Ian blinked. “Um, my mom’s eyes, my dad for the rest of me. Why?”
“Just curious. I’m told I take after my grandfather, the spitting image. I’m like my dad in temperament, though. Heather’s like Mom. They died a long time ago, but I still miss them.”
Ian just stared, and Owen thought maybe he’d shared too much. But then Ian said, “I don’t remember my mom at all. But my dad was a prankster. He worked way too hard in life, but he had a great sense of humor about it all.”
“Must be where you get it,” Owen said quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Ian paused a moment, then smiled, and his grin was so sweet and innocent it speared Owen through the heart.
Fuck. I’m a goner. And if he finds out, I’m really gone. This is not a man to let get the advantage. Ever.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, do you think you could use that humor and help your poor, wounded boyfriend?”
“What’s wrong?”
“This.” Owen pointed to his dick, which, like always, had grown hard around Ian.
Ian bit his lip as if thinking about it. “I would, but you’re not clean.”
“So clean me.” With your mouth and tongue.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Owen leered.
“Pathetic.” Ian brought the soap and a washcloth closer. “Oh hell. Just sit there while I do all the work.”
“That’s what I normally do.” Owen wiggled his brows.
Ian snorted and took the showerhead from the wall to spray over him. He was careful to skirt Owen’s leg, getting it wet around the wound, not right over it, which should have kept his pain minimal.
Or so he’d thought until the water trickled down his leg past the bullet’s entry. “Fuck.”
“Don’t be such a baby.”
Ian was more careful to keep the spray away after that, though. He wet Owen thoroughly, then soaped him all over. After rinsing him off, he grabbed the shampoo and massaged it into Owen’s hair.
The process was nearly orgasmic. Hard yet at the same time so relaxed he wanted to melt, Owen sat under Ian’s ministrations, moaning his content.
“You know, you have the sexiest moan. And you’re fucking hot when wet.” Ian grinned at him.
He rinsed Owen’s hair with the spray, then set it back against the holder on the wall. When he dropped to his knees between Owen’s legs, Owen wanted to weep with gratitude.
“I had a much different reception planned,” Ian admitted as he stroked Owen’s cock.
“Fuck. Yeah, me too.”
“I have a few tricks up my sleeve, but right now they’d probably hurt your leg. I figure you can tell me what happened after.”
“Yeah, little thief. After. Whatever you want. Please, baby. Kiss me.” But before Ian could drop his lips to Owen’s cock, Owen pulled him closer, angling his lover’s face up to meet his kiss, mouth-to-mouth. “I was thinking about you. I missed you, Ian.”
Ian stared into his eyes before closing his own. “You’re too bossy.”
He kissed Owen, a whisper of contact.
“Too rich.”
Another kiss, this one a promise of pleasure to come.
“Too handsome.”
Ian kissed him with a firm touch and slid his tongue inside, stroking and licking until Owen feared he’d come from the kiss alone.
“And for the life of me, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Owen groaned. “Come closer. Wait, stand on the bench with me and straddle my face.”
Ian’s breath came faster, and he did as Owen bade without speaking. The taste of Ian was amazing, just what Owen needed to feel complete. He sucked and licked, needing to taste his lover’s essence, to take Ian into his body and never let go.
“Fuck. Owen, yes. Oh yeah, baby. That’s so good.”
Ian palmed his hair, the water running all around them. Heat and scent mixed until Owen knew nothing outside of Ian’s body.
He sucked harder and fondled Ian’s balls. And then he pushed for more, running his hands around Ian’s ass to part his cheeks. “Turn around.”
Ian moaned but moved when Owen pushed him, his ass positioned by Owen’s mouth. Owen licked him, amused at the thought of Ian bragging about him kissing his ass at some point in their future. Then he pried Ian’s cheeks apart and rimmed him.
“Fuck. Owen, oh yeah. I’m so close to coming.” Ian hitched a breath.
Owen shoved his tongue deeper, wishing his wound wasn’t so high up his leg that fucking Ian wouldn’t be a problem. Instead he continued to kiss and caress.
Ian yanked himself away and turned back around, holding his dick like an offering as he crouched over Owen. “Swallow me, Owen. Please.”
Seeing his lover on the brink and delighted to have brought him there, Owen took Ian to the back of his throat and accepted his due when his lover shouted and came, shaking hard.
He swallowed every drop and looked up, watching the water sluice down Ian’s amazing body. So lean and taut, showcasing the whipcord strength of a man not to be underestimated.
“Now it’s your turn,” Ian panted. “Damn, Owen. You destroyed me.”
And you, me. Owen let Ian push him back. He went easily, his back against the stone tile, his legs spread wide.
“You’re so big, baby.”
When Ian turned those bright blue eyes on him, looking coyly through his lashes as he sat on his knees, Owen could do nothing but moan his name.
“That’s right, Master. Your boy is going to suck that big cock until it explodes. Do you want me to? Want to feel something full inside you while I lick you to heaven?”
“Fuck, yeah.” Owen ignored the throbbing in his thigh and let Ian spread his legs a bit wider. “Give it to me, little thief. I’ve been wanting you for days.”
“Just me?” Ian asked in a whisper as he nibbled his way up Owen’s uninjured inner thigh.
“Oh shit.” If it were possible, he grew harder. His dick was like a lance as it bobbed near Ian’s cheek. “Come on, boy. Take me between your lips. Yeah.” He moaned when Ian did just that. Except his thief continued to steal his breath. Ian inched his hands up his thighs to cup his balls. He rolled them with exquisite firmness while he sucked Owen’s cock. And damn if he didn’t keep watching Owen watching him.
He hollowed his cheeks and slid his hands under Owen to his asshole. There, he pushed a finger inside, breaching that tight, hot space that hadn’t seen action in years.
The naughty pleasure stole Owen’s breath, and he fought not to come. Just looking at Ian set him off, but feeling that penetration had him thrusting into Ian’s mouth. Ian pushed more of his finger inside, and the pain contrasted sharply with the pleasure, enhancing everything.
Ian thrust his finger in and out in short jabs while increasing the suction on Owen’s cock. The building ecstasy became too strong to hold back, and Owen pumped harder and deeper between Ian’s lips despite the straining burn in his thigh.
“Fuck. Yes, yes, baby, I’m coming. Christ. So hard. So fucking hard,” he rasped as the pleasure obliterated him. He cried out as he came, the thief massaging his pleasure spot until Owen felt broken, sated, and amazingly at peace.
Ian withdrew his finger and gently helped Owen relax on the bench. “Easy,” Ian murmured. Once again he took the soapy cloth and rubbed it over Owen’s body. Owen shivered when Ian wrapped it around his cock, still sensitive and semihard, not sure he could fuck again, though his body seemed to think he could.
“Good, huh?” Ian asked with cheeky humor.
“Shut up. I can’t move.” Owen groaned.
Ian laughed and knelt by him once more. “You’re still hard, studly.”
“I know. I’m not sure how. You sucked the cum from my body like a vacuum. Shit, Ian. That mouth. You’re amazing.”