The heat was what woke Ethan. His skin was damp, his tan limbs tangled in the white sheets. The sun had risen, and its solid rays touched him in a dozen places. However, that was not the only source of heat. Below him, also tangled in the sheets, Bryce lay against him. He still slept, snoring softly. His hair had become a tangled mess in the night, and a hint of stubble had appeared on his chin.
My, my. Don't you look relaxed
Ethan thought.
Well, most of you
Bryce's naked cock lay against Ethan's thigh, fully hard. Occasionally, Bryce would move against him, and Ethan could feel Bryce's cock twitch against his skin. Ethan couldn't help but pull the sheets back and take a peek. It was the first time that he had truly seen Bryce's cock in clear lighting. Nestled in unruly brown pubic hair, its pink tip very slightly wet, it looked delicious. Ethan was considering sliding below the sheet to get a taste when he felt Bryce's breathing shift. He grunted, turning slightly, and his eyes slowly creaked open.
A low rumble erupted from Bryce's chest. He threw an arm over his eyes to block out the light and groaned. "S'warm."
Ethan found himself chuckling. Something about Bryce, besides his obvious assets, was endearing. Ethan sighed before rolling out of bed. His feet struck the floor lightly.
"Much as I would love a romantic day in bed, I want to shower even more." Bryce's eyes followed him as Ethan, stark naked, did a full-body stretch. His muscles pulled taught as he went up onto his tiptoes, feeling the satisfying pop of joints shifting into place. Ethan caught Bryce staring pointedly at his cock and winked. Turning on his heel, he went into the suite bathroom.
The suite's attached bathroom was about the same size as the one Ethan had used for most of the trip. The key difference was a large walk-in shower in place of the tub. The shower door was wide and made of unfrosted glass. A rainfall showered, and an interior composed of faux marble tiles awaited him.
Ethan moaned contentedly when the hot water hit him. The pressure was strong, spraying him like a fire hose. Almost immediately, steam began to drift out of the bathroom and back toward the bedroom through the door he'd left open.
Bryce came in just after Ethan had finished shampooing. He stood on the other side of the glass, still naked and watching silently. Ethan let him. He enjoyed the idea of being watched. He could feel the mounting pressure that had nothing to do with the water beating down on him.
Ethan wasn't quite sure what to expect. They had definitely crossed a boundary the previous night. Bryce seemed relaxed when he woke up, but Ethan could vividly remember the fights with Kat that had cropped up again and again this week. Was he about to start panicking or blaming Ethan for everything that had happened? Ethan didn't feel equipped to manage a full-scale meltdown from a fully grown man who had recently discovered an affinity for gay sex.
Bryce's cock was still hard, pointing up and away from his body. How the fuck was it so big? Ethan felt himself getting hard too. Returning Bryce's stare, he ghosted his hands along his torso, circling his nipples and shuddering at the sensation. He turned his back to Bryce, running his hands along his hips and stopping just above the swell of his ass.
Ethan smirked when he heard the shower door open. His mirth was short-lived, however, because a moment later Bryce had seized him by the throat from behind. Ethan went very still, feeling a strange mix of fear and arousal. He was acutely aware of the sheer size of Bryce.
"I'm awake now," Bryce grunted into his ear. "You think you're funny, huh? Got yourself some dick just like you wanted?"
Ethan nodded slowly, growing more confident. The obvious body language being put on display meant he had to be careful, but something was nagging at his mind. He'd discovered days ago that Bryce liked mouthiness. "I mean, you can't expect a dog to turn down a bone."
Bryce's grip tightened. "A dog with a bone. That's what you call it when you fuck your friend's fiancé? You've totally fucked up my relationship."
"You don't even like Kat. You fight all the fucking time," Ethan snapped back without missing a beat. "If you expect me to apologize, don't. I wanted that dick, so I took it. Took it right out from under Kat's nose." Ethan snorted, getting water in his nose in the process.
"That's what it's all about, then? You wanted to steal me away from her?" Bryce asked. His voice was quiet, his tone furious. "You've been after my dick this whole trip?"
"No, not the whole trip." Ethan responded. His blood was pounding in his ears. The shower was hot, and Bryce gripping him by the throat was strangely hotter.
Guess I am learning new things about myself today
"I've been after your dick," Ethan carried on, "since I realized Kat was being a selfish bitch, keeping you all pent up like that." He inclined his head backward and caught Bryce's eye. Bryce's eyes were stormy, his hair soaked.
"You just had to get fucked by me of all people? You're a real piece of work," Bryce snapped.
"Yeah, yeah," Ethan waved a dismissive hand. "I'm a piece of shit for giving you desperately needed relief. But you wanna know something, Bryce?"
Bryce said nothing, glaring at him. Ethan took his lack of a response as permission. He smiled his most endearing smile.
"I may be a dog, but you must be something worse. Your cock is still hard."
The world blurred as suddenly, Ethan's face was pressed against the tile. Bryce held him in an astonishingly strong grip. Ethan moved to protest, and then he realized that Bryce had placed his cock at his hole and was pushing inside.
"Wait, I-"
"Shut up, bitch," Bryce grunted. "Your hole is still stretched from last night. Don't even try to tell me you aren't desperate for this cock."
Ethan groaned as Bryce invaded him. His ass was both jumping for joy and cringing in horror at the sensation. Bryce impaled Ethan fully, all the way to the hilt, and it felt like he was pushing up against Ethan's ribs.
Bryce didn't wait. He immediately pulled back before sliding home again. Ethan whined at the invasion, pulling away slightly. Bryce's other hand pressed flat against Ethan's stomach, keeping him there.
"No, you fucking don't," Bryce swore, pulling almost all the way out before smoothly slamming back in. He had abandoned any pretense of taking it slow and was fucking Ethan hard. As hard as, if not harder, than the night before.
