After class, Flynn and Dylan headed straight home. As soon as they arrived at the apartment, Flynn went to get ready for a shower, still sticky with sweat from being outside.
Flynn noticed Dylan preparing as well, and suddenly, he remembered what had happened earlier in the pool area shower. A blush crept across his cheeks as he hesitated, taking slow, careful steps toward the bathroom. Dylan immediately noticed.
"Let's shower toge—" Dylan started, but Flynn dashed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him before he could finish.
Dylan knocked on the door. "Why is the door locked? We said we'd shower together, remember? We have a deal."
"Shower by yourself. I don't care about your deal," Flynn said, gripping the doorknob tightly to make sure Dylan couldn't open it.
After a few moments of silence outside, Flynn felt safe enough to start his shower. But as soon as he finished, he realized he hadn't brought a towel with him. He checked the bathroom cabinets—nothing.
There was no other choice but to open the door and ask Dylan for the towel. But he hesitated, as though there were a predator waiting just outside, ready to pounce the moment he stepped out, like he was prey trapped in its lair.
"D-Dylan! Are you there? There's no towel in here!" Flynn called from inside the bathroom, pressing his ear against the door to listen for any movement outside.
When he heard nothing, he assumed Dylan had left the room. Nervously pacing in the shower, completely naked, Flynn debated whether to open the door. Pressing his ear to listen once more, and hearing nothing, he finally swung the door open—only to freeze in shock.
Dylan was standing there, holding a towel.
Time seemed to stop. Flynn froze in surprise, while Dylan's eyes widened from what he saw. Flynn was completely naked, and his soft cock was fully exposed—something Dylan hadn't noticed when he had first entered the shower in school.
Dylan swallowed hard, his throat tightening. Who wouldn't be captivated by Flynn's body? Despite his slender frame, he was clearly lean, his chest and abs sculpted, skin smooth—and then... the sight of Flynn's smooth, flushed cock sent heat rushing through Dylan's body.
Noticing Dylan frozen, Flynn quickly grabbed the towel from his hands and wrapped it around his waist like a makeshift sarong.
"I-I'll go shower now..." Dylan stammered, retreating while his mind raced with dirty thoughts.
Flynn went straight to the bed, grabbed his bathrobe, slipped it on, and tossed the towel back to Dylan. "You're such a pervy idiot," Flynn murmured.
Dylan chuckled and finally headed to the bathroom to shower.
While Flynn was reading, his mind suddenly went blank the moment Dylan stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked. Water still clung to Dylan's skin as he towel-dried his damp hair, unfazed by his own nudity as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn't the first time Flynn had seen Dylan like this, yet he couldn't help but stare at his sculpted body. Broad chest, sharply defined abs, slightly flushed nipples, and smooth, pale skin that seemed to glow under the light.
Flynn swallowed hard when his eyes landed on Dylan's half-hard cock. In his entire life, he had never seen anything that big, with a glistening, pronounced head. Unknowingly, a sudden heat seemed to surge through his entire body at the sight before him.
Dylan just smirked when he noticed Flynn staring at him. He walked toward the end of the bed, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was completely naked. Flynn quickly returned his gaze to the book, pretending not to notice Dylan approaching.
After a moment, Dylan slowly crawled closer to Flynn until he was right above him. He reached for the book Flynn was holding and set it on the bedside table.
"W-what are you doing?" Flynn stammered.
Dylan continued moving closer until their faces were inches apart. Flynn immediately averted his gaze and squeezed his eyes shut, unable to handle the closeness and the warmth of Dylan's breath brushing his skin.
"You were so hot earlier. You've got me turned on again," Dylan murmured, running his hands along Flynn's legs, exposed from the bathrobe he was wearing.
Flynn immediately stopped him as he felt Dylan's hand inching toward his most sensitive area. "What are you planning now, Dylan? I'm telling you right now—stop whatever it is you're thinking," Flynn said firmly.
"Is that really what you want?" Dylan asked, and suddenly continued the journey of his hand—but Flynn tightened his grip, holding Dylan back.
"That's not what your little Flynn said," Dylan murmured, eyes fixed on Flynn's slowly awakening cock.
Flynn flushed violently. He didn't know why his body was reacting like this, but it seemed like Dylan's teasing was making him hard.
A moment later, Dylan could no longer hold back. He grabbed both of Flynn's hands, pinned them to the pillow, and immediately climbed on top of him.
"Dylan!" Flynn exclaimed.
"I'm sorry. I can't control myself anymore," Dylan said, leaning his face closer to Flynn's. Flynn immediately closed his eyes.
"Let me kiss you first," Dylan murmured, slowly pressing his lips against Flynn's.
Flynn didn't move, stubbornly keeping his mouth closed as Dylan kissed him. Even with his lips sealed, he could feel the softness of Dylan's—almost like a woman's lips—and the intoxicating scent of his breath. Aside from the forced kiss back when Dylan had kidnapped him, no man had ever kissed Flynn. And this kiss... this kiss wasn't rough. It wasn't forceful. It was slow. Careful. Deliberate. Addictive. Unknowingly, the smoothness of Dylan's lips stirred something deep inside him—an arousal he hadn't expected. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Flynn's lips began to part, giving in to the kiss.
Dylan's lips traced Flynn's lower lip, sucking gently before moving upward. Gradually, Flynn started returning the kiss, his hesitance melting into response. What began as tentative presses of lips soon became a torrid exchange, full of warmth and the soft, shared moans of desire.
Once Dylan felt that Flynn was comfortable, he released his hands and continued the journey of his hand toward Flynn's dick. Flynn immediately froze when Dylan finally touched him.
"W-wait... w-what are you going to do?" Flynn stammered, holding onto Dylan's hand.
"Aren't you going to help little Flynn out?" Dylan teased softly. "He's practically begging." His eyes flicked down.
Flynn's eyes immediately fell to his own erection, and it was only then that he realized just how hard he was. Dylan shifted to the side of Flynn and removed the bathrobe covering his body. Before him lay Flynn's naked form, fully exposed, and his cock standing at full attention.
Dylan's hand moved slowly over Flynn's cock, testing boundaries, feeling the tension beneath his fingers. At first, Flynn instinctively blocked him.
"Dylan... don't you think this is weird? We're both guys," Flynn said, struggling to hide his surprise and embarrassment.
Dylan's smirk only deepened. "Weird? Look at you... you're already so hard." His voice was teasing, almost coaxing. "Relax... I've got this," he added, gently pushing Flynn's hands aside and continuing the slow motion of his hand up and down Flynn's length.
Flynn could only place his hands on his forehead, closing his eyes, and let Dylan take control. In his entire life, no other man had ever touched his penis. At first, the sensation felt foreign and a little strange—but as Dylan's hand moved up and down, Flynn began to feel the stirrings of pleasure. He could feel the roughness of Dylan's hand, hardened from hours at the gym, and it sent unexpected shivers through him.
Even Dylan couldn't believe it himself. Never in his life had he imagined he'd be holding another man's cock, guiding it, and pleasuring it like this. Yet here he was, wetting his hand with saliva and continuing the motion, from the tip to the base, slowly and deliberately.
Flynn's body betrayed him, hips bucking slightly, feet kicking involuntarily. Dylan tightened his grip and increased the rhythm, and Flynn could no longer hide how good it felt. He gasped, clutching the bed as Dylan's hand drove him higher, his toes curling with each faster stroke.
He couldn't hold back the moans anymore. "Ugh... shit... faster... I'm close!" Flynn groaned, almost pleading.
To Dylan, Flynn's words and sounds were like music, urging him on.
When Flynn sensed he was about to cum, a sudden wave of shyness made him pull Dylan's hand away and take over, stroking himself frantically.
Dylan's cock was already hard and dripping with precum from his own arousal, desperate for release.
"Let's finish together," Dylan murmured, moving in sync with Flynn, their bodies attuned, hands and hips mirroring each other.
Moans and kisses mixed as they stroked and touched, escalating until Flynn's climax hit. "A-ahhh... shit!" he cried, spilling hot and thickly across his stomach and chest.
Seeing this only pushed Dylan over the edge. "Ughhh... fuck... yes... oh shit..." he groaned, releasing his own load, the warm spurt reaching his chest.
For a long moment, they just lay there, panting, hearts hammering, and sweat glistening on their skin. The room was heavy with the scent of sex. Their bodies were spent, legs trembling, exhausted from the intensity of their release. Their minds lingered on the heat, the friction, the closeness... a new, undeniable bond that left them both trembling and achingly satisfied.