tiled bench stood opposite the tub, taking up the other corner and most of a wall. Between the counter and the tub were two narrow doors: closet and toilet, Shuuhei assumed, and over-sized gray towels hung from two racks near the shower door.

"Nice," Shuuhei said, cramming surprise and understatement into the single word.

"Just wait until you hear the sound system, and I love what the on-demand water heater can do..." Kisuke slid open the door to the shower enclosure and punched a button. Steaming hot water shot from ceiling and the walls and fell on Kisuke's upturned face and form.

Shuuhei grunted, sound suspiciously close to a whimper, as he watched for two heartbeats before stepping in to join Kisuke. His cock took that moment to remind Shuuhei that it'd been a long evening, and he swallowed as he moved to stand behind Kisuke, giving him room to rake water through his hair. Shuuhei's hands came up to rest on Kisuke's hips, and he sighed at the streams coming at him from the different angles.

Kisuke glanced back at Shuuhei with a grin. When his eye wandered lower, one eyebrow rose, but Kisuke turned his face back toward the water and ran determined fingers through his sticky hair. Clearing his face, he found the bottles of shampoos, rinses, and body washes. Picking one, he squirted a generous handful into his palm and scrubbed the soap through his thick, blond hair.

Shuuhei chuckled and reached to cover one of Kisuke's hands. "Here," Shuuhei said, both arms coming up to let Shuuhei dig fingers into Kisuke's scalp.

"Mm..." Kisuke half-moaned. "Oh, that is nice..." He moved back half a step, soap-slick ass bumping up against Shuuehei's body, pulling a small, unbidden noise from Shuuhei's throat. Kisuke chuckled and reached to hold onto Shuuhei's hips for support.

"Yeah, it is," Shuuhei answered while he worked his fingers in massaging circles, letting blunt nails scratch as he moved down to Kisuke's nape. The shampoo smelled like cherry blossoms -- definitely Byakuya's house -- and Kisuke's skin under his fingers and the hands on his hips made Shuuhei bite the inside of his cheek.

Kisuke's eyes closed, body relaxed and pliant under Shuuhei's hands, and Shuuhei took his time; both because he enjoyed it and because he knew Kisuke really did want the crap out of his hair. Eventually, his hands slid down to Kisuke's neck and shoulders, both slippery with suds, and Shuuhei pressed his thumbs into hard muscles.

"Oh, ow...wow...that..." Kisuke stretched under Shuuhei's touch, and he groaned. "That...oh, Lord, I need that..."

Licking his lips as he refrained from shoving Kisuke against the wall, Shuuhei gently maneuvered Kisuke under one of the shower heads, and when the soap began to sluice over Kisuke's back, Shuuhei spread his fingers and slowly massaged from spine out with his thumbs. He frowned, feeling the tension, and bit his lip when he felt the muscles give by the tiniest fraction on the second pass.

Blind still with the water and soap over his eyes, one of Kisuke's hands let go of Shuuhei to reach in front of him, feeling for a support he couldn't find. Then he turned his face up again, and wiped the soap and water clear, pushing the water through his hair and sending a cascade of soap suds down his back. Kisuke flexed and sighed under Shuuhei's touch. "That does feel very good."

"Glad to hear it," Shuuhei answered, voice low and husky. He waited until the water flowing down Kisuke's back was clear of soap. "Here..." He walked them both closer to the shower wall, thumbs sliding in and beginning to work down Kisuke's spine. He bent forward and pressed his lips against the wet skin of Kisuke's neck, sighing through his nose.

Kisuke leaned against the wall, hands spread against cool tiles, body rolling with Shuuhei's touches. "Thank you," he said softly. "If you...I...I'm clean. Tested two months ago for my annual checkup, and nothing since, really. And I did promise..."

Shuuhei rested his face against Kisuke's neck, breath coming harder, and his hands slid down to rub into Kisuke's lower back, kneading. "Six months ago for me -- the doctor. And nothing since then..."

"Oh my," Kisuke said softly and chuckled. "Well, I'd love to feel your cock up my ass, Shuuhei, if you feel so inclined. After your lovely work in the car, and a little recovery time, I'm happy to provide."

"Definitely…inclined," Shuuhei rumbled, hands sliding around to press over Kisuke's hip bones as he ground himself against the ass that'd been teasing him for what felt like forever.

Kisuke bucked back against him with a slow moan, and then turned within Shuuhei's grasp. "If I may..." Kisuke slid down, hands firm against Shuuhei's back, ass, and legs as he went down on his knees, rubbing against Shuuhei's hard-on as he went. With a startled grunt that faded into a series of breathy pants, Shuuhei's palms came forward to smack the shower wall, head down to watch as Kisuke's eyes went wide at the sight of Shuuhei's full cock, the glint of metal on the head. Kisuke's mouth opened and he stroked his fingers down the length, falling water making everything warm and slick.

Shuuhei muffled a sound at the attention, and Kisuke's hand slid halfway up Shuuhei's shaft, even as he took the tip into his mouth. Lips wrapped about Shuuhei, and Kisuke's tongue explored Shuuhei's Prince Albert piercing. The hot, wet muscle slid along the slit and then down to move the metal gently through the head of Shuuhei's cock.

Shuuhei hissed and then cried out a sharp -- "Ah!" -- as his body curled in toward the pleasure. With a tilt of his head, Kisuke took Shuuhei to the back of his mouth, bumping against tongue and throat as his fingers stroked.

"Shit...Kis-Kisuke..." Shuuhei panted. His hands fisted against the wall, and he sighed as tension left his body and his hips moved in the rhythm Kisuke made.

Kisuke sucked more solidly, cheeks hollowing, but his fingers closed around Shuuhei's cock, and both lips and fingers moved more slowly than before. Shuuhei moaned a sigh and felt two strokes, and then three, before Kisuke's tongue wrapped about Shuuhei's head again. Kisuke licked along the rim and pushed at the warm metal one more time before he came off, fingers loosening to brush Shuuhei's balls as he panted on his knees. "I...I'd love...to do more of that...another time..."

"Y-yeah," Shuuhei wholeheartedly agreed, pushing off the wall and reaching for Kisuke. "Makes two of us." He grinned and helped Kisuke to his feet, kissing him with fever and sweeping tongue. Mouth opening, Kisuke kissed back, tongue dueling with Shuuhei's as he moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping about Shuuhei.

Finally breaking away, Kisuke panted, "There's probably body oil in the caddy there..."

Shuuhei's answer was a rumbling growl and his mouth covered Kisuke's again while his eyes rolled, and he grabbed the appropriate bottle. More cherry blossom. Of course.

Tongue sliding against Kisuke's, Shuuhei groaned as he uncapped the bottle and poured oil over his fingers. Dodging the water, Shuuhei immediately moved his hand down between Kisuke's legs -- shifting, bypassing, working towards goal -- as he held Kisuke with one steel-like arm and a hungry mouth. When fingertips met entrance, he slicked the length of his finger over it and teased the rim before pressing inside with slow glide that pulsed in, out, and back in.

"Nnnghaaa..." The cry broke their kiss even as Kisuke curled forward, mouth opening. His forehead landed gently on Shuuhei's shoulder, his legs spreading as water sluiced over his skin and body. His hips rode Shuuhei's invasion as Kisuke gave a low moan and a mumbled, "Oh, lords...of sky and hill...Nnn..."

Shuuhei's eyes widened before he smiled and bent to kiss, suck, and bite along Kisuke's throat, dragging moans from Kisuke with his teeth. A second finger joined the first and pushed deep, making the blond shudder and buck. Shuuhei's cock was hard to aching, listening to Kisuke's eloquent words and not-so eloquent moans. Kisuke swallowed only to groan at the pressure of Shuuhei's mouth.

"Oh...oh...yes," Kisuke whispered.

Shuuhei grunted against Kisuke's skin and slid his tongue and mouth over the pulse pounding at Kisuke's neck. He slid his arm from around Kisuke to press the blond against the shower wall, making sure Kisuke's balance was steady before he reached to clutch and lift a lean-muscled thigh.

Grip biting into the flesh of Kisuke's leg, Shuuhei's other fingers slid deeper within Kisuke's body and crooked, pads brushing prostate while Shuuhei's teeth scraped. The shout that greeted Shuuhei's move was part surprise, part pleasure and loud enough to echo against the tile. Kisuke's hands grabbed Shuuhei and his leg buckled, though he went no where with Shuuhei's weight against him, before he steadied himself again.

"Fuck," Shuuhei cursed softly, voice thick with need, and he stroked against Kisuke's insides once more before he couldn't stand it any longer.

Withdrawing fingers to a soft sound of need and protest, and stepping back, Shuuhei let go of Kisuke's leg to pull the blond with him, kissing neck, shoulder, and then arm as he turned the dazed man and directed Kisuke toward the tiled bench. His fingers wrapped and gently pulled at wet blond strands, and Kisuke's head moved to the light tugs. Shuuhei licked and suckled at Kisuke's ear to the writhing of the body against his, and his cock slid against Kisuke's back and between wet cheeks.

"Hands on the bench, Kisuke," Shuuhei murmured, loosening his hold so Kisuke could move.

It took Kisuke three breaths before he could: soft pants and one needy moan. He stepped forward and then bent, hands down on the bench, gripping the edge of it. Kisuke spread his legs and went on tip toe, back arching to present his ass, as the warm water flowed over pale skin and golden hair. Shuuhei leaned to kiss Kisuke's lower back, let the water slide down his face and force him to close his eyes. He reached for the bottle of oil and got it open, into palm, and on his cock, lips brushing and directing the flow of water over Kisuke's skin.

"So..." Shuuhei bit his lip on words, the heat in his veins making them harder than usual. His hand steadied Kisuke's hip as he stood and lined himself up, body shifting to block the water.

"Gorgeous," Shuuhei whispered, word nearly lost beneath the sound of the spray. He rocked his hips forward, and his teeth clenched.

"Oh! Nnnggghhh, ahh!" Kisuke's upper body writhed, fingers clutching at the tile until his knuckles were white, but, when his body gave, he growled low and groaned as Shuuhei slid in deep.

"Kisuke," Shuuhei moaned, drawing out the syllables before he withdrew and started to move, pace steady. He shuddered hard as his piercing slid with the drag and push, sparking enough current down his spine and in his groin to make him worry at his proximity to water.

With each stroke, Kisuke groaned and moved to deepen the impalement. As Shuuhei pushed deeper, Kisuke's hips jerked and his legs trembled, muscles tight since he was on his toes to accommodate Shuuhei's height.

Shuuhei's head went back, breathing going fast and erratic, brow furrowed in concentration. He shifted his weight, bent his knees and brought Kisuke back harder into the cradle of his pelvis, angling up. He coughed a cry when he circled his hips, rock-grinding against the heat of Kisuke's insides.

"Oh...g...gods, yes!" Kisuke cried out, going down on his forearms, his head on his wrists, legs coming down off tiptoes and leaning back into Shuuhei's thrusts. "F... fuck me..."

Shuuhei bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, and his fingers held onto Kisuke's body in a tight brace that moved and controlled. Each deep, long thrust was accompanied by a pivot-grind of Shuuhei's hips, a slap of skin, and an inarticulate sound of pleasure. Shuuhei gasped when he felt dizzy with the heat from the shower and the need pulling and gnawing in his gut. Kisuke rolled and moaned, begged and shook, and reached between his legs to stroke his own hard-on, but the next thrust made his hands go back to the bench with a wet slap, and he chocked off another cry.

Shuuhei snarled a curse and shifted to lay over Kisuke's back, knees bending to make bodies and angles work. He kept the depth and his breath stuttered hard as he bit into Kisuke's skin and reached a hand down to stroke Kisuke.

"Aaaaahhh!" Kisuke screamed as he bucked, trapped in the cross-fire of sensation caused by bite, hand, thrust, and the weight of Shuuhei's body. His hips pushed his firming cock into Shuuhei's hold, and Shuuhei's control shredded. Breathing becoming soft, breathy cries and other noises he trapped behind his lips, Shuuhei wrapped an arm around Kisuke's chest, clutching his shoulder, grinding and pushing with a rhythm that annihilated thought and sanity.

"I can't, oh...oh fuck..." Shuuhei's hips thrust hard into Kisuke's heat, tight around his cock, and his hand bruised Kisuke's shoulder with its grip. He sucked in air and made a helpless noise as he came, thrusts hard and erratic. Kisuke bucked back against Shuuhei, whimpering and jerking with each push into his body. His cock flagged in Shuuhei's hand, going gradually softer as his body trembled. Kisuke locked his knees to keep them both from tumbling to the tile.

Shuuhei tried to remember how to breathe, followed by a quick lesson on how to swallow on a dry throat, and he soothed his palms over Kisuke's skin as he carefully withdrew. He planted a hand down on the bench next to Kisuke's and one arm held the blond about the waist, Shuuhei's forehead on his shoulder blade.

Arching up into the touch, Kisuke's hand moved to cover Shuuhei's. His panting slowed and he bent his knees, only to have them buckle, pulling a low cry from him as he went down on the tile. Shuuhei scrambled to ease Kisuke's descent and slow the fall so Kisuke didn't hit hard.

"Oh..." Kisuke murmured. "Oh, gods. That was..." He gave a soft groan.

Shuuhei let go of Kisuke to sit hard on the floor of the shower, leaning back against the bench. "Yeah," he breathed, hand coming to rest on Kisuke's thigh. "It was."

Kisuke turned his head to grin at Shuuhei. Shakily, he shifted around to rest against his shoulder. Kisuke sighed and settled, and Shuuhei closed his eyes for a moment or two in the steam.

Licking his lips, Shuuhei shifted slowly so as not to dislodge Kisuke, and, sitting sideways, he pulled Kisuke flush against his chest, one leg bent and the other going over Kisuke's. He held the blond in a snug embrace, liking it probably too much, but Shuuhei's mind was blissfully empty save for how good Kisuke felt.

Kisuke sighed, one hand creeping up the arm Shuuhei had in front of him, his fingers closing about the bicep. The water hissed, the men breathed in sync, and after another restful moment, Kisuke murmured, "I'm going to probably wrinkle before I wake up if I fall asleep here...but I have nearly no intention of moving."

"You could pull off the prune look," Shuuhei mumbled, smiling. "Hell, we'd both make it look pretty good."

"I could, indeed, in my advanced age." Kisuke said with dignity only slightly marred by the blond hair plastered to his head and face by the falling water. "But I have a feeling my joints would protest the treatment." After a long pause, Kisuke continued whimsically, "Besides, you could hold me in bed as well and, in the long term, far more comfortably, especially since it's..." He squinted at a clock set in the shower controls. "Past 2 a.m."

"You and your logic," Shuuhei muttered, but he wrapped strong arms around Kisuke and helped him to his feet, taking almost all the blond's weight. He held them both upright under the spray, as Kisuke cleaned himself, and then shut off the water. Arm about Kisuke and working hard to make sure neither of them slipped, as Shuuhei's knees felt more than a little shaky, he slid back the door and stepped them both out onto the rug, reaching for the towels.

Leaning into the help, Kisuke chuckled, and they dried off. He limped into the bedroom, much to Shuuhei's chagrin and amusement, and came back with the RiteAid bag. They companionably brushed their teeth and then Shuuhei followed as Kisuke made his way to the big four-poster bed.

Throwing back the covers, Kisuke crawled in, and Shuuhei climbed after him, tossing aside pillows until he found two to shove under his head. With a contented sound, Shuuhei pulled Kisuke close, and the blond snuggled up against Shuuhei who hugged him and dropped a kiss to his damp hair.

"Good night, Shuuhei," Kisuke murmured.

"You need anything wake me up," Shuuhei mumbled out of habit; it was something he always said to bedmates. His eyes shut and he sank into the mattress, exhaustion dragging him down beneath the deeper currents.

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