Soap & Denial
"Sit down, Noah. I’ll wash your back."
"Ehh!? N-no, it’s fine! I can do it myself!"
"Don’t be stupid. Your leg’s broken. You’ll hurt yourself again. Sit."
Marcus’s voice was firm, and Noah sat down on the folding chair in the bathroom.
Two days ago, Noah had fractured his right leg and sprained his left wrist. It was not serious enough for surgery, but he still couldn’t walk properly,and his daily life had become difficult. Marcus, his senior from work, had been helping him out.
Still, having help even in the bath was embarrassing.
"You hurt yourself training too much, right? Well, think of this as a reward."
Marcus rubbed the sponge until it foamed and spread the soap over Noah’s small body.
"I-I only know how to be serious… waah—"
Marcus’s hand brushed his lips, leaving soap on them. Bubbles ran down across his body.
"Don’t push yourself too hard," Marcus said as he carefully washed Noah’s back.
It was smooth and young, so different from his own skin in his thirties.
"I’ll be fine. I want to get strong, like you, Marcus."
But when the sponge passed down to the small of Noah’s back, Marcus’s hand stopped.
"Marcus…?"
"Damn… your back is solid."
He dropped the sponge and began to stroke Noah’s back with his big hand, still covered in foam.
His rough hand moved up from his waist to his shoulder, slow and steady.
"Ah…" Noah trembled when Marcus’s touch slid up his side.
"Sorry… that sounded weird."
Marcus grinned. "Muscles need massage too."
His calloused hand kept moving along Noah’s body. Every touch made Noah shiver, goosebumps rising.
The soap clung to his skin and refused to leave.
When Marcus’s fingers caught on Noah’s nipple, he gasped.
"Mm…" Noah moaned, trembling against Marcus’s hand.
Marcus’s hot breath brushed his neck.
"Nice voice. Let me hear more," he whispered, lips close to his ear.
Both of Marcus’s hands came around to Noah’s chest, circling and teasing.
"Aah… haah…" he gasped, his voice breaking with need.
The smell of soap mixed with Noah’s heavy breathing. His body shivered, heat gathering low in his stomach.
The bubbles should have hidden it, but his erection pushed up, impossible to miss.
Marcus chuckled. "Cute face… but you’re hard down there, huh?"
Blushing, Noah tried to turn away, but Marcus’s hand slipped lower. He stroked over Noah’s ribs, his firm stomach, and down to his navel.
Noah’s breath quickened. He wanted more—he wanted Marcus to touch him further.
"You can’t wait, can you?"
Marcus pressed his palm against Noah’s lower stomach, while his other hand toyed with his nipples, rubbing them slowly.
"Y-yes…" Noah’s voice broke with shame.
Marcus smiled, satisfied, and slowly let his hand drift down.
"Ah… ah…" he panted, his eyes closing.
Each centimeter lower made Noah moan. Marcus’s fingers brushed through the curls at his base, then finally touched him, tracing down to the tip.
"Haa…" Noah shuddered.
Marcus rubbed the head gently, slick with pre-cum. The foam mixed with slippery warmth as he began to stroke.
Noah’s hips shook uncontrollably. His lips parted, drool threatening to spill.
"That expression… drives me crazy… but I won’t let you go over the edge."
Marcus’s rough voice trembled as he stopped his hand. He held Noah’s hips firmly, fighting his own heat.
"I… I can’t…" Noah whimpered.
"Time to rinse off," Marcus said.
"W-what…?" Noah stammered, his voice cracking.
Marcus picked up the showerhead and poured hot water over him. The soap slid away, leaving Noah’s flushed body exposed.
His erection still stood tall, more obvious now without the foam.The scent of soap still lingered, mixing with the burning heat inside him.
Denied release, his hips twitched helplessly.
He looked up at Marcus with pleading eyes.
"I’m burning up inside…" Marcus murmured, his amber eyes locked on Noah’s blue.
"that’s what drives us crazy, isn’t it?"
Marcus’s own body was tense, his desire just as clear, his breath ragged and hot.
