Chapter 1: The Unfortunate Forgetfulness
The air in the bathroom was thick and wet, smelling of cheap hotel soap and the mineral tang of stale steam. Evan stood frozen, the threadbare towel knotted loosely at his hip, his heart doing a frantic tap-dance against his ribs. He’d forgotten his fucking underwear. They lay in a pathetic, cotton pile right by the sink, pale blue against the yellowed porcelain.
The shower curtain rasped back on its rings.
He didn’t need to look. He felt the shift in the air, a new wave of damp heat rolling across the space. He heard the drip of water on linoleum.
“Shit,” Landon said, his voice a low rumble in the small room.
Evan’s eyes snapped up. Met Landon’s in the foggy mirror. Landon stood there, one hand still clutching the curtain, completely naked. Water slid down the thick cords of his shoulders, over the dense mat of dark hair on his chest, tracing a path down the solid plane of his stomach. He was dripping onto the bath mat, making a dark, spreading stain.
A silent, horrible understanding passed between them in the reflection. Their gaze held for one endless second, wide with a mutual, paralyzing horror, before it broke. Their eyes flicked down. Not at their own bodies, but at each other’s.
Evan’s breath hitched. He saw the thatch of dark hair, the heavy weight of Landon’s cock hanging soft between his legs. It was… substantial. Even like that. Heat flooded Evan’s face, a blush so fierce he felt it in his toes. His own fingers clenched on the towel, holding it like a shield.
Landon let go of the curtain. It swayed behind him. He didn’t move to cover himself. He just stood there, looking, his own face flushed from the shower, or from something else. His eyes were dark, unreadable.
“So,” Landon said, the word cracking in the middle. He cleared his throat. “That’s… um.”
“Yeah,” Evan breathed. He couldn’t look away from Landon’s body. From the sheer, solid reality of it. This wasn’t a locker room glance, a blurred peripheral thing. This was stark. Intentional. The pale strip of skin where his swim trunks usually sat, the powerful curve of his thighs, the dusting of hair. Evan’s mouth was desert-dry.
“You’re staring,” Landon said, but there was no accusation in it. His voice was quiet, almost wondering.
“You’re not,” Evan managed to whisper.
“I am.” Landon took a half-step forward. The space between them, already cramped, evaporated. Evan could feel the radiant heat coming off Landon’s skin. He could smell the clean, sharp scent of the hotel shampoo on him. “Fuck, Evan.”
Evan’s name in his mouth, like that, did something. It unraveled the last knot of tension holding Evan upright. His knees felt weak. He watched, hypnotized, as Landon’s cock began to thicken, to swell, rising slowly against his thigh. It wasn’t small. It was the complete opposite of small. A thick, ruddy length of flesh, curving slightly upward, already leaking a bead of clear fluid at the tip.
A choked sound escaped Evan’s throat. Not fear. Awe.
“See something you like?” Landon murmured, the old, familiar sarcasm back in his tone, but laced now with a raw, shaky edge.
Evan finally tore his gaze upward. Landon’s expression was a war between his usual confident smirk and pure, vulnerable terror. It was that terror that gave Evan a shot of courage. He wasn’t the only one drowning here.
“Shut up,” Evan said, his own voice firmer than he felt. He let go of the towel.
It slid down his body in a heap of damp terrycloth, piling around his feet. The cool air hit his skin, tightening his nipples, whispering over his own half-hard cock. He was painfully aware of his own body, the softness of his stomach, the way he felt exposed and compact next to Landon’s brawn.
Landon’s eyes drank him in. His smirk vanished, replaced by something hungrier. “Jesus,” he breathed.
“You were wrong,” Evan said, taking a shaky step forward. Their bare chests almost touched. “You were so fucking wrong.”
“About what?”
“About you.” Evan’s hand trembled as he raised it. He let his fingers hover, then brushed them tentatively through the coarse hair on Landon’s chest. Landon shuddered. “You’re not small. You’re… fucking huge, Landon.”
Landon’s laugh was a broken puff of air. “Pot, kettle.”
Before Evan could process the words, Landon’s hand was on him. His big, rough palm curled around Evan’s cock, and the contact was so electric, so blindingly perfect, that Evan cried out, his head falling forward to thunk softly against Landon’s damp shoulder. Landon’s grip was firm, testing, his thumb sliding over the slick head.
“You feel that?” Landon growled into his ear. “That’s all me. You’re hard for me.”
“Yes,” Evan gasped. It was all he could say. He rocked his hips, pushing his length deeper into Landon’s fist. The friction was incredible, rough and perfect. He fumbled between them, his own hand closing around Landon. He was velvety steel, hot and heavy, throbbing in Evan’s grasp. He stroked him, awkward at first, then finding a rhythm as Landon moaned, a deep, ragged sound that vibrated through both of them.
They stood like that for a minute, just holding each other, jerking each other off in the steamy bathroom, their breaths coming in ragged pants, fogging the mirror completely. The only sounds were skin on skin, wet and sloppy, and their choked-off gasps.
Landon pulled back first, his eyes wild. “Not like this.” He spun Evan around, pushing him gently until Evan’s palms slapped against the cool, fogged mirror. Evan watched their blurred reflection, two pale shapes in the haze. Landon pressed against him from behind, his hard cock nestling into the cleft of Evan’s ass.
“Okay?” Landon whispered, his lips against the back of Evan’s neck.
Evan nodded, frantic. “Yeah. God, yes.”
Landon spat into his own hand, a crude, wet sound. He slicked himself, then pressed the head of his cock against Evan’s hole. There was pressure, a blunt, impossible stretching. Evan whimpered, pushing back instinctively.
“Relax,” Landon soothed, one hand braced on the sink, the other circling Evan’s hip. “Just relax for me, Ev.”
He pushed in. The burn was sharp, shocking, a line of fire. Evan groaned, his forehead dropping to the mirror. He felt split open, filled in a way he’d only fantasized about in the dark. Landon didn’t stop. He pushed slowly, steadily, until his hips were snug against Evan’s ass, until he was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Landon gasped, his body trembling. “You’re so tight. Holy shit.”
He began to move. Short, shallow thrusts at first, letting Evan adjust. Then deeper. Harder. The rhythm built, a driving, punishing pace that shook the sink cabinet with every slam. The sound of their bodies meeting was obscenely loud, skin slapping against skin, mixed with Landon’s grunts and Evan’s high, breathy moans.
Evan’s world narrowed to the sensation of being speared, of Landon’s thick cock pistoning in and out of him, hitting a spot inside that made lights flash behind his eyelids. He reached back, groping blindly, his hand tangling in Landon’s hair, pulling him closer. Landon bit his shoulder, a sharp, possessive pain that sent a new jolt of pleasure straight to Evan’s core.
“You gonna come?” Landon snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic, brutal. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
It was the command in his voice that did it. The heat coiled in Evan’s gut snapped. His cock jerked, untouched, and he came in hot, white stripes across the fogged mirror and the porcelain sink below, his body clamping down hard around Landon’s invading length. The convulsions of his orgasm triggered Landon’s. With a final, deep thrust and a ragged shout, Landon emptied himself inside Evan, his hips stuttering, his whole body seizing.
They hung there for a long moment, collapsed together against the sink, breathing in ragged, syncopated gasps. Slowly, carefully, Landon pulled out. The sensation made Evan shiver.
Silence descended, broken only by the drip of the shower head and their slowing breaths. The air, once steamy, now felt chilly on their sweat-slicked skin.
Landon turned Evan around. He looked wrecked, his eyes soft and his face open in a way Evan had never seen. He leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep and achingly tender. It tasted like sweat and salt and something else, something new.
When they parted, Evan rested his forehead against Landon’s. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t awkward. It was vast, full of everything they hadn’t said.
“Well,” Landon finally whispered, a trace of his old smile touching his lips. “That happened.”
Evan laughed, a shaky, breathless sound. “Yeah.” He looked past Landon’s shoulder at their reflection in the clearing mirror. Two naked boys, surrounded by the mundane mess of a cheap bathroom. Everything was the same. And nothing would ever be the same again.
“Now what?” he asked, his voice small.
Landon’s arms tightened around him. “Hell if I know,” he said. And for the first time, that didn’t feel terrifying. It felt like a beginning.