His central focus was on getting in that shower, keeping the water cool and going back to his motel room and away from everyone for a few hours until the whirlwind started all over again tomorrow. He could work fast, rashly, while Jason moved more methodically. He pulled his jeans down and folded them in half and laid them over the nearby bench while James just tore his off and kicked them aside. Or the shower being taken away from him again. He lifted one leg and took one sock off, then the other, just left in his underwear, same as Jason.
James quickly rid himself of that last shred of fabric as Jason shot him a scathing look;James grabbed a neatly folded, dry towel, moved past him and whipped open the shower curtains, not caring that Jason would have to wait.
Good, actually—James should always be before him. A subpar replacement? James stepped back, shocked at this uncharacteristic display of defiance and aggression, and Jason stepped in, naked and demanding space.
James sputtered and backed into the tiles first, totally thrown off. If Jason was asking to get his ass kicked, he was really doing it in the worst place possible. Jason opened one eye and smirked , then laughed.
James stayed with his back against the tiles, confused and feeling way too exposed. What was happening? Newkid was the one who should be backed into a corner. James never let him. Jason guffawed and turned his upper body to grab the mini bottle of body wash Lars, or maybe Kirk, had left behind. It was impossible not to look. James drank in all that glossy, fair skin; he watched Jason stroke down his tight stomach to his narrow hips, watched those sudsy hands work slightly into his pubic hair, around his dick and then down to his balls.
He just hopes the water heater keeps up with his languid pace. He traces the lines of his body, teasing and pulling until his cock is thick and heavy in his hand, standing proudly out from his body. He watches the water run down the shaft, mingling with the fluid slowly forming at the tip when he squeezes.
Once the conditioner is rinsed from his hair, he reaches out of the shower to grab the bottle of lube, pumping a line down the length of his cock and spreading it around with a loose grip, thrusting gently into his own hand at the sensation.
David braces one hand against the wall of the shower and starts working himself in earnest, pulling at his cock and squeezing gently every time the tight ring of his thumb and pointer reaches the head, watching it flush a deep purple with every pull. His imagination is a blank slate, unable or unwilling to conjure up an image to bring himself off to, content to revel in the rough sensation of his thumb rubbing over the very tip of his dick, the deeply pleasurable ache of his hand gripping at his balls and tugging gently.
He can feel the orgasm building in his belly, heat pooling in his groin, and he lets out a low moan on the next slow pull of his cock, squeezing at the base and watching a bead of pre-come form at the top, washed away by the shower spray. He adds a little more lube to his palm, spreading it around the head of his cock and tugging at himself with purpose.
He strokes himself through the aftershocks into the first hints of overstimulation, letting the water wash the mess from his hand. He rinses himself off quickly, stepping out of the shower and wrapping himself in every towel he can lay his hands on. He stares at himself in the fogged mirror and makes himself a promise. Patrick giggles and swats his hand away, undoing his zipper and sighing when David immediately shoves a hand over his underwear to palm at his cock.
David had plans, plans that involved grinding against Patrick and sucking bruises into his collarbone that he could press his thumbs into next time they found true privacy. Patrick groans above him and David chuckles to himself softly. He loves this, loves the intimacy of his mouth on Patrick, the smell of him, the taste of him flooding his senses. When Patrick finally finds his rhythm, David moans around his cock, grinding down a little into the seat beneath him to kickstart the process of getting himself off.
Patrick reaches out to help and David shakes his head. Fully dressed and still catching his breath, David rolls the window down a couple of inches, shivering when the breeze rushes through the thick, sex-tinged air surrounding them.
He deserves it. Patrick rolls him onto his back and leans over to pull the drawer of his nightstand open, pulling out a bottle of lube and brandishing it like a trophy. I just want you. Fuck, Patrick, just fuck me, please.
David feels his eyes roll back in his head and loses himself in the pleasure flooding through him, his muscles loose with alcohol and arousal. He wants to see this. He wants this to be one of his first memories of the new year.
When Patrick comes, he loses himself to it, letting the feeling roll through his body until he's shivering with overstimulation. Patrick stares down at him with an incredulous look on his face, softened by the alcohol and the orgasm. He finally locates the keyring in the inside pocket of his jacket, getting the door to the apartment open and shoving Patrick through it.
First New Years as huuuussbaannds! He wants to, god, he wants to. His mouth is open, already snoring slightly. David strips out of the rest of his own clothes, dumping them all in the hamper and pulling out a fresh set of pajamas for both him and Patrick.
He figures Patrick can put on his own shirt if he gets cold, folding it and leaving it on the nightstand. As soon as he manages to get them both snuggled in, Patrick rolls onto his side and curls up against David, pressing sleepy kisses against his neck. After having copious of luncheon food shoved down her gullet, Alex could only lean back against the wall and enjoy the embarrassing feelings brewing in her gut.
She rested a hand on her belly and felt all those foodstuffs packed tightly win her stomach walls. Giving it a quick rub helped but it was far beyond redemption. The Lucario was big before, opting into comfortable hoodies and sweatpants to avoid her huge curves from being very noticeable when moving from class to class.
Those bullies knew that and decided to make it an unavoidable school attraction. The now 40lb weight resting on her middle threatens to bring her sloshing to the ground as it emits loud, guttural, gurgling noises that could be heard by everyone in the room. A particularly deep scratch caused her to let loose a low moan of satisfaction along with a loud belch much to her dismay. Approaching with even more food, they held her against the wall forcing her jaws open as she resigns herself to her fate.
The other students dare not interfere as they didn't want to be subjected to Alex's torment staying deathly quiet as loud glorps and gulps rang out from behind the group stuffing her face.