They were kinda stuck. There was too much silence, and Peter felt a slight stutter in his heart. A flicker of something that threatened to steal his breath. Should he pursue this, or leave well enough alone? He was ahead, so why not quit now, before he fucked up so badly that there would be no way back? He sensed Davy's trepidation and feared the Englishman would shut down. Not that he was selfish. He wasn't; he would never push Davy into anything his friend wasn't into one hundred percent. Causing Davy distress would kill Peter.
He had acted on a hunch that Davy had feelings for him that turned out not to be fully realized. Even though Davy had responded, his heart hadn't fully been in it. Not all the way. Peter's intuitive nature picked it up, and he couldn't dislodge it.
Had Davy done this out of a sense of obligation? There had been so many times that Peter had gotten a vibe from Davy that he couldn't explain. One thing he did know was that what the two of them had went beyond friendship, subconscious or not. He swore Davy had looked at him with a kind of repressed longing in his eyes. Peter was pretty sure his hunch was right on the mark. Otherwise, Davy would not have participated in what had happened tonight. Davy was anything but subtle when he didn't like something. And it hadn't been just pure horniness either. If that were the case, Davy would have made a phone call and had a girl over within minutes. But Davy's sudden distance made Peter hold on to his doubts.
Peter liked to think it was him Davy wanted. So many options were open to his friend. Yet, Davy was here, with him, not someone else. Had to be a reason for that. He figured Davy was simply containing his feelings, maybe even remorseful at this point, and Peter wanted to convince him that he was safe with Peter. Whatever he decided about what they'd done-whether he wanted to try to forget it ever happened, or if he wanted to continue, Peter would honor it.
"Take a shower together?" Peter thought maybe the warm water would be relaxing for the both of them.
"I dunno," Davy was acting as if he was drifting in another world. Perhaps he was in shock. Very possible. This must have been a jolt to the Englishman's system. Because, even though Peter wanted Davy in a huge way, if Davy had come onto him like this, he had to admit he would have been stunned at first.
"I stink a little," Peter grinned. Might as well joke around a bit. It might bring Davy back to life.
"Nah, you do not."
"Yes I do. That was quite a workout. Wanna smell my armpit?"
Davy ducked as Peter approached him with raised arms.
"If you pushed it in my nose, then yeah, maybe there'd be a little stink," said Davy thoughtfully. "But I can't smell you from here—at least nothing offensive."
"Well, you decide then, that is, about what we do. Shower or not."
Davy shrugged. "Okay, let's take a shower."
In the shower stall, Davy and Peter soaped up, and when Peter began to suds up his cock, it went from half hard to full mast.
"That thing is a work of art," said Davy, his eyes riveted to Peter's goods.
"So is yours, believe me. Just on a smaller scale."
They gawked at each others' bodies openly, neither one possessing the will power to look away.
We're in the shower. Lots of water. Maybe it'll work out better here. Davy's thoughts flitted around in his head.
He realized he could easily dispose of Peter's come if he needed to, and if he was lucky, it might not even be detected. So he decided to experiment. He was rarely this horny right after coming, in fact he couldn't remember the last time he'd needed almost no recovery time.
His tongue poked out and fluttered against Peter's neck. Peter giggled, but wasn't about to let the opportunity slip away. He drew close, until their chests touched, and licked Davy's neck to show his approval and receptiveness. Next, Davy's tongue found and pressed against Peter's nipple, then swirled it in the slippery suds around Peter's nipples and chest, the texture of Peter's chest hair stimulating the nerves in Davy's tongue. Peter made a quiet "Ahhh" sound that was almost a groan. He practiced strict restraint though, and gave Davy full control. He somehow knew this was the quickest way Davy would get over his fear. Yeah, he could semi-force him, but Peter would rather Davy "discover" him by himself, willingly. It would be a richer experience, and it would elevate Davy's confidence too. He was such a master with women, but quite bumbling with a man.
Breasts, clits and vaginas were one thing, a cock, balls and man-nipples quite another. Peter felt so graced that Davy was getting into him the way he was. When Davy stopped licking, and pulled Peter's nipple into his mouth, it was all Peter could do to hold back from attacking the Brit in a sexual frenzy.
Davy allowed his lower body to get especially close, their dicks touched, and the slipperiness of the soap allowed them to glide against each other deliciously. Peter had a momentary lapse in control when he purposely thrust himself against Davy. Davy clasped Peter around the waist and granted it, and more than that. He moved against him, and in tandem, they dry humped each other. Only it wasn't dry at all—it was smooth and slick because of the soap, and their gasps emerged in stereo form.
"God, that's good," Peter murmured, licking Davy's ear, nibbling the lobe, breathing as heavily as a dragon in heat.
Davy reached down of his own accord, clasping his hand around Peter's thick, heavy cock, holding it so the cascading water would rinse it of the soap, then went to his knees.
Peter held his breath, afraid to breathe or move in any way. He felt Davy's hot breath ghosting against the skin of his cock, the area where Peter's upper leg joined his pelvis, and on his balls. He wanted to cry out with the wantonness that seized him and just about crushed him. His desire was through the ceiling, but Davy's hot breath continued to tease him cruelly.
When Davy's tongue finally made contact, Peter stifled a yelp. A tortured yelp. The slit on the head of Peter's cock was being massaged by Davy's tongue now. Massaged, licked, pressed, until it entered the slit, causing Peter's legs to tremble and quiver.
"Oh fuck. That feels so good, babe . . . " Peter's legs felt as if they would buckle, and he braced himself against the shower walls with the heels of his hands.
Davy took his time with it. He sucked the head lightly, then with more greed. He ran his tongue up and down the length of Peter's shaft, ending at his balls, and then taking them gently into his mouth, pulling at the skin with his lips, then sucking them one at a time with a downward pressure. Peter gulped, trying furiously to keep from shoving forward and fucking the hell out of Davy's mouth.
Davy was ready—ready for anything. He wanted the taste of Peter on his tongue. He licked faster and faster, until his tongue was like a striking snake, lashing over and over, loving it just as much as if Peter was doing it to him. Now he understood Peter's crazy desire, because he was now feeling it himself. Making Peter feel good was putting him on an incredible high. The same kind of high Peter had experienced when sucking him.
Peter's gutteral growl told Davy he was making headway. Peter was approaching climax, a beautiful rhythm between them. Peter's pelvic rocks kept time with the wet-mouthed dives on his cock. Farther and farther down, until Davy could go no further; it was something so different than Peter had ever felt or dreamed about before. The innocence of Davy's virgin mouth (with guys, anyway) was a massive turn-on. Although Davy's mouth only covered barely one half of Peter's cock, it felt far better than Peter thought could ever be possible.
When Davy threw in a nibble or two on the head, being careful not to nip hard, Peter reacted with a violent roar. His hands pressing the back of Davy's head, he urged him to suck again. The moment Davy acquiesced, Peter erupted like a volcano, his spurts hot and as strong as a fireman's hose, filling Davy's mouth. It was copious and creamy, and Davy fancied the taste as he eagerly swallowed every drop. Peter thrashed around so much that they were in danger of slipping. Feeling Davy's mouth still applying suction and licks of his tongue as Peter was actively coming was, well, there couldn't possibly be anything better.
Davy continued to suck Peter gently afterward, as Peter had done to him. For some reason, this post-orgasm stimulation was satisfying to both partners. It wasn't the frenzied, mad type of sucking that had occurred before climax, but was very mild, sweet and lingering. Peter's hips rocked gently as Davy finished and his lips made a popping sound as they came free of Peter's cock.
When Davy got to his feet, Peter held him close. "I've loved you—I've loved you for too long," Peter let his passion-heavy words rain down on Davy, who looked up at him with those big brown eyes of his, and Peter saw that they were adoring. Davy felt the same—Peter was sure of it. It would just take time for Davy to adapt to this, and confess his feelings.
"Right, Mate. It's good between us, it is."
They left the shower, dried each other off, and went to bed.
Peter brought Davy off again with his mouth in bed, as he had noticed how hard his friend had been in the shower, and still was. In fact, looking down as Davy had sucked him in the shower, and seeing Davy's raging hard-on had brought such sensory pleasure to Peter. They were two peas in a pod. When you love giving as much as receiving with your partner, it only makes the pleasure that much greater for both.
Peter had a feeling their mutual admiration for each other would continue to grow.
After Davy's last gasp and moan of complete gratification, Peter whispered, "Jonesy, let's do this again sometime real soon, okay?"
Davy nodded eagerly. "I'll be ever so ready."