The Gun and the Rose

28 | Euphoria

A/N: Mature Content Warning

"You took the words right out of my mouth," he said. We walked upstairs in silence, my heart in my throat. Ales walked into the bathroom and we both looked at our reflections, laughing. "You truly can rock anything."

I swatted him, blushing. "Stop."

"It's true." Then he pulled his shirt off, showing me his drool-worthy body. He slid his pants off and quickly his boxers followed, but I turned away before I could see anything.

"Give me a warning next time!" I exclaimed, staring at the floor.

"I wasn't going to shower naked," he said. He headed inside the standing shower, turning the knobs. "Are you coming?"

I peeked at the reflection in the mirror and saw that he was turned away from me. "Yeah, just don't look."

"It's not like I won't see you naked in the shower."

"Ales," I warned.

"I won't look."

With that, I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and stripped down. I stood tentatively outside the shower, my long hair covering my breasts and both arms around my stomach. I took a step inside, closing the glass door behind me.

"Can I turn now?"

"Okay," I said quietly.

He turned but I didn't make a move to uncover myself. His eyes didn't even move down to my body and stayed fixated on my face. He cupped my cheek, lowering his head down and kissed me. Hot water streamed down onto us, washing away any residue of flour. I kissed him harder, my arms naturally falling away, pressing myself against his body. Between us, I felt him growing harder, pressing against my belly.

He pulled his head back, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Can I wash your hair?"

I nodded a little confused but turned my back to him as he grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the built-in shelf.

"I only have my shampoo, so you'll have to deal with smelling like me."

"That's not a bad thing," I said.

He worked his fingers through my scalp, washing the lengths of my hair before rinsing it out. The whole process was oddly romantic, but not in a conventional way. Seeing him doing something so ordinary yet unexpected for me, sent flutters in my heart.

When he finished, I turned back. "I don't think I can reach your hair." I picked a bottle of body wash. "How's this?"

Ales' eyes were hooded and he bit his lip, wordlessly nodding.

I squirted some into my hand, before smoothing it over his chest. I massaged my hands across his abdomen as it lathered. For the first time, I let myself see all of him, my eyes falling on his member standing up proudly between his legs. My hands rested right above it, the pads of my fingers gripping his body. I raised my head to meet his eyes. "May I?"

"Yes," he breathed.

I swallowed, my fingers tracing over the thick shaft of his cock that twitched with the slight brush of my touch. Soap lather followed my hands as I gently gripped him, my thumb swiping over the tip.

Ales groaned, his hands on my shoulders for support.

I slid my hand down his length, feeling the muscle jerk beneath me before moving it back up.

"Fuck," he whispered. He moved one hand down to my heavy breasts, flicking a hard nipple.

I sucked in a breath and pushed him back under the stream, letting the water wash the suds away. My hand remained enclosed around him and I looked up, my eyes heavy with arousal. Then I moved my hand away, trailing up his body. "I think I'm done showering."