The slick, wet bodies came apart for a moment, and then returned to the pumping, sliding motions as if there had been no interruption. The mouths pulled away for a moment, and, as they climaxed together, the white liquid spurting onto their chests and stomachs, Zack breathed into Cloud's mouth, "I love you."
Cloud stared into his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, and breathed, "I…"
Cloud jumped out of bed, hoping, no, knowing, that today was the first day of the rest of his life. He hopped into the shower, thinking of those days when he would take a short shower, or forego one entirely, in that effort, the ultimate effort… But no, not today. Today he was looking good. Today he was not; repeat NOT, using the same teensy dollop of shampoo for his hair and body. Today he was going to use shampoo, conditioner, and fruity-smelling body wash. And by God, he was going to like it!
"FUCK you all, cocksuckers!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. A dog began to bark outside, and his mother called up to him, "What is wrong with you?! I want to drink my coffee in peace, dammit!"
"Sorry, ma!"
Cloud giggled girlishly in the shower, scrubbing the shit out of his hair with the conditioner. He then proceeded to slide his hands down his slight chest and flat stomach, letting the conditioner soak into his hair. He began to massage his already hard cock, back and forth, back and forth, letting the conditioner act as a lubrication to his masturbation. He needed to be relaxed, and if that meant pleasuring himself before going out, well… so be it.
A soft moan escaped his throat, and he bit his lip to prevent any more sound escaping. He closed his eyes, beginning to work his hand faster, harder, imagining another body pressed close to his, pushing him against the wall, so hard almost to be considered rape. Hot, beautiful rape. Cloud giggled at the thought, then gasped as his eyes popped open, semen squirting from the tip of his penis and landing in the bottom of the tub, mixing with the water as it swirled into the drain.
Cloud moaned softly, coaxing the rest of the semen from his throbbing cock, pushing it out with his hand. He giggled again, thinking of beautiful rape, absentmindedly grabbing the soap to wash the cum off his hands and crotch.
As he stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel folded on the toilet, he glanced at the mirror and saw someone else looking back. He gasped, putting his hand to his mouth. It was only when the other person did the same that he realized… It was him.
"Holy shit…"
He ran a hand through his hair, amazed at the pure… Springiness… Of it. He watched as the hair popped back up, reforming perfectly into spikes.
"Wow…" He stood, mesmerized, in front of the mirror.
