A Moment You Stole

steam rushes from  
hot water as it pours from the shower head  
cascades down aching muscles  
some days I feel like atlas  
carrying the world  
 
lean my head back  
luxuriating in the spray of hot water  
it draws out the agony of hours  
of work  
place both hands on the tiles  
getting a light stretch into my traps  
they flex and ripple beneath  
the dim light  
 
you startle me  
 
I feel your fingers  
on my taut stomach  
claiming me as yours  
you slide them up  
until you’re caressing my chest  
i reflexively grab your hands  
you press your hard nipples
into the middle of my back  
swishing them side to side  
and whisper/gasp  
 
“let me help you”  
 
you kiss my knotted muscle  
I let go of your hands  
put mine back on the cold tiles  
and let you explore  
 
you groan in your throat as  
your fingers run over my back  
like braille  
reading about every mirror I lifted  
every sheet of board I cut  
and had to circumnavigate a clients house  
using slow-stilted-tense movements
so I don’t damage their belongings  
 
your hands find every knot  
every locked up agony I try to shrug-off  
 
I find myself  
leaning into your healing  
into you  
helping me shoulder these burdens  
 
my eyes closed  
I feel your breasts press into me  
hotter than the water  
using one arm to hug me to you  
you slither the other down  
grasp my dangling man-hood  
 
“Mmmmmmhmmm”  

I mumble incoherently  
as I swell and thicken under your  
dexterity until  
your hand is overflowing  
 
you begin with  
a slow-stroking steady rhythm  
making sure you rub up and over  
the crown and pull back  
until your hand is flat with my pelvis  
playing with  
my weight  
my girth  
teasing me  
you slide down further and weigh  
each one of my balls  
tickling at the wrinkled skin  
 
you run up and over my swollen  
cock again  
testing the texture of steel-silk beneath your  
administration  
 
“Fuck”  
I speak through clenched teeth  
“Fuck yes”
 
my hips drive forward  
urging you on  
demanding you own my  
sex and finish what you started  
 
you grasp my cock and increase the pace  
your head resting on my ribcage  
so you can watch  
your free hand still clinging to my chest  
 
I reach down a little impatient and close my fist over yours…  
 
at first you resist  
as if I’m rejecting you  
rejecting what you’re doing  
and try to pull away  
I grab the hand that’s on my chest  
and pull you back into me  
I show you how I pleasure myself  
using your hand  
teaching you  
deep in your bones  
what it feels like for me to  
find that release  
the pace I set surprises you  
 
and for me your hand is perfect  
lithe  
gentler than my own  
your nipples pressed into my back  
your intent stare mesmerised  
by my pleasure  
 
I throw my head back growling  
letting you know I’m close  
 
you feel my whole body  
lock tight  
muscles swelling in  
delicious  
taut  
agony  
my ass clenches  
you lay against me  
as if I’m a stone and you’re a lizard  
basking in my heat  
 
come for me you urge  
sliding your skin on my back  
 
and I do  
I thrust into your hand  
shuddering  
the head of my cock jerks and pumps  
a thick spray of come onto the wall  
a second  
a third  
before it becomes a trickle  
the last dribbles run over your knuckles  
 
I exhale  
a sensitive shuddering  
mess…  
release your hand
you fall into me
your cheek on my ribs
and you
listen
to my pounding heart