Dad Bods {ManXMan} NaNoWriMo 2018✔

{TWENTY-SIX}

{TWENTY-SIX}

"If you don't stop it right now, I'm going to leave!" I shouted at Scott from across the apartment my arms tight across my chest as I looked over to the younger man.

"Fine, leave I won't stop you." He shot back.

I narrowed my eyes, before bolting across the room to pick up one of the many newspaper balls that he had been throwing at me, I started to aim at him when I was hit with the cork of a wine bottle, right in the middle of my forehead. And then I heard the sweetest sound as Scott burst out laughing, He had to hold himself up by the kitchen table. "Oh my God. You should have seen your face."

I laughed along with him, dropping the paper ball and flopping onto the couch. Apparently, Scott had spent the morning while I was in bed making balls out of old newspaper he had lying around, and when I got up he started a war. And an hour later, here we are. Covered head to toe in water, from his sink, and flour. I'm not sure when we got to the kitchen and just started throwing stuff at each other.

Scott came over to the couch and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. "You're cleaning my couch if you get it dirty." He scolded, a smirk playing on his lip. I couldn't take him seriously because his head looked like a baking accident gone wrong. Which only made me laugh again. "Do you want to have a shower with me?"

My heart stopped, my laughing stopped with it. A shower, something so small. Yeah, I've seen Scott naked when we've changed. But I've been living with him for a week and we've yet to get intimate. Not that a shower automatically means sex, but we'd be a lot closer than we normally are when we have no clothes on.

"Um."

"You don't have to say yes, I have two showers, I just thought it would be nice." He was getting awkward again, his fingers fidgeting in my hold. I could tell he didn't want me to say no. I didn't want to say no. But I couldn't help but feeling like it wasn't the best idea. Why? I wasn't totally sure. I just, I was scared.

"Of course, why waste water?" I smiled, kissing his forehead before walking around him, lifting my shirt over my head.

I was nervous. But I tried to not let it show, I was getting myself all worked up for no reason. And even if there was a reason, nothing bad would come from it.

It only took seconds for Scott to race me to the bathroom, laughing as he zoomed past me, I chuckled, watching him shimmy out of his shirt before reaching over and turning the shower on, testing the water before turning towards me, "Need a hand?" He grinned, gesturing to my pants, an evil glint in his eyes. And now there wasn't a doubt in my mind where this shower was going to take us. I lifted a brow to him, before smirking and undoing my pants, watching him mimic my movements until both our legs were bare, leaving us standing in front of each other in our briefs.

I made a move for him, but he took a step back, grinning at me, daring me. I grinned back, taking another step towards him, I took him by the waist, pushing him into the shower until he was pressed up to the far wall. There was a little shock from the waters spray when it first hit us, Scott let out a gasp, either from the shock of the shower, the shock from me pushing him, or both. Either way, I had him right where I wanted him.

His grin was gone, his face serious now as we locked eyes with each other. It only took me a moment to compose myself and capture his lips.

The kiss was intense, Scott's leg lifted as he wrapped it around one of my own. My only regret is that we didn't take off our underwear before I pushed him in. But that wasn't a problem as I felt Scott's hands slowly move their way down my chest and to my waistline, his fingers playing with the band of my tight gray briefs.

I travelled my lips from his mouth down to his jaw, and my heart beat jumped into high gear at the sounds of Scott moan, it was light, it was airy, but it was everything I had needed.

I was pressing into him when his hand slipped my briefs down, I stepped out of them carefully, my lips not leaving his neck.

I felt a told pass through my body when Scott's hand found its way to my hardened length, his hand from around it, so much so that I had to stop what I was doing to look at the younger male, whose eyes were trained on mine, watching my reaction, making sure what he was doing was okay.

Which it was, it was more than ok.

I bit back a moan until Scott started to move his hand along me, fingers moving magically around me, his lips trailed my neck now, as it was my turn to moan under the spray of water.

His lips worked lower, and lower until his lips were at my navel, a shiver ran through me as I looked down to him, his eyes peeking up at me, the water started to get cold, I reached over to turn the spray off, another shiver running through me as Scott smirked up at me, kissing down further until I was fully engulfed in his warm mouth.

I took his hair in my hold as his mouth worked around me, my back now pressed to the shower wall, my own sounds echoing off the walls. I forced my eyes to stay on Scott, watching him as he took his time, teasing and taunting me. His tongue would dart out, licking under before he would put it all in his mouth again, and each time I would pull his hair, which was always greeted with a greedy moan from Scott.

We lasted in the shower stall for fifteen minutes before we moved to have a real shower, which turned into him washing me and me watching him 'wash' himself.

That night as we both laid in bed, tangled my our legs in sheets, our bodies pressed together, finally have been able to put everything aside and have our moment together I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was.

What would you guys say if Eric got his own, stand-alone story?