18+ Only! Forewarned is forearmed!
This is my interpretation of what happened in the shower in episode 3. I saw someone's suggestion and was inspired. Let me know what ya'll think.
Type swallowed hard as he stared at Tharn's throat working as he chugged down the water. His lips watered as he pictured his throat working around his...What the fuck am I doing? You hate gays, remember? Type shook his head to clear his thoughts. Asshole Tharn would not get the best of him.
"You're all talk," Type snapped just to piss him off.
Tharn looked him up and down. Undressing him with his eyes. "Talking...isn't the only thing I'm good at" Tharn said with a teasing smile. Type felt his defenses lowering and just glared back.
"I'm going to take a shower," he snapped. He got his towel from the back of his chair and huffed and puffed all the way to the bathroom.
As he walked away, Tharn looked down at his swaying bottom. "Damn, why is he so sexy?"
The sounds of Type undressing, turning on the shower, and getting out of it tortured Tharn. He pictured him all wet, rivulets of water traveling down from his neck, down his hard nipples, to his stomach and down to his amazing and incredible long legs. Tharn groaned and his ears pricked as he heard Type muttering to himself in the bathroom.
Tharn looked on Type's bed and saw his boxers. Before he knew it, he had the boxers in his hand. He walked over to the bathroom door and waited. With one hand he unbuttoned his shirt. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to taste him. Had to make him see that they could be good together.
The door snapped open and Type's frowning face was already in place. Tharn smiled as he swung the boxers at the end of his index finger.
Type reached up quickly, but Tharn held the boxers away from his reach.
"Tharn, those are mine! Don't be an asshole!" Type snapped.
Tharn looked down at his naked body with his towel wrapped around his hips. The hint of leg that was showing was enough to get him hard.
"I'll give them back if you let me shower with you," Tharn said shamelessly.
"What the hell are you saying?" Type asked. His heart was pounding. Part of him was terrified and part of him felt interested? Curious? He didn't know, but it was messing him up inside.
Tharn didn't respond and just walked forward. Type backed up until he hit the bathroom wall. Tharn took off his shirt and his fair skin was revealed to Type. Type put up his hands to push him away, but as soon as his hands got full of pecs he left them right there. He squeezed almost against his will. His body was warring with his head and every bad memory in it.
"Go slow, Tharn," Tharn told himself. He couldn't blow this. He wished he had rubbed one off before he started this.
Tharn held onto Type's arms. The boxers lay forgotten on the floor. He leaned down slowly and inhaled his scent. His nose touching his freshly showered body. He leaned back and looked Type in the eyes. "You smell nice," he said gently. He let his eyes show Type how much he wanted him, how gentle he could be with him. How they could be together.
Type's hands fisted on his shoulder as if to push him away. His cock was already hard from just the feel of Tharn against him. Yet, all he could think about was the past. "What the hell are you doing?" he snapped. Although he knew. This was a desperate attempt. He wanted Tharn to let him go on his own. Type could do much worse, but why aren't I? He asked himself desperately.
Tharn ignored his harsh words and softly held his neck with his left hand. He caressed Type's hair gently and leaned in to give him a soft kiss. Type's fisted hand pushed weakly at Tharn's shoulder even as his eyes closed to savor the kiss.
Type frowned even as Tharn gently pecked him again as if tearing down his defenses kiss by kiss. His gentle touch so different from what that evil man had done to him. The suffocating feeling of feeling someone down his throat against his will was coming back in waves, but Tharn tamed them. Type moved his head away from Tharn's kiss as he sought to control his body. I have to push him away. I have to. "Asshole, let me go" he snapped with a frown. Tharn never responded. It was as if he knew he was battling Type's demons not just Type. This is getting out of control. I can't want this...I can't...Type moaned softly as he felt Tharn nibble down his neck.
His body almost melted against Tharn as he kissed down his chest and down to his stomach. Meanwhile, Tharn's left hand snuck into the towel and caressed his thigh as if his dick needed more encouragement. His erection already tented the towel. It was literally being held up by a miracle at this point. His hand slid down Tharn's back to caress his soft skin. Skin with the hardest muscle underneath. Strong and gentle like Tharn.
Tharn kissed down Type's stomach and stopped to take away the towel. He dropped it on the floor and got down on his knees. He kissed down Type's legs. First the left and then the right. He glanced up to check on Type and became more aroused when he saw how lost in the pleasure he was. His eyes were closed, his neck arched as if being electrocuted and Tharn hadn't even held his cock in his mouth yet.
Tharn bit slightly at Type's hip right next to his cock. Meanwhile, his left hand caressed the back of his knee, the back of his thigh, up to his butt cheek where he held on tightly. He rubbed his face on Type's tan cock. It was as long as his but not as thick. Full enough to fill his mouth, though. Tharn licked up Type's cock. His tongue swirled around as he tried to slick up every inch of his cock.
"Hmmm," Type moaned. His fingers buried themselves in Tharn's hair encouraging him to continue.
Tharn's lips parted and he suck on the tip. Type's hips shot forward involuntarily. His dick seeking the warm of his lover's mouth. Tharn held on tightly to his right hip and pressed him back against the wall. Slowly, his head bobbed up and down as he sucked down half of Type's length. He licked and sucked on his flesh. He let Type's cock pop out of his mouth as he leaned down to suck a ball into his mouth. He suckled strongly and started stroking Type's dick with his hand.
Type tried to buck again, but Tharn gripped his left butt cheek tightly in warning. Type let out a loud moan as Tharn sucked in his other ball. Giving it equal treatment.
Tharn's eyes fluttered close as he took Type into his mouth again. His red lips were puffy from sucking and nibbling and the sight of it made Type insane.
"Hmmm, Tharn," Type begged. His hips squirmed as he tried to move faster in Tharn's mouth, but Tharn wouldn't let him. No matter how fast he wanted to go, Tharn took him in slow and deep. Loving him. Making it more. Hate him. Hate him with all my guts, Type thought as he scratched at Tharn's back like a mewling cat.
Tharn felt Type shiver against him. His moans and hisses coming out more frequently. He was so close. Tharn set in and sucked him harder. He sucked him down until he was all the way down his throat. He made sucking sounds and he sucked him down, held, and then let him pop out of his mouth and then he would start again. His throat strangling Type's cock until the pleasure pain made Type's eyes roll to the back of his head. His knees buckled and Tharn held him as he changed the rhythm and sucked him down faster.
Tharn caressed Type's legs gently in contrast to how fast and hard his lips tightened around his cock.
Type tried to push Tharn's forehead back in warning as his legs shook underneath Tharn's hands. He felt as if someone had put an electric cable to his spine as his body shook and he called out in pleasure. His cum spurted out into Tharn's mouth and Tharn swallowed. His tongue licked and caressed Type's cock lovingly even after the final spurts of his cum had come out.
Tharn let Type's limp cock of his mouth and kissed his hip gently. He kissed his way back up Type's body and kissed his cheek gently. He smiled as he saw Type's lust drunk expression. "I told you, I'm not only good at talking he said softly." Type looked at him with lust as he moved his head to receive his kiss, but then his mind seemed to clear. Aaaaaand he's back, Tharn thought as Type's face transformed back into a frown.
He was proved right when Type pushed him away hard. Type bent down to get the towel and the sight of his naked butt made Tharn's hand itch to touch him again.
"Wash that for me," he snapped at Tharn as if he was his maid. What a demanding wife he is, Tharn thought as he grinned at Type.
Type ran out of the bathroom and held onto the doorknob so Tharn couldn't get out. What the hell did I just do? Come on, Type, hate him! You hate gays! He let the doorknob go and quickly got into bed. This would be a one-time thing or maybe...maybe he could help me? Help me get rid of this trauma. No! He just needed to find a nice girl and he would be fine, right?
Type felt his bed dip down as Tharn's chest pressed against his shoulder. "Type, you were amazing back there." Tharn said with a sexy voice. Type felt anger and embarrassment. His elbow shot out and hit Tharn in the stomach. Tharn doubled over and fell on the bed.
"Do not fucking test me!" Type snapped.
Despite the pain, Tharn smirked. "Just admit you liked my skills."
Type put the covers his face to hide his red face even as he snapped back "Asshole!".
Type closed his eyes even as he heard Tharn's mocking laugh from the other side of the room.
Tharn looked up at the ceiling with a wide smile. He'd done it. He'd reached Type. Maybe he could break his no-dating-straight-guys-rule this one time. He remembered how Type used to smile at him before he found out he was gay. His frowning face was adorable, but his smile was devastating. I want that for me. I want him. Tharn put on a determined face. And I will get him.