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Jannik's pretty used to ending long days with a shower. The hot water eases the ache in his muscles as he works shampoo through his hair, blunt nails scratching lazily at his scalp. It's been a long day, but at least nothing hurts too badly. Tilting his head back, he lets the water rinse away the soap, eyes closed as steam curls around him. Tonight, he gets the bathroom to himself last, so he doesn't even feel guilty about lingering. He takes his time, breathing out a quiet sigh as the tension slowly melts from his shoulders.
Less relaxing is the loud slide and drag of the shower door opening. Jannik's head jerks forward, eyes wide, as Carlos steps into the shower. “Carlos?” Jannik asks uncertainly. The two of them are close, and it isn't like they'd never seen each other without clothes on, they share a room, after all. But Jannik has always preferred to shower alone, he likes the time and space to himself, and Carlos has never been one to push those boundaries.
“Just saving water,” Carlos tells him, carefully closing the door after him. Jannik's pretty sure it's a lie and he's almost certain that Carlos has already showered. Carlos takes one step towards him, letting his hands settle firmly against the lines of Jannik's hips, and oh, the smile he directs up at Jannik, mischievous and promising. It makes Jannik swallow hard.
Understanding dawns on him, slowly, and Jannik curls a wet hand around the back of Carlos's neck. “I didn't know you were so into saving the environment,” he tells him, a grin growing on his lips.
“One shower at a time,” Carlos agrees, and then he pushes up on his tip toes, balancing with his hands on Jannik's hips, and he kisses him.
Sometimes, Jannik thinks this is his favourite part. It's familiar now, the perfect bow of Carlos's lips and the little noises he makes as Jannik licks into his mouth. If he was tired before, it fades when Carlos presses up against him, slick and wet and present in a way that's almost overwhelming. It's so easy for him to let Carlos crowd him back against the shower wall, Carlos's knee sliding between his. He'd be a bit embarrassed that he's already getting hard, but then Carlos grinds up against him, looking so pleased.
“So easy for me,” he tells Jannik, beaming at him before stretching up to swallow his moan. The possessive tilt to Carlos's head sends a jolt of heat straight down Jannik's spine. No, this is his favourite part. When Carlos looks up at him like he's all his, and all Jannik wants to do is give himself over to Carlos, because he is.
Carlos always kisses him thoroughly, but tonight he presses Jannik back with intent. Jannik is more than willing to follow his lead, his hands tentative on either side of Carlos's face. It's either the steam from the shower or the insistent way that Carlos pushes his thigh up between his, but Jannik is getting lightheaded. “Carlos,” he says, and Carlos just chuckles, dragging his fingertips down Jannik's ribs.
“I've got you,” Carlos says, and then he drops to his knees.
Jannik can't help the high noise he makes in the back of his throat as Carlos swallows him down. His hands drop to curve around Carlos's skull and he gasps, doing his best not to let his fingers tighten in Carlos's wet hair. It feels so fucking good, he has to fight back the groan in his throat. The sloppy bobs of Carlos's head, the firm press of his tongue, it still has him out of breath, his hips jerking up into Carlos's mouth. “Carlos,” he sighs again, and Carlos's hand slides from his hip, fingers wrapping tight around the base of Jannik's cock and squeezing. Jannik whines.
When Carlos pulls off for a second, the sight of his red, swollen lips makes Jannik's cock twitch. “Not yet,” Carlos tells him, and he sounds like he's got an agenda. He planned tonight. Jannik's breath catches in his throat. Carlos rests his forehead against Jannik's thigh, and Jannik can feel him smile. “Hold on.”
Carlos doesn't make it easy, not when Jannik is so hard he aches and he just wants to feel the heat of Carlos's mouth again. “I have to wait?” Jannik groans, breathless.
Carlos looks up from where he's fumbling with something and flicks him in the thigh. “Patience,” he chides. He's infuriatingly calm, like he has all the time in the world as he shifts back in front of Jannik.
It takes Jannik a second to figure out what Carlos is asking of him but eventually he finds himself with one leg resting on Carlos's shoulder. He realizes what Carlos was fiddling with when, in one smooth movement, Carlos takes his cock into his mouth and presses a finger into him. If Jannik had any brain power at the moment, he'd admire Carlos's multi-tasking. As it is, it takes every ounce of his self control not to tangle his hands in Carlos's hair and drag him forward. Between the way Carlos works his tongue against the underside of the head of his cock and the stretch of his finger, Jannik is losing his mind.
Carlos has a sixth sense for this kind of thing, it seems, and he pulls away to look up at him. His free hand shifts down to grip the base of Jannik's cock again, and it's so frustrating that Jannik groans. “Easy,” Carlos says, and even with Jannik's self restraint, he can hear the rough edge to Carlos's voice. It makes his cock twitch in Carlos's hand. He hasn't ceased the slow twist and push of his finger inside Jannik, though, and even with the calming weight of Carlos's gaze, Jannik is a wreck. Still, he likes the promise in Carlos's eyes enough that he forces his hands to his sides, fingers tensing against wet tile. Carlos has a plan. He thinks it'll be worth it.
Chest heaving, skin hot, Jannik watches as Carlos turns and presses his lips to the inside of his thigh. There's the barest bite of teeth, and then he grins up at Jannik. “Good?” he asks.
“How are you so calm this time?” Jannik says, breathless. He doesn't understand how Carlos is taking him apart so easily with his hands and his mouth and staying so composed.
This time, Jannik knows he feels Carlos's teeth. “I jerked off before I came in,” Carlos admits, like it's nothing, and if Carlos weren't basically holding him up, Jannik would have sagged and fallen right to the floor. It's probably the hottest thing that Jannik has ever heard, and he stares down at Carlos, eyes wide.
Carlos takes advantage of Jannik's distraction to push another finger in. The stretch makes Jannik's hips jerk and his head hits the tiled wall with a thud, mouth falling open. “Carlos,” he pleads, but instead of letting him come, Carlos squeezes tight around his cock, and then swallows him down again.
It's maddening and it makes his head spin, the way that Carlos uses his deft hands and wet mouth to bring Jannik right to the brink and then drag him back again. By the time Carlos works in a third finger, Jannik is past words, reduced to wordless whining as he tries to grind down against Carlos's hand at the same time as he arches up into his mouth. His hands find their way into Carlos's hair of their own volition.
His fingers tighten and suddenly, Carlos's mouth and fingers are gone. Jannik's eyes fly open at the loss, a protest on his lips, but Carlos is ahead of him. “Patience,” he says again as he stands, and he reaches for something on the shower stall floor. Jannik doesn't let him get there. He's too busy trying to kiss him, hands on Carlos's ribs as he pulls him close, desperately seeking friction.
Carlos laughs. “What happened to my good boy? I thought you were supposed to be the patient one.” He plants a hand against Jannik's chest, pinning him gently back against the shower wall.
Reluctantly, Jannik lets him, fingers curling into fists as he tries to pull himself back from that edge. “Carlos, please,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.
Carlos, like the eager boyscout he is, is prepared. Jannik watches as he carefully rolls on a condom. When he looks up again, his expression is a mixture of desire and irritation. With steady hands, he turns Jannik around. “I've got you,” he says, his hands sliding down Jannik's sides before he presses his lips to Jannik's shoulder blade and pushes in.
Jannik almost sobs with relief. Carlos wastes no time, murmurs a soothing word against Jannik's skin and then he digs his thumbs into Jannik's hips, fucking him nice and slow. It's simultaneously perfect and infuriating, so good but still, not quite enough.
He loves it when Carlos takes charge like this, holding him firm as he sets the pace. It's gratifying to know that he's finally starting to slip, and Jannik can hear it in the catch of Carlos's breath, feel it in the drag of his lips across his shoulder. Even if he's so hard it aches, he submits to the leisurely pace that Carlos sets, doesn't struggle when Carlos wraps his fingers around the base of his cock again, pulling him back.
Carlos has always liked the intimacy of skin on skin, and now is no different, his chest pressed against Jannik's back as he rolls his hips up. This angle doesn't give him much leverage, but Jannik likes the way that Carlos's teeth skim across his skin. The heat of Carlos's breath makes Jannik's legs shake. He's so close and Carlos still won't let him come.
He reaches back a hand to curl around Carlos's head and hold him close, and Carlos rewards him with a kiss to the back of his neck, his hips snapping up. The noise of the shower, starting to run cold, covers up a lot of things, but Jannik's pretty sure that the rest of the group heard the moan he just let out. “Please,” he sobs, and Carlos grunts. “Please, Carlos, please.”
It takes only a few more moments and then Carlos gasps his name, pressing him into the shower stall wall as his hips jerk and he comes. As Carlos slows his movements, slowly pulling away, Jannik thinks that he'll have finger-shaped bruises on his hips in the morning, and that thought makes his dick jerk in Carlos's hand.
That jogs Carlos out of his daze. “You've been so good,” he tells Jannik, and his voice is hoarse. When he finally, finally starts jerking Jannik off, his hand is quick and firm and it's really only takes a stroke or two before Jannik's vision whites out and he comes harder than he ever has. Carlos muffles his shout with his free hand, laughing against Jannik's shoulder even as he strokes him through it.
Maybe, if Jannik hadn't just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life, he might have the presence of mind to be embarrassed of the noise he made, of the way he sags against Carlos, his knees giving way. Carlos catches him, like he always does, although not without complaint. “You're heavy,” Carlos tells him, grimacing as he reaches behind himself to wash his hands clean of Jannik's come.
The best that Jannik can manage is incomprehensible mumbling, but he straightens. If he had had any energy left after their long day of practice, it's gone now, and he wilts, leaning against the shower wall, not even caring that the water has gone cold. He still feels hot, feels the trace of Carlos's hands and mouth on him, and he likes it.
It's Carlos who cleans them up, disposing of the mess and tugging Jannik out of the shower. He lets Carlos towel dry his hair, but he stops him before he can do his own, catching his wrists and pulling him in for a sleepy-sweet kiss. This time, it's Carlos who melts into him, hands tugging at Jannik's damp, messy hair.
Jannik doesn't know what this is between them, but he does know that he's in love with the way that Carlos smiles at him, affectionate and possessive. Both of them a mess, damp and tired, and Jannik is pretty sure he's never been happier.