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The droplets pouring on the bathroom floor left a crisp and concise sound. The dim lights flickered gently, giving a soft aureate shine to the teal walls. The drainage sucked the dripping water from the showerhead, along with mushed, savory noodles.
"That's going to clog." Robert said briskly as he walked up closer. Waterboy looked ahead at him with wide eyes.
"I– It– it's fine. I'm doing it l-like this... see?" He gestured his head to his pitch-black boots stomping gently at the wet noodles and sliding them down. The other man sighed and shook his head.
"I see. I didn't realize you had a plan."
He nodded and flashed a small sliver of a smile. Water continued to cascade and fall down, and the steam lingered around the room. Robert leaned against the bathroom wall, towel still hanging on his waist.
"Blonde– Miss Blazer– She talked to me. Thanks for picking me." He grinned. "I'm just– my, I'm just really jizzed to join you."
The shorter man chuckled thickly at his unwarranted obliviousness, stifling his laughter as much as he could.
"Jazzed– the word is jazzed. And we're jazzed to have you too here, bud."
As Waterboy continued to stomp and push, Mechaman glanced down with curiosity. His lean, lanky body was scrawnier than about all of the employees there. And his bodysuit was doing him no justice either. It squeaked as he walked, and it clung to his skin so desperately. Every crevice and corner was tightly wrapped around with it, and he couldn't help wonder how he functioned like that. Pure will, he thought.
His eyes stared intently at his hind-quarters, especially. The small curve left him curious how the definite shape of his bodysuit really was the Waterboy he knew. No one was around, and everyone had left to go back to their shift. It was just them.
He strided across the wet floor, straight ahead to the ginger man. His goggles were soaked, and he focused on the floor, heedless to his surroundings.
He raised his battered and scarred arm, and with gentleness that the other man was unaware of, he stroked a finger down his side, across the right of his waist all the way to his thigh. Waterboy quickly stopped and looked up, confusion and embarassment flushing across his face.
"Wh–Wh–" He spluttered. "What are– are– do you need–?" He was a hot coral color now, unusual to his soft, pale complexion.
"Hm." He hummed. He remained quiet as he felt heat flow across his body. He reached up again, this time landing his hand on his zipper. Waterboy's slender fingers quickly gripped his arm, but they shook uncontrollably.
He unzipped the zipper slowly, despite Waterboy's efforts. Both his arms were unmatched to the other man's trained and honed strength. He looked at Robert in disarray.
"I'm checking a... theory, of mine." He said simply. He continued to slide it down, with no consideration of the trembling man in front of him.
Chest to waist, he continued to zip down parallel to Waterboy's dismay, and by then, came to his crotch. He walked closer to the goggled man, and Waterboy backed away. They continued– both holding onto each other– until he had bumped into the wall. His back pressed flat against the tiles.
"I..don't– don't–" He stutters awkwardly and repeatedly, unable to form a coherent sentence for him to understand. He continues to repeat his muddled speech, and Robert plays it into as background noise.
One hand covered the zipper, while the other shifted to his sleeves to rip them off. Waterboy struggled and scrambled under his force, but Robert was more than determined by then. His lanky arms and torso were exposed now, and the sleeves of his bodysuit dangled from his waist.
Robert had wasted no spare time with that, and with his holding hand slid down the zipper all the way. A blue waistband appeared, and Waterboy's entire upper body was now exposed. He observed his bare body vigorously. Moles and scars were sparse across his pale body, opposed to Robert's ragged and torn skin. Not a single defined ab or muscle in sight, and he could see his ribs slightly poking out, only if you squinted.
And by then, if you squinted, you could see something else poke out, but from the crotch this time.
Realization dripped into his subconcious as a lightbulb flickered on in Robert's mind. A boom of laughter abrupted from Robert as his quiet demeanor quickly disaears. He chuckles and vibrates with unmatched vigor, none that Waterboy had seen before. His bristly chin bared a smile grinning ear-to-ear, and his eyes gleamed. Every chuckle only pitted Waterboy's shame more deeply in his stomach. Eventually, he stopped, but his grin had not erased from his face.
Sweltering heat flooded the hydro-powered hero. He is acutely aware of the intimate proximity of the other man, and averts his gaze. His usual spluttering was not present, and silence struck him. He stood still, his feet clung to his spot like a statue. Despite that, his body shuddered and shook with embarassment.
Drops of water cascaded from the showerhead in the background. Both men breathed heavily through their noses and mouth, directly into the sultry steam. Fog clouds scattered across the shower acting as a veil of their unfruitful deeds. Humiliation gagged his throat, but Robert had kept his stare. His impish, gleaming stare. It did not waver into disgust nor distraught, but instead in pure desire.
"Didn't know this was your thing." He prodded gently at his standing manhood. "What a surprise."
"I–I– don't..." He bit his lip and shuddered at the sudden touch.
"You sure about that?" He gripped, and Waterboy's heartbeat raced rapidly. His thumb stroked up-and-down, and his blue boxers started to form a wet spot at the precipice of his boner. He gulped nervously.
Robert took notice, briefly sighing. He gave a tender stroke again, almost as if to give him clarity.
"Nothing wrong with that." He paused, this time removing his undergarments. His tense, tall manhood sprung up excitedly, already leaking his seed. It was bigger than he expected, he thought in mild surprise. He continued to rub again. Waterboy straightened his back against the wall, his breath forming a cloud in the warm air and fogging his plastic goggles.
He whined in a suppressed "I– I'll–will–"
He squeezed. "No you won't."
The tense silence had returned, apart from the heaving huffs of Waterboy and the occasional hum from Robert. Neither broke their contact with each other, neither daring to end. Robert cupped his member impishly, stroking in brisk, quick motions. Broken gasps cut quick off as Waterboy jittery demeanor grew in his heat.
Moments passed of pure bliss. Panting wet, his acute sense of awareness heightened. Red all over, his eyes teared up as he sweltered warm. Holding onto the other man, he dripped and came white, leaking seed between them both.
Each grasped each other in their arms like a bastardized hug. Heartbeats raced high, thumping out of their chests raggedly. Sweat plastered their naked bodies in the dripping aftermath, and Robert glanced back up at the muddled-minded man.
"That... was..."
"Good?" He finished.
"S–Sure." Waterboy trembled in his arms, his legs wobbled tiredly. Suddenly, he collapsed down onto the slippery floor. His legs buckled underneath his weight and he laid, panting.
Robert quickly crouched by his side, attending to his lying body.
"Tired, already?" He smiled faintly, eyebrow raised.
"Maybe.. a little." He mustered a smile back, his abdomen covered in his own seed.
Robert scooped as much off as he could, attempting to spoon the semen with his fingers. It's sticky residue clung to his rough fingers. He looked back at the distressed ginger, they're faces seeing eye-to-eye for the first time during their intimacy.
"Here." Suddenly, his fingers invaded into Waterboy's mouth to clean out the semen. Waterboy gagged and stammered back at the unexpected intrusion, confusion piercing through him.
"Wh– what–" He coughed, and Robert's slender hand slid out. "–are you– you–"
"Trying to get rid of your mess." He peered thoughtfully through him.
As he spluttered an unintelligible statement, Robert's deep eyes longingly cast down unto Waterboy's leaking crotch. He could feel his own veiny member start to harden at the sight, but he ignored the pulsing feeling, no matter how much it burned. He felt hot, seering hot, and part of it was because of his selfish desire for having him to himself. He wanted more than this, greedy as that was.
"Waterboy."
He spoke as if it were a command, rather than a call.
Waterboy pushed himself to look up. At the same time, Robert leaned in quickly, in between his legs. His hands settled underneath his knees, holding one of them up on his shoulder. Waterboy sat up against the wall, hazy and wet.
"Eh–?" He squeaked.
"I'm hard, too. Can't let you have all the fun." He stated as a brief explanation.
Waterboy tilted his head down, imitating a nod as best as he could in his addled state. His manhood shifted down to his pink anus, slowly hovering around. His breath had hitched up, but he bit his lip to calm himself down.
He plants himself on the edge, and thrusts into his mark. He groaned at the tightness, but pushed through. Waterboy pulls his legs together instinctively, obliviously pulling himself closer to Robert and his dick. He takes a sharp inhale into his mouth from the stun piercing his chest, and moaned wet.
He groaned as he repeatedly humped the drenched ginger ragged. Forcing his way through, Waterboy had no time to process what was even happening. His velvet flesh walls were tunneled and pushed into more and more and he twitched at any slight change that was made. Robert gripped his knee in a supporting way, and he was grateful for the peculiar comfort. They whimpered together underneath the cascading shower of water.
Tears welled up in the corner of Waterboy's deep eyes as he clenched his rear. He humps once more, and finally hits the end of his search. Enabling a loud moan from him, he smirks, dazzled. His cock bobbed to his motions while Robert's twitched. He could feel his head spinning like a rollercoaster. His desperate attempts to escape were done, and now he was going through the aftermath of his failure.
Robert seizes up, and Waterboy knows this is a hint towards the end. Pure pleasure was thrusted into all angles of his flesh. He whimpered at the very thought. With one last worn out thrust, he finally came. His vicious liquid shot through and lubricated his entire hole, and they both gasped for air.
They savored the sweet, blissful moment until he was run completely dry. He huffed, and pulled out with a slight movement of his hips too. He was completely filled to the brim. It was nothing he had ever experienced before. He clenched himself again.
The bittersweet separation left both of the men only wishing for more, but neither said it vocally. A bridge of cum had clung to keep them together like a pact when he parted away, leaving an embarassed Mechaman pulling further apart to break it.
Exhaustion pierces through them both as if on cue and they collapsed together on the puddled floor. Every gasp of air they took turned to fog and disappeared again. And for a while, neither attempted to speak. They laid down in mutual silence. Robert shifted closer to the taller man, and puffed.
"I didn't– I don't..." He trailed off in to his thoughts in wonder.
"Ye– yeah." Waterboy responded back.
They smiled softly together in sync, and let the pouring beads of water fall down on their tired, bare bodies. The aureate light shined down onto them, and they continued to lie down in tranquil stillness.