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“I bathe myself just fine, thank you very much!" Oliver says, puffing his cheeks out. He then works on sliding his underwear down, his body feeling chills, yet his manhood springing up at attention.

“Well, at least one red-head in this room is ready," Michael says. I'm nearly blind right now and I can see that.

“S-stop teasing me." Oliver barks.

Michael smirks. “Come over here and make me," he says, sliding the door of his shower open and stepping inside. He hums a tune, one that's popular on the jukebox at work as he gets the soap and lathers it up, as if this was just a normal, everyday shower.

Oliver grumbles and stomps on in, feeling the hot steam and warm water against his skin instantly relaxes his body, but as soon as he gets one foot in there, he recoils, yelping.

Michael opens his eyes, rubbing his washcloth at his back, only to burst out laughing. “You dork!" he shouts, getting on his knees in front of him. “You 're supposed to take your socks off before you take a shower." He reaches up, his fingers caressing the back of Oliver's leg before moving down and peeling off the soaking piece of clothing.

Oliver can only stand there in horror and arousal as his co-worker's face is right by his raging hard erection. He isn't even breathing as Michael takes off one sock and then the other and then looks up to his eyes, as if not even seeing the cock right in front of his face. “There…? Feel better?"

Oliver gulps, but nods. “Y… yeah. Now what, though?"

Michael's focus shifts, and he smirks, then stands up tall, looking down to Michael. As he stands right in front of him, he lets his own length slide against Oliver's own. “I dunno. What do you wanna try…?"

Oliver's whole form shudders a moment before her just gasps and falls onto Michael, pressing his lips up against the other man's. Michael takes this sudden jump and holds Oliver tightly, returning the kiss with an equal, but more experienced, passion.

Soon, however, Oliver has to pull back to breathe, and when he does, Michael spins him around, facing the man right into the hot water.

Oliver splutters and flails a bit before Michael steps forward so that the water strikes both of them on top of the head instead of in their faces. His hands move around, stroking gently along Oliver's body.

Strangely enough, this motion actually calms him down, yet the feeling of Michael's length up against his back doesn't give him much confidence. “T… the hell are we going to do?" he asks.

“Shh…" Michael says, leaning in, placing kisses along the back of Oliver's neck. “You've never done this before… let me show you how good this can feel." With that, Michael's hand brushes down along Oliver's stomach, going down deeper to tease at his pelvis. Just from that first stroke, Oliver's length springs up, and he gasps.

Michael chuckles at that and kisses the red-head's cheek. “My, aren't you a spirited one."

“F… fuck… we haven't even done anything," he says.

“No, no we haven't." Michael adds, his fingers hooking up underneath the length. “But I know that a lot of newbies like to be pampered in their first gay experience."

“F… fucking hell…" Oliver coughs as he feels those fingers stroke along his length with authority and grace. Michael's lips press against Oliver's flesh, going from his neck, down to his shoulder, and then back up.

The mixture of the steamy bath and the tender caresses warms Oliver right up. He forgets about the embarrassment of doing this with his co-worker. He forgets about the rain and about leaving his keys in the car. There is only what is happening now, and as he thinks about the present, he pushes his hips forward, sliding along those fingers.

“My, looks like someone is getting eager for more," Michael says. “Well, you're so used to getting what you want just by asking, daddy's little boy, but guess what?" He curls his fingers, clamping against the cock, but only enough to stop it from sliding along his grip.

Oliver gasps and stops as soon as he feels the momentum stop, and he looks over his shoulder, panting with mouth open. “W… what are you…?"

“You're going to have to work for what you want," Michael whispers into his ear, reaching up around him and slamming the water off. The last few drops left are the only sound that come from the shower, save for the faint breaths from Oliver's open mouth.

Michael pulls back, letting his fingers grace along Oliver's waist and butt before he gives him a playful squeeze and steps away, wrapping the towel around himself again.

Oliver leans against the wall, watching Michael leave as he regains his composure, but after a bit, her growls and pushes himself free from it, grabbing Michael by the wrist. “Just you wait a second! You can't just tease me like that!"

“And what are you going to do about it?" Michael asks, looking at him with his blurry vision, a smirk on his face.

Oliver grumbles a moment, but then he pushes against his shoulders, pushing him up against the wall, planting a kiss upon his lips once more.

Michael returns Oliver's kiss, letting the towel drop to his ankles. Now, the two men press up against each other as the water drips off of their bodies, but Michael does not sit idle as Oliver's tongue invades his mouth. He moves his hands down along Michael's skin, feeling his smaller frame until he gets down to his butt. There, he gives him a bit of a squeeze and pushes him up more against him. This causes both of their lengths to rub together, which brings a squeak out from the redhead's lips. Snickering, Michael knows exactly what to do next.

He slides his fingers around in front of Oliver's body, stroking on the underside of the length, but then hooking his fingers around his flesh, his thumb hooking around his own length. Oliver's eyes light up as he pulls back from the kiss, his mouth hanging open as he feels the two lengths press up against each other in the grip.