Steve came to slowly, the sunlight streaming through the curtains bringing him from sleep. Looking around, it took him a minute to remember where he was, and when he did he found himself recalling the previous night and how he found himself, lying naked in another man's bed. Smiling to himself, he stretched out, the cool air causing goose bumps on his bare skin, and looked over to the other side of the bed. All that greeted him was the indentation on the mattress, proof that someone had been there but had risen previously.
Rolling onto his side to get out, the motion causing the warm ache in his ass to grab his attention, he stepped out of the bed. Realising he stood stark naked he looked down over his body, stiff in places where cum had dried to his body and pulled at his skin as he moved. The stickiness of sweat from the night's exertions covered his body, and he decided he needed a shower to clean off.
Not knowing where to go, he exited the bedroom, and started down the hallway. He could hear someone moving around in the kitchen, but instead he found the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. Stepping across to the stand-alone shower, he grabbed a handy towel and placed it nearby, stepping inside the cubicle, where in one corner there was a tiled corner with gels on.
Turning to the shower, he played with the dials for a moment before getting a lovely stream of warm water, and for a moment, closed his eyes and luxuriated in the feel of the warm water on his body as it ran down. Almost without conscious thought, his mind drifted to last night, the feeling of his first time with a guy. In response to his unconscious thought, his hand drifted down, and he began to play with himself for a moment, before reaching around and slow inserting a finger into his ass. In his mind, his finger became Phil's cock, and he slowly probed in and out, imagining the other guy thrusting into him once more as he had last night.
Phil was preparing breakfast when he heard Steve arise. He was slightly shocked when he didn't come into the kitchen, but he realised why when a moment or two later he heard the sound of the shower being turned on. Smiling to himself, he quickly left what he was doing, and slipped out of his dressing gown, the only item of clothing he currently had on, and made his way to the bathroom. Slipping through the door, he paused as he saw Steve's silhouette through the glass of the shower, fogged through steam, and smiled to himself as he watched Steve toy with his own ass.
Steve was immersed under the warm water from the shower, the running water loud in his ears, and he didn't hear the bathroom door open. Not that he would have paid much attention if he had, lost in the daydream and the attention of his own hand, a second finger had joined the first as his ass widened in response. Neither did he hear the shower door open, but sensed a presence behind him and started to turn, fingers popping out of his ass, but before he did, Phil came up behind him, and pulled him close, not allowing him to turn.
"Morning sexy," he whispered into Steve's ear, as he nuzzled the other man's neck, "you know that you don't have to do that yourself."
"Hey," Steve replied, closing his eye to the gentle attention of Phil's lips. They stood there, Phil's hands running up and down Steve's arms, caressing them gently as he continued to kiss his neck. Steve had his head tipped back in pleasure, enjoying the feel of the other man's body up tight behind him. Phil's cock was growing hard, and could feel it lengthening up against his ass, slipping and sliding across his cheeks from the moisture of the shower.
Gently, he began to rub his body up and down the other man's, feeling the hard flesh rubbing against his skin as he moved up and down. After a few moments of this, Phil spun him round, so they were facing each other. Steve opened his eyes, squinting through the water than ran down him face and smiled at the other man. Not helping himself, he glanced down between them where both their dicks were pressed up against each other, pressed solid against their bellies, slipping and sliding across each other.
Without speaking, Phil pulled him into a short but passionate kiss, before grabbing the shower gel, and slowly lathering it up. Rubbing his hands together, he began to rub them over Steve's body, fingers massaging the gel into his skin, feeling the muscles tense and contract under his touch.
He let his fingers take their time, rubbing every inch of skin. Once he had done, steve did the same, gently rubbing over Phil's torso, enjoying the feel of the muscles beneath his fingers. Slowly, he worked his way downwards, fingers tracing over Phil's abs. He knew where his hand was heading, almost of its own accord, and he let it take its course.
