I didn't want to move, but eventually I forced myself to pull my hand free of JJ's and peel myself off him. "We should probably get cleaned up."

JJ laughed a little. "Yeah, my legs are practically glued together."

"Nice." I paused. "Do you, um, want to share?"

"The shower?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." He sat up and quickly took off his t-shirt, then tossed it onto the floor where our underwear had ended up.

I stared, taking in the taut tanned skin on his lean body, and the paler "shorts" which had been covered up and hadn't seen the sun. The bruises were turning from purple to green and I was torn between delight that I could look at him without worrying he would catch me, and anger over the marks of his father's fists. It made me want to drive over to the Maybank house and give Luke a few bruises of his own.

JJ's softened dick twitched against his thigh, and he pressed his hand over it. "What the fuck, dude? You're looking at me like you want to have me for breakfast." His cheeks dimpled as he grinned.

My face grew warm, but I grinned back. "Lunch, too. And maybe dinner." I shoved my own partial erection downwards and got off the bed. "I guess I'm making up for all the years of wanting to look at you and not daring to."

JJ's grin widened. "Look all you want, then." He uncovered himself and his penis sprang up at right angles to his body. He scrambled up and I followed him to the bathroom. I grabbed some towels while he turned on the water and stepped under the spray.

The water was scalding hot when I joined him, and I turned down the heat a notch. JJ always showered with the water as hot as it would go, and it was too much for me.

"Pussy," he said with a grin.

"Shut up or I won't wash your back."

"Are you gonna wash my front too?" His grin widened.

"If you ask nicely. I'll do your hair first if you want." My heart began to pound all over again as a I reached for the shampoo. JJ stepped back from under the spray and closed his eyes. I lifted my hands to begin washing his hair, lathered up the shampoo, and massaged his scalp. He groaned and his erection brushed my stomach as I moved closer. I moved my fingers to the back of his neck and rubbed the muscles there, then combed through the wet strands of hair and returned to the top of his head. He moaned and sighed, and idly began to stroke himself.

"Hey. Leave that alone." I took my hands off him and nudged him back under the water to rinse.

He stopped touching himself and turned his back to me, moved out from under the water again, and rested his hands on the wall. I grabbed the shower gel and squeezed some out. I was so hard, I was as tempted to touch myself as he had been, but I ignored the need and began soaping up his shoulders, then his back, then his ass. He parted his legs, and I slid my hand between them to wash off the mess I'd left there earlier, but then I lingered, stroking behind his balls, then moved up to his hole and circled it with a slippery finger.

JJ groaned again. "Please," he muttered.

"Please what?"

"Inside."

I laughed a little. "You're horny all the fucking time."

"Can you blame me?" He glanced down and behind him, taking in my quivering erection. "Anyway, look who's talking."

I laughed some more. We were eighteen years old and got hard numerous times each day.

"Come on, John B, please," he whined. "Get me off or I'll do it myself."

"All right, don't be so impatient." I removed my hand, added more shower gel to my fingers, then resumed touching him. With one arm around his waist, I wrapped a slippery hand around his dick, and pressed a finger of my other hand into his tight heat. He gasped and hung his head forward. "Feel good?" I murmured.

"Mm."

"How about this?" I slid my finger deeper, then withdrew, then pressed back in. I kept up the movement, gently fucking him with the digit while I stroked his rigid erection.

"Oh, fuck. More."

"More?"

"Another finger."

Cautiously, I added my middle finger and carefully pushed the two into him. His body accepted them without much difficulty. "Have you done this to yourself?"

"Yeah," he panted. "Imagined it was you."

I bit back a groan and moved closer to rub myself against his hip. I was desperate for some friction. JJ squirmed against me and pushed himself harder onto my fingers. I withdrew them, and thrust them firmly back in, brushing a small bump of something inside him.

"Fuck!" He yelped and his dick jerked in my hand as he shot his load onto the shower wall.

I carefully pulled my fingers out and wrapped both arms around him. "What was that?"

"My prostate." He laughed breathlessly and leaned back against me, his body shaking. "Wow."

"I take it you haven't done that yourself, then?"

"Tried. Can't really reach it."

"It's really that good?"

"Wanna try?" He straightened up and turned around to meet my eyes.

"Um—" I hesitated. I hadn't really thought about having anything up my ass. I'd touched my hole a couple of times, but it had felt kind of weird and I hadn't taken it any further.

"You don't have to," JJ said quickly.

"No, I'll try. Just, um—"

"I'll stop if you don't like it."

I nodded.

"How about like this?" JJ pushed me a little further from the shower spray and lowered himself to his knees. When he grasped my erection and took the tip in his mouth, I braced my hands on the wall and closed my eyes with a groan. I forgot about being nervous as he licked and sucked and stroked. All I could think about was what he'd said after he did this before— "Next time." He wanted me to come in his mouth. My balls pulled up. His mouth vibrated around me as he laughed. Then he slid a hand around to my ass and caressed one cheek. As he did so, his fingers dipped into my crack, stroked up and down, and brushed across my anus. He took his hand away and released me from his mouth.

"What?" I opened my eyes.

"Need this." He grabbed the shower gel and squeezed some out. A moment later, he resumed sucking and touching. I tried to relax as he gently pressed a finger against my entrance, but I was clenched tight and couldn't do it. He took his mouth off me again. "Breathe," he said. "Deep breath in. Then long breath out and relax."

I did as he said and a moment later, he slipped the tip of one finger into me. I shuddered and bit my lip. It didn't feel weird like when I'd stroked myself there before. It felt—fuck! I had a million nerve endings there I didn't even know about. His finger probed gently, pulled out and circled my rim, then pushed back in more. I groaned and instinctively bucked me hips, shoving my dick deeper into his mouth. He pulled back a little but didn't stop. His finger worked in deeper, the same way I'd done it to him. In, out, in deeper, out, in.

"Fuck!" I jerked and my knees wobbled as he touched presumably what was the same thing I'd found in him—my prostate. He pushed on it, stroked back and forth over it, and I came undone. I didn't even have time to warn him before I came. He swallowed around me and after a few seconds I had to push him off as everything became too sensitive. He carefully withdrew his finger and got to his feet, grinning.

"You liked that, huh?"

"Wow," was all I could manage, which I remembered was the same thing he had said a few minutes earlier. For the first time I wondered what it might be like getting fucked. I hadn't wanted to consider it before, but if it was JJ, which I'd never dreamed possible, why not? If he was going to let me do that sometime, why shouldn't I?

"Hey." JJ slapped my face gently. "Where did you go?"

"Uh, nowhere. I'm just wiped out."

He laughed. "Let's get out of here."

We quickly finished cleaning up, turned off the water, and grabbed the towels. We didn't bother getting dressed straight away but wandered into the kitchen naked to make coffee and toast. As we were finishing eating, the sound of a car engine outside had us leaping up and running to our rooms for some clothes. When we came out, Kiara and Pope were in the kitchen helping themselves to coffee.

"Hey." My face grew hot. I glanced at JJ and noticed he looked hot and flustered too, but he covered it up with his usual bravado.

"Morning, guys! So, how did the date go? You're both here, so that's a good sign. Was there any action?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"Really, JJ?" Kiara's face turned red, and she rolled her eyes. "Is that all you think about?"

"Pretty much, yeah." He shrugged. "What's the point of a date if there's no sex at the end of it?"

"Like you'd know," Pope said, frowning. JJ opened his mouth to reply but for once, nothing came out. Pope glanced at me then back at JJ. "No." He shook his head. "No. Just don't tell us."

Kiara's eyes widened as she stared at me. My face was on fire. "Did you?"

"Um, no, not—"

JJ coughed. "Mind your own business."

Kiara rounded on him. "You dare to try to embarrass us like that when you've been—what? Who did who, JJ? Or did you take turns? Come on, spill. Let's see how much you can blush."

"Get lost." JJ's face and neck were scarlet as he gazed around at everything except our shocked-looking friends.

Kiara glared at him. "Fine. We don't want to know anyway. But at least have the decency to not tease Pope and me. It's none of your business either."

JJ grinned again. "You did, then."

Kiara flipped him the finger. Then she looked more closely at me and frowned. "What happened, John B? Who hit you?"

"Rafe Cameron. Asshole," I muttered. "I'd just finished mowing their lawns. Apparently, he watched me work and then came over to tell me I was fired and wouldn't get paid. He punched me, then Sarah showed up and told him to leave me alone."

"Wow. I'm surprised she's talking to you," Pope put in.

"Yeah, me too. She wasn't pleased to see me." I shrugged now. "We'll see if Wade wants me back."

"So, what did you get up to yesterday, other than, you know, that?" Kiara asked.

"Shouldn't we be asking you that? I mean, you were the ones on the date," JJ said with a smirk.

"We had dinner and went to the movies," she replied. "So? Did you actually do anything other than have sex?"

"Jesus." My face burned again. "He cooked me a meal," I said to change the subject.

"What?" Kiara's jaw dropped. "JJ cooked? I'm amazed you're still alive."

Pope snickered.

"Rude," JJ said. "I can cook. I just never had the chance before. You'll see one day."

"We're holding you to that." Kiara jabbed a finger in his direction. "You can make us a meal later."

"Sure you want to risk it? I might poison you." JJ grinned.

"He won't. He's awesome," I blurted.

"Aww." Kiara giggled. "You two are seriously cute, you know that?"

Pope wrinkled his nose. "Cute is not a word I would use to describe them. So, what are we doing today?"

"Fishing," JJ said. "You want me to feed you? We need more fish."