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Sometimes, Things Just Happen
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M through R › Magnificent Seven
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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3,155
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Despite the late night and the alcohol, Vin was awake by 8 AM. Still, it was two hours later than he usually slept on Saturdays. He woke as the sunlight coming in through the east-facing window warmed his skin, the last bits of his dream fading as the bare white of the bedroom wall came into focus, leaving only the vague recollection of jade eyes, soft lips, and warm hands. He rolled onto his back and stretched, then sighed as he relaxed into the pillows. He had a hard-on, his mouth was sour, and he needed a shower.
He sighed again, uttering, "Ezra..." after a beat, and then a frustrated "Aaaggh..." He scrubbed his face with his hands and tussled his hair, as he sat up and got out of bed quickly.
He turned on the shower, and pissed while he was waiting for the water temperature to adjust. When he was done, he flushed the toilet, grabbed some soap, shampoo and conditioner from beneath the sink, and a washcloth from the towel holder, and stepped into the tub.
His mind was a bit foggy, though not as foggy as the mirror was becoming. His thoughts were not easy to control so soon after sleep, continuing in the vein of his half-remembered dream.
He lathered his hair without thought to what he was doing, rinsed it, applied conditioner and rinsed again. Then he washed his face with the bar soap and faced the shower spray to rinse off so he could open his eyes safely.
His mind was still thinking of the dream. Ezra was in that bed with him, touching him, telling him that he wanted him. He knew he had quickly become infatuated with Ezra, and that the infatuation was quickly becoming more than just that. The fact didn't bother him beyond the impracticality of it, the slim chance of it ever being requited and the dangers of their life working for the ATF.
As he soaped the rest of his body, Vin's movements slowed down, became sensuous. He thought of Ezra, of how he probably looked, sleeping right now just on the other side of the shower wall. Finished with cleaning himself, he wrapped his fingers around his half-hard cock and let his eyes roll shut. He thought of what it would be like for Ezra to be there with him, sharing the shower, as he had shared his bed in the dream.
He stroked himself slowly with soapy fingers, as the hot water cascaded over his shoulders, pretending that it was Ezra's hand he was feeling, that Ezra was pressed against his back, that he could feel his hot breath on the back of his neck, near his ear. He felt the phantom Ezra's kisses on his shoulders and groaned. He leaned his forehead against the cool, wet tiles of the shower wall and bit his bottom lip, breathing hard, as his fist tightened around his cock and he stroked it faster. Ezra's hand brushing across his abdomen, across his chest to one nipple and then the other, the skin pebbling and nerve endings tingling with pleasure. He could feel Ezra's hands and mouth and tongue becoming more persistent in their attentions across his shoulders, neck and torso. His breath hitched. He let out a whispered "Ezra," his eyes squeezed tight and brows knit together, and he groaned deep in his throat, as his cum splattered the wall tiles and tub. It was washed away by the shower spray within seconds and swirled down the drain beneath his feet, leaving Vin alone with his hand on his softening cock, breathing hard, under the cooling shower spray.
After a few moments, his breathing returned to normal. He cleared his throat and let his eyes flutter open. The ambient light from the fixtures in the bathroom was almost too bright for his eyes, his pupils dilated as they were, and he winced and blinked several times before they adjusted. He turned the water off, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off.
He opened the medicine cabinet, deciding to forgo shaving for the day, and pulled down a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush, still in its packaging, which he opened, tossing the empty wrapper into the garbage pale beside the toilet. He rinsed the toothbrush, applied toothpaste and began brushing. He rinsed, spit, and as he straightened up, he saw that the mirror had finally unfogged enough that he could look himself in the eyes. For a moment, he just stared, clenching his jaw and blinking, then said to his reflection, "You've got it bad, my friend." He shook his head once and pursed his lips. Turning away, he went to get dressed and see about breakfast.
Despite the late night and the alcohol, Vin was awake by 8 AM. Still, it was two hours later than he usually slept on Saturdays. He woke as the sunlight coming in through the east-facing window warmed his skin, the last bits of his dream fading as the bare white of the bedroom wall came into focus, leaving only the vague recollection of jade eyes, soft lips, and warm hands. He rolled onto his back and stretched, then sighed as he relaxed into the pillows. He had a hard-on, his mouth was sour, and he needed a shower.
He sighed again, uttering, "Ezra..." after a beat, and then a frustrated "Aaaggh..." He scrubbed his face with his hands and tussled his hair, as he sat up and got out of bed quickly.
He turned on the shower, and pissed while he was waiting for the water temperature to adjust. When he was done, he flushed the toilet, grabbed some soap, shampoo and conditioner from beneath the sink, and a washcloth from the towel holder, and stepped into the tub.
His mind was a bit foggy, though not as foggy as the mirror was becoming. His thoughts were not easy to control so soon after sleep, continuing in the vein of his half-remembered dream.
He lathered his hair without thought to what he was doing, rinsed it, applied conditioner and rinsed again. Then he washed his face with the bar soap and faced the shower spray to rinse off so he could open his eyes safely.
His mind was still thinking of the dream. Ezra was in that bed with him, touching him, telling him that he wanted him. He knew he had quickly become infatuated with Ezra, and that the infatuation was quickly becoming more than just that. The fact didn't bother him beyond the impracticality of it, the slim chance of it ever being requited and the dangers of their life working for the ATF.
As he soaped the rest of his body, Vin's movements slowed down, became sensuous. He thought of Ezra, of how he probably looked, sleeping right now just on the other side of the shower wall. Finished with cleaning himself, he wrapped his fingers around his half-hard cock and let his eyes roll shut. He thought of what it would be like for Ezra to be there with him, sharing the shower, as he had shared his bed in the dream.
He stroked himself slowly with soapy fingers, as the hot water cascaded over his shoulders, pretending that it was Ezra's hand he was feeling, that Ezra was pressed against his back, that he could feel his hot breath on the back of his neck, near his ear. He felt the phantom Ezra's kisses on his shoulders and groaned. He leaned his forehead against the cool, wet tiles of the shower wall and bit his bottom lip, breathing hard, as his fist tightened around his cock and he stroked it faster. Ezra's hand brushing across his abdomen, across his chest to one nipple and then the other, the skin pebbling and nerve endings tingling with pleasure. He could feel Ezra's hands and mouth and tongue becoming more persistent in their attentions across his shoulders, neck and torso. His breath hitched. He let out a whispered "Ezra," his eyes squeezed tight and brows knit together, and he groaned deep in his throat, as his cum splattered the wall tiles and tub. It was washed away by the shower spray within seconds and swirled down the drain beneath his feet, leaving Vin alone with his hand on his softening cock, breathing hard, under the cooling shower spray.
After a few moments, his breathing returned to normal. He cleared his throat and let his eyes flutter open. The ambient light from the fixtures in the bathroom was almost too bright for his eyes, his pupils dilated as they were, and he winced and blinked several times before they adjusted. He turned the water off, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off.
He opened the medicine cabinet, deciding to forgo shaving for the day, and pulled down a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush, still in its packaging, which he opened, tossing the empty wrapper into the garbage pale beside the toilet. He rinsed the toothbrush, applied toothpaste and began brushing. He rinsed, spit, and as he straightened up, he saw that the mirror had finally unfogged enough that he could look himself in the eyes. For a moment, he just stared, clenching his jaw and blinking, then said to his reflection, "You've got it bad, my friend." He shook his head once and pursed his lips. Turning away, he went to get dressed and see about breakfast.