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“Vic, I’m gonna kill you, man!” Jaime yelled down the hall. Vic emerged within sight moments later, looking rather offended.
“What?! I had to get clean dude!” he defended.
“An hour and a half for a shower, really?” he replied, crossing his arms, “There’s like no hot water left!”
They had rented out a rather bashed up apartment for the recording of Selfish Machines, miles away from the actual studio but just cheap enough that they could all afford it if they put their pockets together. However, with such a lack of luxuries came problems such as these.
Suddenly Tony emerged from behind Vic, “Wait, what? But I need to get one too; I smell like death.”
Vic groaned, went to check the water heater, “There should be enough for one of you, so, do rock-paper-scissors or something,” Vic said flippantly, and went off to get ready for bed, leaving Jaime to watch on incredulously.
Jaime sighed, mouth agape, “He’s impossible sometimes,” and Tony agreed with an amused laugh. Those two were always fighting.
“It’s fine, dude,” Tony started, “Rock-paper-scissors it is.” He moved closer, holding his fist to his palm.
Jaime let out a dry laugh, “Oh, so we’re really doing this, then?” and he mirrored Tony’s actions. Jaime was strangely competitive, so he could feel his heart starting to race as Tony stared on nonchalantly.
“On shoot,” Tony said, “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”, and held out scissors. He found that Jaime was holding out paper and grinned to himself, “I win.”
Jaime shook his head, “Best of three, c’mon,” and looked at Tony with pleading eyes. His determination only made him giggle.
“People only say ‘best of three’ because they lost,” he said, and of course he was right, but Jaime was stubborn, waiting expectantly for him to take him up on it. Tony sighed, resumed his position.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” he repeated and this time, Tony lost, a rock smashing his scissors. It was starting to get interesting, and Tony’s face held a little grin.
“Alright, last one determines the winner,” Jaime said with frenzied eyes and Tony couldn’t believe how seriously he was taking this.
“Rock, paper, scissors… shoot!” Tony said, and watched as Jaime’s hand landed on rock, his paper covering it with ease.
“I won, fair and square,” Tony said triumphantly, and went to move past Jaime into the shower.
However, Jaime moved to block him, “Hey, wait.”
Tony waited, expected him to continue, but when he just averted his gaze, he asked, “What is it?”
“Okay, I know this sounds stupid but…” he trailed off. He sounded nervous, something Jaime never sounded, “Can we just shower together?”
Tony laughed, thinking it was a joke, but Jaime’s embarrassed eyes made him stop in his tracks.
“Wait, what?”
“Please? I just… just to save water!” He defended quickly.
Tony looked kind of dumbfounded. He’d never seen Jaime naked before in his life, let alone been under the same water stream as him. He could feel a wave of heat come over his face and neck and he hoped to God it wasn’t noticeable.
When Tony failed to answer, Jaime took to pleading, “Please? C’mon, please, Tony! It takes a lot to have hair like this, and I can’t do that when it’s dirty as shit!”
“Just… you can go alone, it’s fine,” Tony said, resigning, and what Jaime said next was a shock to both of them.
“No! I want you to come…” Jaime looked down, the words sending embarrassed butterflies to his tummy, “I mean, you won, right? I don’t want you to have to be dirty because of me.”
Tony was kind of taken aback, but he felt himself nodding before he could realise what he was doing, so he just backed it up with his words, “Okay, man. Just to save water…”
Jaime let out an audible sigh of relief, nodded, “Yeah, exactly. I won’t look, promise.”
That brought to mind the fact that their bodies would be wet, naked, barely a few feet away from each other with how tiny the shower was in this place. It made Tony seize up a little, choking on his own voice and unable to say anything more, just moving past Jaime into the bathroom. He followed behind him and when they shut the door, the silence was deafening.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, waiting for the other to do something, to say something or to start stripping. So, Jaime, needing to break the tension, decided on the latter.
He hooked his fingers in the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He was shocked to see Tony watching him so intently, so much so that it became one of the rare times he actually felt self-conscious in his life. Soon though, Tony snapped out of his stupor and mirrored Jaime’s actions, starting with his snapback and then moving to take off his hoodie.
Tony was wearing more than Jaime, so he waited until he had taken his shirt off to continue. It just felt less embarrassing if they were showing the same amount of skin.
It was when they were both shirtless that they finally looked away from each other, started removing their pants. Jaime could hear Tony’s drop to the floor and it made his heart run. They were seriously going to see each other naked, stand a few feet away as they rubbed themselves clean. It was exhilarating.
Jaime stalled when he got to his underwear. He had his back turned, and he assumed Tony did too, but just the idea that he could be possibly watching him sent shivers running down his spine.
“I’m done,” Tony’s voice came weakly, and he heard him step into the shower, turn on the water. It was up to Jaime now; he had to be the one to join him. He let his underwear drop to the floor and when he turned, he saw Tony’s own on the floor. It made everything feel so real. He decided to keep his eyes glued to the floor as he made his way over to the shower, stepped in and slid the door shut.
The immediate heat between them was unignorable. Tony was trying so hard not to, but his eyes dashed over to Jaime, starting to get wet under the stream and he felt all the breath leave his lungs. He was naked and glistening under the water, and though he had only seen him for a split second, it was making heat rise in his core. He panicked a little; he couldn’t let his body respond to him like this. Not when it was all so visible. So, he just picked a tile on the wall, stared it down like it owed him money. That was, until he realised what he was meant to be doing.
He glimpsed around the shower, being so careful not to look any further than he needed to. That was when he realised that everything he needed was on Jaime’s side.
“I need…” his voice was strained and weak and he coughed quickly to cover it up. Jaime hadn’t heard him anyway with all the water rushing past his ears. Tony tried to speak again, but his nerves were clogging up his throat and he couldn’t project it loud enough.
So, he just decided to reach over, trying his hardest to keep the distance between them as he stretched his arm out. But inevitably, their skin made contact. Slick against each other.
Jaime had had his eyes closed, letting the warm water run over him, but he opened them when he felt Tony’s hand graze across his chest. His eyes went wide and it took him a second to process what was happening until he realised what Tony was trying to do. He just grabbed a bottle and placed it in his hand.
“You could’ve just asked…” Jaime said, and Tony blushed violently, embarrassed by both himself and the eye contact they were having. Tony could just barely see the rest of his body out of his peripheral, and really, it was all he could focus on.
Tony made to start washing his hair, but Jaime was just standing there, and it was making him terribly self-conscious. His fingers had begun to tremble by the time he’d poured it into his hand. He let his eyes flicker to Jaime, gave him a curious look.
“You done with that yet?” he asked, gesturing to the bottle in Tony’s hands, and suddenly he felt stupid; of course Jaime wasn’t staring at him because he wanted to.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Tony said, handing it back and their hands touched as he took it. Tony couldn’t take it anymore, and he turned himself toward the wall so that he could create some distance between them, doing his best to focus on the task at hand. He just pretended he was alone, his body moving on automatic as he lathered up his hair.
Jaime tried not to stare, but watching as Tony’s hair got all silky under the water as he washed it out was really nice to look at. He wanted so badly to run his hands through it, but he knew that right now that’d be overstepping by a long shot. That was, until he thought of an excuse.
“Tony?” Jaime’s voice came, and Tony noticeably jumped. He’d done such a good job of pretending he wasn’t there that he forgot he was.
“Do you ever wash your little Jedi braid?” Jaime asked.
Tony found himself burning up, feeling Jaime’s eyes on the back of his head. He turned ever so slightly, replied, “N-no, not really,” and cursed himself for stuttering.
He heard Jaime getting closer and a little panic started in him, one he couldn’t even process because he was there in seconds, “You really should; it’ll get gross!” Jaime said, and soon his fingers were on it, undoing it for him. His hair was just as soft as he thought it’d be, and surely Tony would be a little annoyed at him, but it was worth it.
The sudden touch made Tony tense up, breath catching in his lungs as Jaime pulled him by his shoulder, made him face him.
They were so close; Tony could practically feel the hairs on Jaime’s legs. He was like a deer in headlights, watching as Jaime undid his hair for him, his face screwed up in concentration. When it was finally free, Jaime took the opportunity to run his hands through Tony’s hair. It was purely selfishness at that point, but he just couldn’t help himself.
Tony felt his eyes flutter shut, his scalp tingling at the feeling of Jaime’s fingers running through it. Tony wanted so badly to object, but he was helpless to stop himself melting into the pleasure, his body responding against his will. He could feel his legs turning to jelly, and he grabbed Jaime’s arm to keep himself upright, falling back against the wall and pulling him alongside him. Jaime felt himself losing his balance slightly, and he placed a hand on the wall by Tony’s head before their bodies pressed together completely.
Tony’s eyes flew open, and Jaime’s were staring right back at his.
‘God, this can’t be happening’, he thought to himself as Jaime’s head tilted down to look. There it was, Tony’s hard-on pressed against Jaime’s thigh. He watched as Jaime’s mouth dropped open, and they were frozen there for what felt like forever until Tony spoke rapidly.
“I’m so sorry, I- this isn’t because of you… it just, it just happened!” he said, and he was trembling terribly.
“It’s okay,” Jaime said softly, barely audible over the sound of running water, and continued running his hand through Tony’s hair to comfort him.
Tony was baffled, barely able to process what was happening as Jaime moved himself against Tony, the friction against his thigh making his skin erupt in goosebumps.
“What are you…?” Tony started, and Jaime looked at him darkly.
“I mean, it feels good, right?” he reasoned and Tony nodded slowly, blush painting his face, “It doesn’t… have to mean anything.”
Tony looked at him for a second, feeling his body getting hot and needy and feeling helpless against it. He didn’t want to confirm using words, it just felt too real, so he just rubbed himself against his thigh, hoping Jaime would get the message.
And he certainly did, because now he was pressed up against Tony, grinding against him slowly as his own hard-on grew. Tony wrapped his arms around Jaime’s core, feeling himself thrumming with need in time with the water hitting the floor.
“God, Tony, you feel so good,” Jaime said into his ear, always one for dirty-talk, and he felt Tony shiver against him, inflating his need and driving him further. Jaime ran a hand up Tony’s back before lacing it in his hair, unable to hold himself back from being rough when he tugged. He could barely believe his own need. It wasn’t like he wanted for this to happen; it was just that seeing him so flustered broke apart his inhibitions.
Tony felt a moan leave his mouth and for a moment he felt like he was on fire. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this sensitive, his body twitching and jumping at every little touch.
Jaime captured his lips in a kiss and it caught him off guard. He wasn’t sure why it made him feel so shy considering what they were already doing was much worse, but it just felt different; strangely intimate as their tongues brushed delicately over one another.
Tony felt himself gasp sharply when he felt Jaime’s hand venture down, taking him in his hand. He couldn’t help but break apart and look down, feeling breathless at the sight of it.
At the same time, Jaime’s breathing was picking up, getting ragged as he grew impatient. Tony let out a needy whine as Jaime decided to press their dicks together, wrapping his hand around them and jerking them off in tandem.
“Oh God..” Tony let out, feeling his stomach getting tight.
Jaime threw his head back, using his free hand to steady himself against the wall as he felt himself getting lost in the pleasure. He almost didn’t notice when the water had started to run colder, stinging his back.
“Tony, we have to… hurry..” he said breathlessly, and Tony agreed, the change in temperature making his body all cold and feverish.
When Jaime pressed his lips back against Tony’s, swirling his tongue around in an attempt to get him closer quicker, his mind was so hazy that all he could think about was how much he wanted him, the feel of their dicks rubbing against each other making his stomach explode in twirls of pleasure.
When it got harder for Tony to kiss back, his lips falling open as little moans escaped, Jaime knew he was close and he sped up, needing him to finish before the water shut off and left them in the wake of what they were doing.
Tony gripped onto Jaime’s arms, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt his hips stuttering. He was so close, a little bubble of panic arose at the helplessness of it all.
“Jaime.. I’m..” was all he could get out, and Jaime watched on as his cum dribbled out, spilling over his cock and Tony basically sobbed against his shoulder, making it nearly impossible for Jaime to stop as his own orgasm approached.
He wanted to get out a warning, give Tony the same courtesy he gave him, but he was just too slow because he felt it come on like a car crash, little spurts spilling all over both of them. He pressed himself against Tony, using his body as a crutch as he tried to stop himself from collapsing right then and there.
The timing was impeccable, because the water shut off not even thirty seconds letter, the only sounds left being their echoed panting as they leaned on each other’s shoulders. When they finally recovered, they pulled back and the silence felt loud and daunting.
“Well, that was fun,” Jaime said, desperately trying to break the tension, and he could see just how red Tony’s face was as he replied.
“Yeah, it was…” he said, laughing gently. He couldn’t look Jaime in the eye, and it was making him nervous. He used his fingers to guide his chin, make him look at him.
“You okay? You’re not… upset with me, right?”
Tony quickly shook his head, only getting redder as he was made to look at him, “No, I liked it. I promise,” he said gently and Jaime smiled gently at him.
“Good,” he said, and only when he looked down did he realise the mess they’d made, laughing at the irony of it.
“I guess we didn’t get very clean after all…”