Chapter 5

Steamy Showers

Smut in the first bit of this one too, I'm sorry, not ;D

As my mind floats from thought to thought I am continually brought back to my bed, it's warm mused sheets, soft pillows and the warm body of the man lying beside me sleeping soundly. His hair had fallen out by now and wrapped softly around the pillows, creating a silver halo around the two of us as we lay there curling around each other. His green eyes are concealed again now as he sleeps. But I do not mind, I know that soon he will flutter his long eyelashes open and I will loose myself in their depths once again. The light from the crack between the curtains shines onto his porcelain skin, illuminating it, making an otherworldly glow emanated from him. Highlighting his hair as it curls and flows around him. Oh how I wish he would open those eyes of his and hold me closer, whispering sweet nothings in my ear like he did before. Sharing his warmth with me as we bask in the glow of the morning sun.

Grazing my hand up his chest I feel my way over his strong muscles, dipping my fingers into the beautifully defined spaces between each. Reaching up further I run my fingers over his soft cheek and over his bottom lip. The memory of the night before returns to my mind again and I blush at the memory. I never thought I would spend my first night like that, but I suppose this has been a very odd evening.

Feeling suddenly uncomfortable I try to shift my legs slightly, only to realise that they were intertwined with his, wrapping in between his strong thighs. Feeling me shifting between his legs his arms wrap tighter around me. It's so warm holding on to him like this, but if I don't get out soon I'll end up waking him up with my wriggling. Cautiously I manage to slide my body out from under him, and slide on undertakers jacket from where it still hangs on the chair. As I go to enter the bathroom I look back at the bed, watching the undertakers sleeping figure as he curls his arms around the pillow I left in my stead. He looks so handsome and cute at the same time when he's curled up in bed like that, even if he's naked.

Wandering into the bathroom I find a robe on the back of the door, and like the rest of the room it's a dark grey. Slipping off his coat I catch a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror. Covering my chest and neck are small red marks, hickeys. He gave me so many, wow that's gonna take some hiding. Coming closer to the mirror I inspect my new bruises when I notice the scar along my side. Like his, my scar is a thin silvery red line slashed across my waist.

"I'm sorry if you hurt, I didn't mean to be so hard on you on your first time." Spinning around the undertaker was leaning against the doorframe, completely naked, with his hair floating around his shoulders, surprisingly neater than I thought it would be. Turning red from being confronted with him in this manner after last nights antics I am forced to quickly spin around away from him. Why am I so embarrassed, I saw everything last night. Realising he could see me in the mirror I grab the robe off the floor and attempt to cover myself.

"W… What are you doing up? I thought you were still asleep. Please go away I'm naked." My face heats up as the sounds of his bare feet against the cold stone floor pads up to me.

"Awww, is someone shy now. You weren't last night, you were so cute. It was beautiful watching you moaning beneath me. Why are you so red Birdie?" Snaking his arms around my waist he pulled the robe from my hands, exposing me to him again.

"Hey, that was mine, give it back." Reaching up I try to grab it back out of his hand, only to have him tighten his other arm around my waist as he threw it over to the other side of the room.

"Hehehehehe no no no Dearie, no cover for you. I want to be able to see you, my sweet little bird." Damn him, all I wanted to do was shower, why can't he just let me shower without embarrassing me.

"Please give it back, I want a shower, please." Twisting my head around I am met with his hair in place of his eyes, and that smirk, constant and unrelenting.

"Your hair fell out, I can't see your eyes now." Trying to shift the soft waves of hair from his face he catches my hands easily with his strong slender fingers.

"Ok then I will let you tie my fringe up, if and only if you let me shower with you. Dear Birdie?"

Not releasing me he holds my chin as I roll my eyes at him. Please tell me he's not serious. Before I get a chance to refuse his offer I am being swept up into his arms, whisked to the large shower and plopped back down onto my own two feet.

Scowling I try to get past his wide shoulders and back out of the confining glass walls, but to no avail as he spreads his arm across the thin doorway.

"Let me out Undertaker, I'm not going to shower with you." At my words his brilliant smile faded from his face, and I knew under those glistening strands he was trying to puppy dog eye me, well 'trying' being the optimum word.

"Puppy dog eyes don't work with that fringe love, sorry." Pulling the fringe out of the way, I lean in closer to him, using my height (or lack of) as an advantage, staring up at him. He's so beautiful, just like a Greek god.

"Your a meanie, you know that?" His question catches me off guard as he wraps his arms around me and holds me closer.

"How exactly am I the mean one. you're the one who makes me say things I wanted to keep in my head." And there I go again, I swear I used to have a filter to stop this embarrassment.

"Well well well, the Birdie admits it now, how cute. And you are the mean one, you use your beauty against me and it's not fair. How am I meant to say no when those eyes are staring up at me." What, what, what, what? No he's not winning this, this one's mine. He's not going to win using that voice, not the one that seems to melt. It is not going to happen.

"I am not going to let you win this one. I'm not going to let you keep doing this, absolutely not, under any circumstances. No." Releasing his hair most of it flopped back over his eyes, but some states logged behind his ear, leaving enough room for his eyes to show when he tilts his head ever so slightly, trying to look cute.

"But I'm not doing anything Birdie, I'm just trying to keep you warm. Or are you talking about how I'm affecting your body, because I didn't think you'd have enough energy to play with me this morning as well. But I suppose I can't complain, I did love hearing you moan last night after all." Well fuck. I was hoping he wouldn't notice, me being shorter than him and all. How am I gonna get out of this now? He's got me cornered, and the cold air is starting to affect it too.

"I… I can't help it. It's cold in here." Ok you know that's not gonna work, he's not stupid, look at how he caught you last night playing with that thing. What is that thing?

"What has you so distracted, is the cold that bad. Maybe we should warm you up a bit, yes?"

With an innocent smile across his face he leans past me and turns on the water. No he can't. That's not fair. As the water starts to stream from the shower head it cascades over my back, leaving trails slipping over my cold skin, causing my body to heat up more. Sliding the door shut he backes me further into the warm stream of water. Causing the heat to run down every part of my body, as well as down his front. Damn, like this he looks even better, like he did in the rain at the bus station, like my saviour. He's magnificent. Leaning in closer he rests his head on my shoulder, whispering into my ear.

"Is it better now, or do I need to warm you up more?" Running his hands up and down my arms slowly he leaves burning trails in his wake, causing the fire inside me to burn even more.

"You're mean man, I was gonna win this one, It was meant to go my way." While trying to pout at him he runs the shower even hotter, to the point where it was almost burning, but the tingling sensation was amazing, I couldn't ask him to make it colder, it was just…. uuuurgh… amazing….

As more water flows over my body, I begin to relax, I close my eyes and start enjoy the shower it was the best feeling ever, well not if you compare it to last night, but still great. So standing there almost forgetting the undertaker is with me.

"Little Birdie…."

"Yes, I'm here, just imagining showering alone"

"What if I were to show what it could be like, not alone" He leans his head in closer, and closer, I could hear his strong breath, feel him on my wet skin as he touches my fingertips with the lightest touch almost a feather touch, slowly his, fingers run across my body, he caresses my arms and my shoulder, my chest, my stomach. Narrowly he avoids going too low, and as I start to drift away, my lust filling my entire being. I was quite happy to give in to his every whim and let him touch me however he wanted. His hand gently cradles my face, his hands so soft and caring and strong, I felt so safe being held in his arms.

He begins to lean if for the fatal blow, but then he stops only millimetres from my lips, so close I could almost feel them. He brushes his lips past mine, almost to tempt me. But he kisses my cheek instead, along my jaw, slowly, gently, sensually, progressing down the side of neck, kiss, by kiss, by kiss, ever so gradually moving into the crux of my neck. He stayed there kissing and biting on a bruise already formed from yesterday, but soon moves on. Then he glided across my collarbone, with his heavenly lips, right along to the other side. He moved up my neck again, up and down, for mere seconds but it could have been hours of his soft tongue gliding across my skin. Moving back across my jaw, he presses me against the cold, wet, tiled shower wall, with so much force and dominance it stunned me, but it was also so calm and tender, I could do nothing but give in.

"Is this what you want, or do you want something hotter. I don't know if you don't say it Birdie." Slipping down my sides he runs his hands around my back and down to my ass, giving it a rough squeeze as he takes my earlobe in his teeth, biting down lightly. Damn it, I can't say anything like this. It's just too good having him pressed up against me like this.

"Well Birdie? or should I just leave you like this." After roughly rutting his hips into mine he lets me go and draws back to the other side of the shower. His hair is how soaked and clings to his skin like a shining silver coat. What's he up to?

"Why did you stop? I am not going to let you leave me like this, it's not fair." Taking action against my tormenter I grab hold of his arms and pin them behind his back with one hand. I told him this one was going to be mine, and it will.

Using my limited experience I ran my hands over his chest, smoothing some of the water off I lean forward. Kissing the side of his neck I try to find his sweet spot, and bite softly on to it, sucking slightly. Drawing back I expect to see a small red mark like the ones he gave me, but the skin remains clear and untainted. Damn.

"You'll have to try harder than that, or I may just leave you here." You damn man, I'm gonna kill him one day. Holding my determination I changed tack, releasing his arms I use both hands to run back up his chest. I don't know if this'll work but I think it should. Bringing my face forward I take one of his nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue out over the now perked nipple a satisfying moan escaped his lips. Well who's in charge now? Continuing my assault on him my other hand comes to play with his other sweet bud. Shifting beneath me he tries to escape my arms, but I press my hips against his in response. Holding my hips against his I can feel his stiff rod twitching and growing against my stomach.

"Are… Are you trying to drive me crazy? Please let me have you, I need you now." His hot breath ran across my neck as I raised my head back to his. Kissing him deeply my hands ran down his front again grazing across his throbbing dick. As the water runs across his skin I run my finger up his length once then gently squeeze its head.

"I won't let you do anything this time. I'm in charge, so if you really want something beg for it." As sweet moans slip from his slightly parted lips he tries to thrust his hips into my hand, begging for me to touch him more, to give him some sweet relief.

"I said beg." Looking him straight in the eyes I run my finger up him again, teasing him into begging.

"Please… Please touch me more. I can't take it, I need you...Please." Bingo.

"Well that wasn't that hard was it. I think I'll have some fun now."

Taking his thick cock in my fingers I began to slowly pump them up and down him, causing sweet breathy moans to escape his soft lips. Breathing out sweet little whispers of love my own erection grows and aches. Taking his hand I guide it to my own manhood. But even with his soft warm fingers wrapped around me, pumping up and down it wasn't enough. After last night I knew what it felt like to be taken, I knew the sensation of someone thrusting deep inside me. And I needed that again. I needed him, dominating and rough, but loving and needy. The undertaker in all his glory.

"Hmmm… Please more, give me more." Smirking through his pleasure he replies, coy and annoying.

"But… I thought… You were in… Charge." Scowling at him I squeeze my hand tighter around him, Causing him to hiss out through his teeth.

"J… Just do me already… Or I'll let you do yourself."

Slightly glaring at me he released me and span me around by my hips. Without a word he bent me forward so that my arms were resting on the shower walls, the cold tiles leaving goose bumps on my arms. Resting his hands on my hips he bends over and kisses my shoulder.

"This is what happens when you try to make me beg." Leaning back up he lets the shower stream hit my lower back, sending vibrations all over my body. But as I feel his stiff shaft rubbing at my entrance I quiver inside, wanting to melt already. his stiff member starts poking into my rear, but suddenly he thrusts all the way in, and I realise why I should have waited to do this again. Pain splinters through my ass as he sheathed himself all the way into me.

"SHIT… Ow please go slow on me, I'm still sore from last night." Clenching my fists he thrusts further into me.

"You wanted this you tried to make me beg, and It'll get better don't worry. I promise you'll be fine." Kissing my shoulder again he pulls out slightly, causing more pain. Even through my pain he trusts back in and out again, slowly turning the pain into incomprehensible pleasure. His hard thrusts became harder and harder, filling me to the point of breaking. Please let this never stop. I… Need… Him…

"Damn, you're still so tight. You brilliant man. YES." As he gets closer and closer to his end he wraps his hand back around my own cock, rubbing in time with his erratic thrusts, tipping me over the edge. As my insides release onto his hand and the wall I clamp onto him, squeezing every last bit of his essence from him, making him scream for me.