Chapter 4

Bro kissed Dave's cheek and lazily rolled towards the floor, expertly catching himself on his feet as he flash-stepped away from the futon and into the bathroom.

Goddamnit, Dave thought. Had Bro really already recovered? Why was he still just a shaking mess on the futon? With a grunt, Dave removed the sticky piece of latex sagging over his half-limp cock and tossed it into a trash can next to the television… which was still on somehow, though now it was just the static of a non-broadcasting station that had been switched off for the night. Dave fished around on the floor next to the futon to find where the remote had tumbled and switched the blasted thing off. He heard Bro clear his throat and wearily looked up in the direction of the noise. He saw Bro leaning stark naked (both his gloves were off now) against the doorframe of the bathroom, and realized that the shower had been turned on behind him.

"Dude," Bro coughed, gesturing towards his own chest and abdomen, then Dave.

Dave groaned and buried his face in a nearby pillow. He reluctantly slid off of the futon and padded over to Bro. Grinning, he quickly forced himself against Bro, smearing the ejaculate all over the both of them as he feverishly kissed Bro's swollen lips. Bro just moaned into the kiss, and Dave shrugged inwardly to himself. He supposed they're about to clean themselves off thoroughly, so what the hell, Bro must not mind too much.

Bro pulled away from Dave and tugged the curtain aside to step into the shower. He gave Dave a lustful look before disappearing under the steam and water.

Dave bit his tongue and followed Bro into the shower. He sighed to himself and went to reach for the bar of soap when Bro slammed into him from out of fucking nowhere and had him pinned against the wall under the showerhead. Dave was about to protest-because he's exhausted-but Bro's hand had drifted down and confirmed that Dave's body hadn't had enough yet. Dave resigned to simply moan into Bro's hair as he nibbled at the unbruised side of Dave's neck. He was going to be so useless tomorrow.

Bro licked up the side of Dave's neck as the water washed down his hair and back. He grimaced a bit, realizing that, so far, this shower had been utterly ineffectual in its intended uses. He stepped back, pulling Dave with him, and reached over to grab the bar of soap. Dave let his head fall back so the water washed down over his hair and around his face. Bro lathered the soap up in between his palms as he watched Dave practically sag on his feet in front of him. Shit, he wore him out. Poor dude. That doesn't stop him from giving into the feeling of wanting more, though. Bro slid his hands over Dave's chest, washing away the sweat and saliva and whatever other various bodily fluids were present. Dave sighed into his touch, and he smiled. Bro continued gently washing Dave's torso, taking care to scrub where necessary.

Dave ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back, as he lowered his head back down to look evenly over his nose at Bro. Bro was smiling, just barely, as he concentrated on getting Dave clean again. He was scrutinizing Dave's flushed flesh as he went, and damn, did he look sexy, all wet and steamy like that. Dave swallowed hard and hoped that Bro hadn't noticed the slight erection he'd begun to sport underneath the layer of suds working its way down his body. Fuck, Dave thought, trying to distract himself. He reached up and cupped Bro's left cheek with his right hand. Bro stopped rubbing circles over Dave's left arm and looked up into his eyes. Dave leaned in and pressed his lips to Bro's, eager to taste him, to claim him again.

Bro returned the kiss slowly, letting Dave's tongue slide into his awaiting mouth. Their lips were going to get chapped if they kept this shit up. Bro realized he didn't give a flying fuck about that, though, and slid his right hand to Dave's jaw. They embraced, water and soap washing down between them. The kiss was soft, full of emotion and contentment. This was definitely how they should start every day. Bro mulled the idea over, but decided that they'd definitely never get anything productive done that way if Dave's renewing erection pressed against his thigh was any indication of how things would go. Shit, now he was getting hard again, too. This was supposed to be about getting cleaned off, but fuck it, at least this way they didn't have to go anywhere to get thoroughly clean once they were finished.

Dave let his left hand ghost over Bro's right side as it dropped to Bro's hip. Bro's flesh felt so hot against him. It was so slick and sleek and… oh, hello there, Bro's growing erection. Awesome, Dave thought. At least he's not the only one shamefully horny in this apartment. Dave reached behind Bro and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. They might as well try to actually bathe themselves while they're in here. It's not like their hair will get dirty again during their sexy play, anyway, so they can do that part for now. Dave squeezed some into his palm by squishing the bottle upside-down against the shower-surround one-handed. He clumsily set the bottle back down, still open (whatever, fuck that), and ran his hand through Bro's drenched locks. Bro hummed against his lips as Dave worked Bro's hair into a lather, bubbles running down his ears.

Bro continued kissing Dave sweetly as he grabbed for the open bottle of shampoo beside him. He flipped the bottle over in a smooth one-handed toss, then turned it upside-down over Dave's head. Bro squeezed the bottle and drizzled some shampoo on Dave's blonde mop. He flipped the cap closed with his index finger and set the bottle back down. Bro shoved both hands into Dave's hair and massaged his scalp slowly. The notion struck him that this was a bit silly, really. Nonsense. This was tender, touching, and intimate. Dave fluttered his eyes closed and worked his hand down the nape of Bro's neck. Bro involuntarily shivered a bit as the hairs on his neck stood on end.

Dave massaged the back of Bro's neck as the water from the showerhead began to run the shampoo down over his eyes. It reached their lips and Dave sputtered way, spitting out the soapy taste. Bro chuckled a few inches away from him, and Dave tilted his head back to let a direct stream of water rinse the soap away from his face. So much for that moment.

Bro continued running his fingers through Dave's hair, helping to rinse the shampoo out of it and down the drain at their feet. As soon as he was convinced Dave's hair had been thoroughly rinsed, he shouldered Dave forward and out of the way of the stream of hot water. Dave grunted in protest and reached up to rub the water from his eyelashes. Bro took his turn rinsing the lather from his hair and smiled as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the splash of pressurized hot water against his skin. Dave pushed against Bro's chest to get around him and spun Bro under the water. Bro let him dance past him gracefully, still working his hands through his hair.

Dave grabbed the soap and worked up a thick lather in his palms. He lightly began to rub Bro's shoulders and chest, admiring the musculature beneath the layers of skin. Dave reached his abdomen and lingered over Bro's happy trail, smoothing circles through it.

Bro leaned his head down enough to ensure his face wouldn't get sprayed unpleasantly by the water, and opened his eyes to look at Dave in front of him. Dave's gaze was fixed on Bro's crotch as if it was some work of art. Hell, Bro fancied that it must be. He grinned as Dave slowly massaged his lower abs and remained content to simply stare at the state he'd put Dave in.

Dave watched rivulets of water and bubbles cascade down Bro's abdomen as steam radiated off of him. Every little peak and valley of his muscles was outlined by the miniature streams of water running down, mostly gathering into the hair at the base of his cock. Dave found himself fascinated by the scene. Bro's body was just so intoxicating to behold. Dave realized that he was probably about to rub a hole into Bro's abs, though, and let his hands drift over Bro's hips. He looked up to find Bro staring intently at him, bemused for some reason. Dave scoffed.

"Turn around, fuckass," Dave retorted, giving Bro's left hip a small swat. Bro shrugged and complied, bowing his head down to avoid getting a faceful of water. Dave grabbed the soap again and re-lathered before trailing his hands over Bro's back. The skin was so smooth, yet riddled with scars. Dave's mouth twitched into a slight frown. He knew that he was the reason for a lot of those scars. It was only after he had gotten over the awkwardness of puberty and adjusting to a gangly, sprouting body that he was able to stand toe-to-toe with Bro. Once he had, he almost kept up with Bro when they ventured up to the rooftop to strife, and gradually, over time, he had begun to gain the upper hand every now and then. They were both extremely stubborn, though, and this generally ended in fresh bruises and cuts when they collapsed in heaps of sweat and exhaustion under the brutal Texan sun. Oh well. He had his share of scars, too, and strangely enough, he found that he sort of cherished having them. They were little fleshy reminders of the lessons he learned from Bro over time. It wasn't like Bro had abused him, really. Bro had only cut him enough to scar after Dave had started doing the same to him in his late teens. It was rare for either of them to need stitches, but the keloids formed just the same.

Bro stretched his arms in front of him and placed his hands against the far shower wall. This allowed him to bend over just a tad while stretching his back out in front of Dave. The hot water traveled down the middle of his spine and over his ass, making it glisten. Bro looked down at his feet, then Dave's feet just behind his. Dave's feet were bigger than his now. Bro smiled a sort of sad smile to himself, curling his toes and uncurling them. It was starting to get too hot and steamy in here, but he didn't care.

Dave reached Bro's ass with both hands and ran them over it before groping it firmly and slapping one cheek. Bro turned his head to the left and looked over his shoulder at Dave with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk. He shook his head and resumed looking at the tiled floor. Dave was such a fucking tease. He adored that.

Dave finished washing up Bro's grade-A behind and spun him back around for another kiss, catching Bro as he started to slip on the soapy tile. He felt Bro's full erection against his and let out a whimper of a moan against Bro's lips. This was almost embarrassing. Almost. It was only Bro's matching erection that kept it from being anything other than super-fucking-hot. Maybe that was partly the clouds of steam around them, though. It was hard to tell at this point. Dave felt suddenly invigorated by all of it and lightly ran his nails down Bro's back.

Bro hissed gently into the kiss and reached his hands around to grope Dave's ass firmly. He was pretty sure they were mostly clean now. That meant they needed to get dirty again. Bro let his right hand slide back around Dave's frame to the pair of erections rubbing lightly against each other. He loosely gripped both of them with it and slid it up and down over the strained flesh. This elicited another moan from Dave, followed by one of Dave's hands joining Bro's. It was so erotic the way their hands brushed lightly against each other as they held their cocks together and pumped them slowly in a slick mixture of soap and pre-cum. Bro thought he might have to carry Dave to bed after this.

Dave gently bit Bro's top lip as he craned his head back a bit. He huffed hot air against Bro's nose and let go of Bro's lip. His skin was on fire now, and he wasn't sure how much of it was the rush of blood filling his lower half, and how much of it was the hot water and subsequent steam. Dave began to pump his hand faster, gripping a bit more tightly. He realized that as this was the second time around tonight, they would likely both last longer. They were probably going to pass out from the dizzying heat filling up their bodies before then, he mused to the back corners of his mind. As long as they don't knock themselves out on the tile, it should be alright. Fuck, it was hot. Dave reached his free hand around Bro and turned the water temperature down just a few notches. Warm water was more than enough right now.

Bro took the opportunity of Dave leaning over his shoulder to reach the knobs to capture Dave's ear in between his lips. He sucked along the lobe as he picked up his hand's pace to match Dave's. Bro felt Dave's chest heaving against his own, slick with water, soap, and sweat. It felt so sensual. He loved the feeling of taking Dave's breath away. Bro felt a bit dizzy and let go of Dave's ear as he rested his head against Dave's shoulder. The water trickled down his neck and back and splashed over them, accompanying the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans lulling in the steam enveloping them. It was a good thing Bro was used to epically-long showers. He wondered how Dave was holding up under the heat of it all. Texans were bred for heat, fuck the cold. They can take it however long they need to.

Dave felt the weight of Bro's forehead resting on his shoulder and turned his head to stare at the back of Bro's head. He felt a gnawing urge to clamp down on the flushed shoulder in front of him and scratch the tender skin of Bro's back, but he settled for digging his nails into Bro's shoulder blade and softly kissing Bro's shoulder instead. Bro breathed heavily against Dave's bicep and raised his head just enough to turn it and rest his lips against Dave's neck. Dave licked Bro's shoulder as Bro sucked sweetly at Dave's neck. He was going to be so sore later… everywhere. He pushed himself further into Bro, as if they could possibly get any closer than they already were, and began rocking his hips.

Bro nuzzled Dave's neck and panted against it, never faltering in the rhythm they'd laid down with their hands wrapped around their cocks. The two of them kept perfect time with each other. It was so natural it was almost disconcerting. It was as if they were made for each other, even though that notion was taboo. There's no way anyone could convince them otherwise now. It was too perfect, too right to be wrong. Bro used his free hand to clutch at one of Dave's shoulder blades. He felt breathless against Dave, reveling in the sensations prickling his body. Bro thought he might be drooling a little, but that was being washed away with everything else—the day's grime, the fluids they had left on each other, and all of the burdens they had both carried for years by keeping their feelings buried deep within themselves. If it weren't for the slick tile underneath their feet, they may as well have been floating in each other's arms.

Dave moaned into Bro's hair as he shoved Bro back against the wall again, firmly planting his feet on either side of Bro's. This was better. Now he could get some traction and support. Dave gently rocked his hips up and down, letting his thighs slide against Bro's. Bro's hand felt so damn good on his overworked cock, and he was torn between wanting this moment to last forever and wanting to collapse on his bed and cuddle with Bro pressed flush against him. He couldn't have both, so he changed his grip a little and nipped at Bro's ear.

"Daaave…" Bro moaned, dragging his nails against Dave's upper back. His breath had begun to hitch more and more frequently as he struggled to pull in enough oxygen to keep his body going. Bro pulled his head back and claimed Dave's open lips for a heated kiss, sliding his tongue along Dave's. His cheeks were burning and his feet were prunes, but all of that was forgotten as Bro climaxed, emitting noisy, muffled moans against Dave's mouth. Bro's body shuddered, his heart pounding in his ears.

Dave swallowed Bro's moans and kept up the friction with his body and hand. It was only a few moments before his release flooded over him as well. By this point, Bro had latched onto Dave's bottom lip with his teeth, and had his eyes tightly closed. Dave moaned in short, fevered bursts over Bro's nose as he spilled onto both their hands and abdomens. He felt Bro let go of his lip and he leaned forward to rest his forehead on the tile behind Bro. Dave panted heavily, letting his hand fall to his side and under the stream of water.

Bro leaned his head back against the wall and braced himself as best he could so that they both didn't go sliding to the floor. He licked his lips and tasted blood. They had both been so into it that neither of them particularly noticed or cared when skin had been broken. Bro rolled his head to the side to look at Dave. Fresh red droplets shimmered on his lower lip and chin. Well, that solved that mystery. Bro brought one hand up to cup Dave's chin and turned his head to face him.

"Sorry about that," Bro half-panted at Dave.

"The fuck?" Dave responded, gazing into Bro's eyes.

Bro moved his thumb from Dave's jaw to his lips. He wiped a smear of blood off and held the thumb up for Dave to see.

"Like I give a flying fuck," Dave said, leaning in to gingerly kiss Bro. He withdrew, wincing a bit as he licked his lips. Dave shifted his weight to stand back under the water for one final rinse before exiting the shower. The movement caused several of his muscle groups to scream out, and there was a burning sensation shooting across his upper back and shoulders. The endorphins were starting to wear off, and Dave wanted to be unconscious before they were completely gone. He pulled Bro forward into the water as well, then shut the water off and let Bro half-sag against him. Bro didn't seem to want to be awake any longer, either. Dave smiled against Bro's hair and reached out to grab some towels. He found only one hanging on the towel rod. Damn it. They probably needed to do laundry again.

Bro reluctantly separated himself from Dave as a towel was brought to his face. He dried himself off half-heartedly and stepped out onto the rug still dripping. Without turning to look, he shoved the towel back at Dave, who snapped it out of Bro's hand and roughly dried off Bro's back, nearly knocking him over. Bro grunted at him. The bathroom was full of steam, and the heat was stifling. Bro lazily opened the door and stepped out into the cooler air on the other side.

Dave dried himself off as best he could before joining Bro back in the living room. The two of them stood there, naked and flushed and exhausted, staring at each other.

"Fuck," was all Dave said. Bro nodded in agreement. Bro started to crash on the futon, but Dave grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into his room. Bro was about to protest, but Dave's bed was much bigger now, not to mention much more comfortable than that damned old futon. Dave tugged the covers down and shoved Bro onto the mattress, climbing in after him.

Bro leaned over and kissed Dave sweetly on the lips, then the forehead.

"G'night," he sighed against Dave's forehead.

"Fuck you, go to sleep already," Dave murmured from the pillow. He groaned at the soreness he felt creeping into his muscles, but then sighed and relaxed as he felt Bro's arms wrap around him.

Bro smiled against Dave's wet hair and let his eyes drift closed. He realized just before slipping into unconsciousness that they had left their shades in the kitchen. He didn't relish the thought of waking up to the blinding glare of the sun pouring into their apartment, but he was much too tired to do anything about it. Bro would worry about that later.