stand under the stream of water and lets it wash down over his face. He's already half-hard again, and Jeff is happy about his decision to hold off on his own orgasm. Although he's not sure how much longer he'll be able to last if Evan keeps watching him like that.
He feels stupidly self-conscious as he pulls off the shirt that Evan had unbuttoned in the living room, and then undoes his belt and pants and lets them drop. Underwear still to go, and Jeff feels like a dolt. He's got nothing to be ashamed of, he knows— he's kept himself fit, and he's never gotten any complaints about his cock. He just feels like a stripper, with Evan watching him so intently. Still, he wants to be naked around this guy at some point, so he might as well get it over with, and so he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and eases them over his erection before dropping them to the floor. He's trying for a nonchalance that he definitely doesn't feel, and he forces himself to take his time as he crosses the floor and steps carefully into the tub.
Evan's hands come up to grip and steady him, and Jeff doesn't really need the support but he appreciates the contact, anyway. But then he remembers that he's supposed to be in charge, and he gently runs his hands up over Evan's chest before easing him backwards until he's leaning against the wall. They just stay like that for a bit, Jeff pressed up against Evan, kissing and exploring, and Jeff's glad that he spent the extra money for hot water on demand, because he's going to want to stay like this for quite a while.
Evan's fully hard again by the time Jeff picks up the soap and
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washcloth and makes a good lather, and then starts running it all over Evan's body. He hits all the important spots, but towards the end he definitely focuses on Evan's ass, and the kid notices. "Should I turn around?" he whispers, and Jeff nods.
"Yeah, I think so."
Evan turns, bracing his hands on the wall and reaching his ass out, and it's obvious what he's expecting, but Jeff's not quite there yet. Instead, he drops to his knees and uses his hands to gently part Evan's ass cheeks before bringing his head forward, stretching his tongue out to touch Evan's puckered hole. Evan jerks in surprise, obviously having expected something else, and Jeff pauses for the kid to regain his balance before he returns to his ministrations. He sucks, licks, even nips a little, and Evan responds beautifully, writhing and moaning as if it's the best thing he's ever felt. Jeff has to push down firmly on his own cock to keep from wasting his orgasm before he even makes it inside.
Once he's got himself back under control, Jeff finds the lube and adds his fingers to the mix, stretching Evan out, but also stealing forward to cup his balls, stroke his cock, anything to get the kid ready to come, because Jeff is pretty sure that he's not going to last long enough to fuck the kid to orgasm without a serious head start.
Evan's gasps become increasingly desperate, and when Jeff thinks the kid is just about on the edge, he reaches back for the condom, rolls it on himself and gives one last, deep kiss to Evan's ass. Evan's hips start rocking as soon as Jeff's face is out of the danger zone, and once Jeff lines himself up, Evan's pushing back, trying to get things moving. Trying to take charge, Jeff decides, and he pulls back enough to have room for a single slap to Evan's ass. It isn't anything near full strength, probably didn't even sting, let alone hurt, but it gets the message across and Evan's hips still. He turns to look over his shoulder at Jeff, and he doesn't look hurt, just a bit surprised. "Okay, yeah, you're driving. Sorry. Any chance you
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could drive a little faster?"
Jeff locks his eyes with Evan's and reaches up one hand to tangle the kid's hair in order to keep him from turning away, and then he pushes in, hard and fast and deep, bottoms out and keeps