"Let's go take a shower", Derek says in an excited but none the less seductive voice.

"Alright", Spencer says slightly winded but up for some fun.

They helped each other to the prince-like baby blue bathroom. The water was left to run until it filled the room was an eerie romantic feel. They had already taken care of all those pesky clothes so they just jumped in and savored the heat. Well, Derek was savoring the heat while Spencer was trying the get all the liquids out of himself.

The other man couldn't help but watch with interest as he watched the tall pale man hunch other and try to vacate his inner sanctum of the sticky substance he had worked so hard to put into him. He noticed that his hair was soaked but the curls at the end of his hairs were still evident and had little dew drops on them. While he was preoccupied with the curls the younger had time to finish what he was doing.

Spencer looked up and caught Derek staring at him.

"What?", he says with a sheepish smile.

"Nothing, you just looked kinda cute." If the steam hadn't already made Spencer pink you could have told that he was blushing. They just looked at each other for a few moments before Derek reached around his love and grabbed a bar of soap. He proceeded to wash the thinner man's chest, slightly nibbling his neck and shoulders.

The other grabbed his dark hips with an almost un-human grip trying to draw his attention elsewhere. It didn't work. The bigger man continued to worship the pale man's body, planting little kisses, a nibble here a nibble there, all the while soaping him up.

Spencer lifted Derek's face to his own and they shared a kiss that would put any other to shame. Filled with such want, need, lust and respect all mixed together like the tongues of these two men. They were so immersed in what they were doing that Spencer accidentally let the soap slip from his slightly quivering grip.

Without thinking he bent down to reach for it and ended up pointing his butt right at Derek, who isn't one to waste, and who proceeded to take advantage of the situation. He grabbed the thin hips and thrust so forcefully that not a sound was uttered. Only the load smack of skin to skin colliding and hands hitting the tile to stop ones self from breaking their face was heard.

Not waiting for the other to catch his breath Derek started sliding in and out of his companion. Finally receiving some communication in the form of deep moans and tremors. No mercy was shown but because of the earlier stretching and the help of the water, a good amount of resistance was met. At times Derek lost his self control and started to pummel Spencer's hole and only his pained squeaks would make him regain it.

They went on like this for who knows how long, it could have been an hour or just a few minutes but Spencer couldn't wrap his head around how fast it all seemed to happened. One second he's reaching down and the next there's lukewarm water spraying his back while the other is spraying his insides, painting him an off-white. The only thing going through his mind as his knees buckled during his climax is,"We're going to have to take another shower."