Exhaustion seemed to sit heavy on Brennan's shoulders as he walked towards his room. Every muscle in his body seemed to scream with pain, protesting at the prolonged fight with Eckhart's goons that afternoon. Now tired, dirty, and incredibly weary, all he wanted to do was grab a shower, hit his bed then sleep the sleep of the dreamless.
Pushing open his bedroom door with a kick, Brennan bypassed his bed and moved straight to the bathroom, unable to wait any longer to get clean and warm. Turning on the shower, he checked the temperature, smiling as the warm water hit his hand.
Leaving the water to warm more Brennan began to strip, every movement slow and deliberate in detriment to his exhausted state. A blue silky shirt was unbuttoned, the material sliding from his body in soft sleek waves. Pants were next-- leather -- pulled from long legs, to land in a heap next to the blue shirt, joining the boots that had been kicked off as he walked through the door.
Carefully removing his leather wristband and necklace, Brennan made sure they were safe, until; at last, he stood only in black boxers. The material clung to every curve, accenting his semi hard cock as he walked to the shower. Deciding that the water temperature was perfect, he bent and slowly pulled the shorts down, sighing as he felt damp air hit cold skin.
Pushing the shorts aside with his foot, Brennan turned and stepped under the spray. The water pummelled his shoulders, beating on his skin in pounding waves. Droplets of water slid down his body, gleaming as they slipped over hard muscles. Dipping his neck, Brennan stood, head bowed as the water cascaded over him, hair jet black against his face.
Standing like that Brennan watched as dirt and blood washed down the drain, evidence of his bad day. Content for now just to stand under the hot jets of water, he groaned as his whole body relaxed under the hot spray. Straightening, he pushed dripping hair from his forehead before grabbing a sponge that he quickly covered in shower gel.
With light strokes Brennan ran the sponge over his body, leaving bubble trails, stark against brown skin. Leisurely he soaped everywhere, -- arms, legs, body-- until he was left stroking between his legs. Measured strokes going from his ass to his dick, strokes that made him as hard as stone.
Groaning with desire, Brennan dropped the sponge, gasping as water hit his sensitised cock. Every drop sent a spark of desire through his body, causing him to blindly thrust out a hand against the wall to steady himself. Eyes closed, head thrown back, Brennan wallowed in the feelings that assaulted his body, smiling slightly as a muffled moan was heard.
"You know, one of these days you'll just walk through the door, instead of phasing through the wall."
Brennan smiled to himself as he listened to Jesse walk further into the room. He didn't have to have his eyes open to know that the blonds face would be flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.
"Now where would the fun be in that? We've got adjoining rooms, I might as well make use of the fact."
Opening his eyes, Brennan saw Jesse was just outside the shower, a huge grin on his face. Slicking his hair back once again, he slowly ran his hand down his naked torso, until he held his erect cock once again.
"See something you like? Maybe you want to join me, make sure I get really clean.
Slowly pumping his weeping cock, Brennan watched as Jesse quickly removed his clothes. A sweater was pulled over his head and thrown on to the pile in the corner, quickly joined by pants, socks, shoes and boxers. The haste amused Brennan, making him smile, until seconds later his hand was gently removed from his cock when Jesse entered the cubical.
"That's my job Bren. I've waited all day to do this. God I got so horny watching you this morning in the dajo. Then I thought I'd lost you this afternoon when those fuckers had you surrounded. I can't lose you Brennan, I love you too much for that to happen."
Jesse's eyes had filled with tears as he talked, causing Brennan's heart to swell as he realised just how much he was loved. Pulling Jesse close, Brennan wrapped him in a hug, bodies mashed together as the water rained on them both. Softly, voice little more than a whisper, Brennan began to talk.
"You're not going to lose me Jess, no way, I'm not going to let that happen. You've got me for good now. I love you, just know that...even though you do keep walking through my walls."
Laughing as the sombre mood was broken Brennan pulled Jesse closer still, capturing his mouth for a searing kiss. Feeling hands run down his back, he gasped as he felt Jesse's hands stop at his ass, then moaned as he felt a slick finger invade his body, a moan that turned into a sigh of disappointment as the finger was removed as Jesse pulled back from the kiss.
"It's okay Bren, I just want you to turn around. Told you I wanted you; want to be in you now. I need to know you're here. Need to know you're really okay. Here put your hands there and lean a little."
Brennan turned and placed his hands where Jesse had indicated. In this position his head was out of the spray while his body was still slick with water. Jesse had moved behind him, running a hand gently across the tattoo that adorned Brennan's back. Anticipating that fingers would be used again, Brennan had to bite back a cry as Jesse dropped to his knees, and after gently pulling his cheeks apart, stuck his tongue hard into Brennan. The sensation was exquisite, so intense that Brennan had to bite back scream after scream as Jesse licked and tongue fucked him into oblivion.
Panting hard Brennan could only groan as Jesse stood up.
"I'm not going anywhere hot stuff. Just wanna fuck you now. Wanted to do this all day, bury myself in you. Just you and me, no Eckhart, no fuckin GSA agents. I want you Brennan, and I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll be reminded of it for weeks."
Voice harsh with arousal Jesse had grabbed hold of Brennan's hips, and with one brutal thrust had pushed his weeping cock hard until he was nestled tight against Brennan. The elemental was gasping for breath, chest heaving as he rode the feeling of fullness inside him. The pain/pleasure was exquisite, then magnified as Jesse pulled out slightly before slamming back in, on an angle designed to strike against Brennan's prostate.
It was almost too much, as Jesse fucked him hard and fast. Brennan could feel his orgasm building as Jesse thrust into him, harder and harder. Words of love and desire were flowing from Jesse, barely audible for the harsh breathing of both men
"Love you Brennan...love you so much...love fucking you...you're so pretty...so beautiful...but you're mine...will always be mine...I'll never leave you."
Over and over the words were spoken, as Jesse speeded up once more. Brennan could feel his own climax surge, crashing over him as Jesse screamed his own completion with one last brutal thrust. A thrust that was the undoing of them both, as both men slid to the slick floor in a tangle of legs and arms, climax robbing them of any strength.
Later, minutes maybe hours later, Brennan woke up to the feel of tepid water flowing over his body. His ass stung, and his legs were cramped from being curled on the cold floor. Jesse was asleep next to him, groin pressed against Brennan's leg, arm curled round his own arm.
Groaning as the individual aches clamoured for attention, Brennan leaned over and gave Jess a gentle shake.
"Jess, Jesse, come on, we have to get up."
Slowly Jesse's eyes opened, and a grin of resignation broke over his face when he saw their location.
"Passed out in your shower again I see. This time you can explain to Shalimar why there's no hot water left. I still haven't recovered after last time.
Pushing at Jesse's back to get him moving, Brennan sat up and fixed the mutant with a stern glare.
"Oh no you don't. We wouldn't be in this position if you wouldn't keep phasing through my walls. You phase in here, you tell Shalimar."
Face set in acceptance Jesse stood then reached down to pull Brennan up.
"Okay, okay. I'll do it, but later right. I think we'd better get dry now, prune is so not a good look on you."
Laughing, Brannan allowed himself to be pulled up before giving Jesse a mock punch to the chest. He was still tired, still cold and now his ass hurt, but strangely as he and Jesse wrapped themselves in huge towels before snuggling on the bed, he'd never felt better.
Created on ... April 29, 2003