"I can be whatever you want me to be, Jack."

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(Mature content)

Jack had never felt a rush like it. He felt like his adolescent self all over again, as those feelings he felt for Dexter were flooding into his system once again. 

He takes his hand, placing it around the back of Dexter's neck and without another moment's hesitation, he is pulling Dexter close. Their lips finally touch, warm, wet and made even wetter by the water pouring over them from above. Their bodies now press together. Skin on skin. 

Dexter wraps his arms around Jack's waist, pulling him so close to him, Their erections crash. He couldn't believe he had denied himself this for so long. Why had he been so arrogant? Why had he denied himself this moment? Why didn't he tell Jack all those years back how he really felt? That he wanted his friend just as much as he wanted him. His past fantasies of his Auben friend were so amazing that when faced with the possibility of reality, his sixteen year old brain wouldn't accept it. "Stupid" Dexter mumbles into the kiss. 

"Hmm?" Jack pulls himself away from the moment. He looks Dexter in the eyes. They seem stripped of all bitterness as they look puppy like back at him. "Who is stupid?" Did Dexter mean this was a mistake after all?" 

"Me Jack." Dexter says with a sorrowfulness in his voice. "I caused all of this. I made your life a living hell I..."

"Stop!" Jack puts a finger to Dexter's lips. "No more talk of the past. I'm done with it. "What matters is now." He leans forwards and once again takes ownership of Dexter's lips. The second time, just as much a thrill as the first as he slips his tongue deep inside, the sensation sending shivers down his spine and igniting the fire in his hardening erection. He feels their cocks rubbing together between them and it felt so good. 

Dexter's hands now move lower, his two hands now reside over the plump but firm buttcheeks which Jack possessed. He lets a hand glide down the centre, a finger meeting that place and then slowly pushing in. 

Jack pulls Dexter in a little tighter at the sudden intrusion. The only lubricant being the water raining down upon them, but it was enough as Jack once again gets distracted by the talented tongue Dexter possessed, which dances a delicious tango in his mouth with his own. 

Dexter wanted to run his tongue over Jack's body. To taste the man he had secretly longed for. He pulls back, mouth open, lips reddened, "Turn around." He demands, retracting his finger, as Jack gives a slight nod and turns to face the wall. 

Jack's erect tip brushes against the porcelain tiles as he turns to face them. His fingers spread out, palms pressed against the cool natural clay, as he anticipates Dexter's next move. 

Two hands are now felt, gliding over Jack's backside as soft kisses are placed on the nape of his neck. "I...I didn't know you could be so tender."  Jack breathes out, as he enjoyed the light sensitivity he was receiving. 

"I can be whatever you want me to be, Jack." Dexter utters in his ear,  before lightly nibbling on the shell. Jack's breath quickens at the sensation. 

He turns his head a little to see Dexter just in his vision over his shoulder. "I just want you to be you Dex. Fuck me how you wanna fuck me." Jack smiles. 

Dexter chuckles at the response. "Are you sure you will handle it?" 

Jack looks down at his own cock. It felt so hard, already dripping, he knew if Dexter was to lay just one finger on it, he would cum all over the tiles. "Just...take your time." Jack says under a low breath. He hears Dexter hum in response as he continues his gentle assault on Jack's neck, with his tongue now trailing over Jack's shoulder blades, shallow wet kisses being placed in between. 

Jack can feel Dexter getting lower and lower,  his fingers curl as he tries to claw at the tiles. Soon Dexter is on his knees. Jack can feel Dexter's warm breath over his skin...and then a tongue is placed at the base of Jack's spine, then slowly, it delves in between the plump cheeks...