Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(36)

"Come in," he said, moving back from the doorway.

Now that it was clean, the bathroom was kind of romantic. The tub was the centerpiece. Positioned in the floor's middle, it was one of Tony's left-by-the-curb rescues: a re-glazed cast iron clawfoot with a white shower curtain draped around it. Probably Tony's pack should have realized he was gay long before he told them. Instead, they'd assumed he was a packrat.

Chris stopped tugging his erection and came inside. "Nice," he said, taking in the space. He gripped the edge of the tub and gave it a testing pull. That the heavy basin didn't budge pleased him. "Sturdy."

Tony was too nervous and excited to come up with smart response. "I have lube in the medicine cabinet."

Chris's eyes were calm, only hinting at amusement. "You should probably get it out."

"I don't have to do this. You could--"

"No," Chris interrupted. "You want this, and I want you to have it. I want you to f*ck me. I'm not all one thing or another. You get to me. Everything you do gets to me."

The way he said this was so raw Tony shuddered. He knew exactly what Chris meant. He wanted him any time, any way, more than any person he'd ever met. He bit his lip and opened the cabinet.

When he turned back with the lubricant, Chris had shucked his briefs, stepped into the tub, and was cranking the water cocks open.


He smiled at Tony over his big deltoid. "Do my back?"

It was the most gorgeous naked back Tony had ever seen--his dream back, probably. Spray bounced off Chris's mile wide shoulders to run teasingly down his tapered lats.

"Yes," Tony said, suddenly feeling very lucky. "I want to do your everything."

He swung in behind him and grabbed the soap. The tub was a good size, but the two of them filled it up. With the curtain pulled closed around it and the shower pelting them with sound, it was an intimate enclosure. Chris rolled his neck with pleasure as Tony ran lathered hands up and down his satiny back muscles.

Chris didn't resist when Tony urged his arms upward.

"Grab the piping," he said.

Obedient for the time being, Chris's fingers wrapped the structure the curtain rings hung on.

"Will it hold?" he asked doubtfully.

"Enough to swing your weight on. I tested it."

"Enough to swing your weight on, you mean," Chris laughed.

Tony shuffled closer to nuzzle his wet shoulder. "You can tug it hard, big man. I don't build things that break."

Chris stopped laughing and shivered. Liking that, Tony mouthed and growled into his warm neck muscle. Necks meant things to their animal halves--vulnerability, for one thing. Admiring how strong Chris's was, Tony circled his chest with his arms, soaping his broad pectorals and ribs. The tiger's nipples had drawn into hard points. When he moved restlessly in response to Tony pulling them, the cleft of his soapy ass brushed Tony's erection.

"Mm," Chris sighed. "You feel good against me."

Tony gave in and grabbed the object of his desires, pulling his slippery hands slowly up Chris's erection. The thick shape of it felt wonderful: the rim, the veins, the curve of the head and the strut beneath. His balls practically invited a gentle going over. Seeming to agree that this was a good idea, Chris widened his stance and made a purring sound. Tony ran three slick finger pads behind the swaying sac, over Chris's perineum.

Chris grunted, his head falling back onto Tony's shoulder.

"More," he urged, his wet hair clinging to Tony. "I love you rubbing me there."

Because it was easier to reach from the other side, Tony shifted his right hand back to massage the firm stretch of flesh between his balls and hole. There were nerves underneath that skin that connected to his penis. Chris arched unselfconsciously to give him more access. Tony took the invitation to press harder. Chris's spine writhed with luxuriant enjoyment.

He made Tony feel like he was good at this.

"Do you want my fingers in you first?"

Tony didn't expect his voice to break. When it did, Chris glanced back at him and smiled. The curve of his lips was both sensual and devilish. "I'd like it," he assured him. "And you can get a feel for the territory."

The territory certainly intrigued him. Fortunately, Chris was relaxed. Tony slid two fingers slowly in with no trouble. The tiger's passage was smooth and tight. Tony remembered how Chris had scissored his fingers apart to stretch him.

"Shit," Chris gasped, his back arching.

"Is that good?" Tony asked, thinking he recognized the reaction. His cock thought Chris was enjoying it. It was throbbing, nearly touching his belly.

Chris groaned and pushed closer. "Just don't . . . give me too much of that. I want to come with you in me."

Smiling, Tony stroked his fingers out and in again. "I thought you weren't going to be bossy."

"Just--" Chris squirmed and groaned some more "--expressing a preference."

Tony withdrew his fingers. Chris made a sound that, if you stretched it, could have been a whimper.

"You lube me up," Tony said.

Chris turned at his peremptory tone. His eyes were burning, their lids hooded. Looking authoritative was a challenge when you weren't the tallest, but Tony tried his best.

Giving in, Chris held out his hand for the tube of lubricant.