Sean pressed his chest against Nate's, closing his eyes and burying his head in the nape of Nate's neck. Kissing and playfully nipping his throat as water poured over them. Sean's body paused in the middle of a kiss to Nate's shoulder, upon feeling Nate's hands touch his shoulders. Nate tilted his head away, exposing his throat more. While his hands ventured over his shoulders to let his fingers trail up the back of Sean's neck and up into his hair. Nate's embrace was loose enough that it didn't hinder Sean when he decided to move lower. Nate's hands simply moved out of his hair and back to his shoulders. Sean kissed his way down from Nate's shoulder to his chest. Pulling Nate just an inch or two more under the water, until it ran down his smooth chest perfectly like a thin veil. Sean held tightly onto Nate's waist to keep him still, leaning in to drag his tongue longingly over one of his nipples.

Nate's hands squeezed his shoulders with a sharp inhale. Nate's nipple perked up just after Sean's tongue flicked off it. Nate clearly wasn't used to the feeling, because he flinched and started to move a hand to protect it. Only Sean was much closer. Pressing his lips over it, Sean suckled it teasingly. Nate resisted, trying to move away as his torso tensed up. Sean didn't force it. Moving quickly off to the center of his chest to place more soothing kisses there. He was so used to his Ex's liking it that it never dawned on him that Nate might not be comfortable with it. Nate's hand pressed firmly against his nipple, but he settled down. Sean kneeled down, kissing down his stomach to his hips. He didn't know what Nate liked, other than he seemed to enjoy kisses and bites to his neck. Nate was clearly too speechless to tell him. Which left him to discover for himself. He didn't mind taking his time to seek them out, but it meant that he had to pay more attention to Nate's mannerisms.

Playfully biting Nate's hip, Sean started to notice that Nate was giving him hints. Whenever he would kiss him in just the right spot, Nate's hands would grasp his shoulders tighter and coax him closer. Where as, when he didn't. Nate's grip would loosen and his hand would very lightly coax him away. Sean stroked his hands down the backs of Nate's thighs, brushing his lips from his pelvis to his knee. It was just a teasing gesture, but it made Nate stagger and grip the shower door to steady himself. Sean smirked to himself, brushing his lips back up Nate's inner thigh to place a tender kiss VERY close to his growing desire. Nate's legs started to shake enough that he had to spread his legs a bit to brace himself better. Sean pulled back, his hands still stroking Nate's legs as he glanced up to check on him. Nate's breathing was uneven and his arm kept flexing from his constantly changing grip on the shower door. He seemed fine, but he asked him in a gentle voice anyway.

Nate nodded, swallowing before he breathlessly strained out over the loud rushing water. "Ya... I'm... I'm fine. Just ah... Just loosing the strength in my legs." Sean rubbed Nate's thigh, feeling his leg shift. Sean's eyes widened a bit in surprise. Nate had strong legs, but clearly his teasing had weakened them more than he had thought. Patting the wall, he told Nate with a chuckle. "I can fix that. Here. Lean back on the wall like you were before." Nate cautiously moved to lean his back against the wall, but didn't look confident about it. Sean moved in closer to him, coaxing Nate to lift one of his legs. Hesitantly, Nate lifted his leg off the ground and Sean moved it over one of his shoulders. Making sure that Nate's knee was set comfortably over his shoulder, Sean asked him with a warm smile. "Better?" Nate nodded, pressing his hands back against the tile wall with a slightly worried look.

Sean patted his leg again, feeling the difference. This position allowed Nate to put most of his weight on him. Sean kissed Nate's thigh, taking Nate's body wash off the floor. Nate relaxed against the wall, closing his eyes. Sean smirked to himself, popping the cap off and soaping his hands up. Nate's eyes shot open at the sound, leaning off the wall a bit to see what he was doing. Sean set the bottle away from them enough for Nate to see without moving too much. The second Nate saw the bottle, he went back to relaxing against the wall with a light sigh. Sean then took his time soaping up the leg that wasn't on him. He enjoyed this as a type of foreplay. It allowed Nate to get used to his touch, while allowing him to explore every part of his body. Sean moved off his leg to his pelvis, smearing the soap over from his leg to soap up his happy trail. Careful to avoid the genitals as much as he could, he savored the way Nate moaned and clawed the wall with his nails.

There was no doubt in his mind that Nate was having fun. Sean tried to move his hand higher to soap up Nate's abs, when to Nate's hands grabbed his wrist and slowly pushed it back down. Sean smirked, watching Nate guide his hand down to where he wanted it. Curling his fingers around Nate's shaft had him arching his back against the wall. Sean raised his free hand to hold the leg over his shoulder by the thigh to steady him a bit more. Nate's hand eventually drifted over to grab that hand by the wrist. Just like before, Nate would squeeze his wrist whenever he really liked it. The only change was that now whenever he didn't like something, he'd tap his wrist with his fingers. Sean lathered Nate's groin up, until his hand slid off of it easily. Nate's leg flexed over his shoulder as he started to pant harder. Sean bit his lip, watching Nate's body tense and relax in time with his strokes. It was mesmerizing to watch, but he wanted to coax more from him.

Sliding his hand off Nate's cock in one fluid stroke, Sean scrapped soap off Nate's cock. Shifting a bit closer, he held onto Nate's leg more tightly and slipped his soapy fingers beneath Nate. Nate jerked, his free hand moving from stroking his own neck to grasping Sean's shoulder tightly. Sean smeared the thick soap around the rim of his ass, starting to feel Nate's nails dig into his shoulder. He ignored it though, pushing in just his index finger to the knuckle. He didn't need to do a whole lot. Nate's body was ready whether he knew it or not. Kissing Nate's inner thigh to calm him down, Sean sought out the spot about three inches in. If Nate was always used to giving, than this was going to be a real treat for him. Curling his finger to apply just enough pressure as he brushed over the P-spot, Nate tilted his head back and let out a moan that really made his vocals shine. Nate's hands left him to rise over his head, clawing the tile wall as more blissful moans left him with every stroking touch.

Each pass over the P-spot, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Nate's leg locked up tight over his shoulder, his abs flexing up uncontrollably now. Nate's hands ran through his own hair, trying to keep his wet bangs out of his eyes as he belted out loudly. "Oh, my god! Sean... What the fuck! OH FUCK!" Sean rose to a knee, rising slightly as he pushed Nate's leg up higher.  Pressing himself against Nate to kiss his stomach. Feeling him closer was all Nate appeared to need, because his body arched against the tile wall one last time. Nate groaned out through clenched teeth and Sean felt the warmth of Nate's desire spray up his own stomach. Sean sank back onto both of his knees, helping Nate put his leg down. Nate slapped his hands down against the wall, starting to sink down to the floor. Sean stood up to grab the shower head off the holder, then sat down across from him. Nate took deep breaths, before asking in an exhausted voice. "How the hell did you do that?"

Sean chuckled softly, washing himself off as he answered lightly. "Just something I learned." Nate rested his head back against the wall, telling him with a chuckle of his own. "You've got to teach me how you did that!" Sean blushed a little, handing off the shower head to Nate. Rubbing his aching knees, he told Nate a little shyly. "Sure. I can do that." He'd never been the one to teach anyone anything. They usually knew more than he did on the subject. Nate washed himself off, then reached out for Sean's ankles. Sean blushed as Nate pulled him closer between his legs. Sean braced his feet on the wall on either side of Nate and tried to get as comfortable as he could. Nate picked up the body wash, soaping up his hands really good. When he was ready, he placed his hands on Sean's spread thighs, asking with a smug grin. "Show me how to do it?"

It took Nate a little bit to get it, but when he did... Sean was at his mercy. He was wondering if teaching him that was a bad thing. It was just another way he could make his body surrender. Afterward, they cleaned themselves off with a proper shower and stiffly staggered out to dry off. Sean hated himself a bit, but he really felt like he needed a cat nap. Nate had really worked the energy out of him and laying down was all his body wanted to do to recover. Sean was going to gather up his clothes, but Nate beat him to it. He gathered them all up, telling Sean sweetly. "I got these. I'll throw them in the wash." Sean opened the bathroom door for him, stating out playfully. "You're going to spoil me, Nate." Nate was already half-way down the hallway, when he shot out over his shoulder. "My house, my rules! I have everything just the way I like it!" Sean rolled his eyes, moving across the hall to his bedroom. Slipping into a pair of sweatpants, he stared at the bed. It looked inviting enough, but after everything that he just did... It felt lonely.

Moving back out into the hallway, he listened for any sign of Nate. Distantly, he could hear him singing and it brought a smile to his face. Leaning against the wall in the hall, he bit his lip as Nate moved into the hall to mop up the wet floor and the mud they had tracked in. Nate was singing into the mop and dancing like no one was watching him. The way he swayed his hips, gestured with his hands and even made surprising eye contact with him, gave Sean goosebumps. Nate eventually dropped the mop, gesturing him over to dance with him. Sean thought about not going over, but found himself in Nate's arms moments later. Swaying with Nate and grinding his hips against his. All while Nate sang along with the song coming from his TV speakers.

"You're smoke and guns.

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

You're too much fun.

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say.

Now in my darkest hour, or not my brightest day.

I find I'm calling you and telling you; 'I should not say.'

I'm melting in your hands.

Go on, make your demands.

You've got me slipping through your fingers, like I'm made of sand.

When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight.

I feel your heart beat.

Wrap yourself around me.

Is it all for show?

Because I'm good to go.

So go ahead, I'll take it all!

You're smoke and guns.

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

You're too much fun.

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say.

You wanted from me, some honesty.

So honestly.

I wanna feel you breathe.

You're smoke and guns.

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Now as your lipstick smears, by light of chandelier.

I taste the tension and I'm begging. Don't you disappear!

Not in my rightest mind.

You tell me that's just fine.

Oh, what an evening!

Now you're leaving with my hands still tied.

When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight.

I feel your heart beat.

Wrap yourself around me.

Is it all for show?

Because I'm good to go.

So go ahead, I'll take it all!

You're smoke and guns.

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

You're too much fun.

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say.

You wanted from me, some honesty.

So honestly.

I wanna feel you breathe.

You're smoke and guns.

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Between your finger tips and running down your lips.

You got me up against a wall.

Is it all for show?

Because I'm good to go.

So go ahead, I'll take it all!

You're smoke and guns.

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

You're too much fun.

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say.

You wanted from me, some honesty.

So honestly.

I wanna feel you breathe.

You're smoke and guns.

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

You're smoke and guns!"

When the song came to an end, Nate pretended to shot him with a finger gun. Then before Sean could fake a death or say something sassy, Nate took ahold of his neck and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. This kiss scared Sean to his core. He knew how Nate felt about him... but this was the moment he realized... He was truly falling in love with him. His heart skipped in his chest and seemed to leap from his chest completely. No longer his and entirely in Nate's possession now. The idea horrified him and he jerked back breaking their kiss. He couldn't breathe. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a twenty-story building and looking down! His body was caught between wanting to jump and wanting to back away. Yet, unable to do either! Nate reached out to him and Sean held up at hand to stop him from coming closer. He needed a minute or two. He couldn't think straight.

Nate took his hand carefully in his warmer ones, telling him in a soft worried voice. "Sean...? What's wrong?" Sean wrapped his fingers around Nate's wrist, glancing up with watery eyes as he answered him in a fragile voice. "Nate... I think I'm falling in love with you." To Be Continued...