His underclothes are tossed carelessly on the floor next to the sink.

This is amazing…We're close to each other, not touching, but still close- the shower stall isn't large and right now I'm thankful it's on the small side. Neither of us speaks, but we don't need to- just being here like this with each other says more than enough.

I watch Kaidan, somewhat fascinated, somewhat hesitant- I don't really know what to do. Doesn't look like he does, either- the other day, before Noveria, he'd told me that he'd never been with a man, not out of any sort of distaste for the concept, but rather he just assumed that when he could allow himself to engage himself in a relationship, it'd be with a woman. Apparently, it hadn't taken him long to get used to the idea of being attracted to another guy; what had was the fact that the guy in question was another biotic, another Marine, and was his commanding officer who apparently had feelings for him in return. It'd been a lot of information to process all at once.

I decide it's my turn to be reassuring. I touch his face, gently, feeling his skin. His eyes close as he rests his cheek in my hand. Tentatively, he places a palm on my chest, and leans forward, pressing his body to mine. It's almost too much- the heat of the shower, the heat of Kaidan; I'm dizzy and I don't know if it's the steam or the situation or both, but I can feel my face and ears flush as our lips meet. My stomach feels like it's up in my chest and my heart is pounding. It's like pulling negative Gs.

We pull away for a moment, each of us studying the other, watching for some sign either way. We must find it, even if neither of us realizes it, because in an instant we're all over each other again, lips parting, tongues exploring the other's mouth. This close, his scent is even more intoxicating- clean but very masculine.

I draw back once more, catching my breath and keenly aware of my own arousal as well as his- but neither of us says anything about it. I don't think either of us wants this to be over too quickly. This should last, because right now, this isn't just about the sex- it's about how much we mean to each other.

"Well, I haven't gotten my nightly shower yet." He's still smiling as he ducks under the showerhead, head thrown back, eyes closed, running his fingers through that lovely black hair and his hands over his toned body. Now, instead of the gentle splash of water simply leaving droplets on his skin, the spray hits him full force and runs down over him in rivulets. I can't deny that I'm enjoying watching this. Too much. I know he's inviting me to participate, and I give in.

He presses himself into me, wrapping those muscular arms of his around me and I return the embrace, leaning into him as well. There isn't any ignoring our bodies' reactions now- nagging hot flesh bumps against nagging hot flesh. My first reaction is to pull back in embarrassment, but I don't and a little grunting moan escapes my throat. Seemingly with a mind of their own, my hands wander down to his buttocks and squeeze them, pulling him in closer to me.

Kaidan's got a hand sliding down my chest, gently pinching the nipple in its path, down, around my navel and…Mmm.

He's got his hand around us both, stroking, thrusting himself against me and God, it feels so good. We're both breathing hard, legs and buttocks straining as we try to get ever closer to one another, continually rubbing up against each other.

He can see how much I'm needing this- he must- and he whispers to me, in between the huffs of hot breaths, that he wants me to let go, wants me to allow myself release. I nod in acknowledgment, working myself faster until it is over. He watches me as the pleasure washes over me in waves, and I spill over into his hand, covering his hardness. His pace increases and soon he follows, and we collapse onto each other. Our breathing slows as do our pounding hearts. A look of absolute satisfaction crosses his face and I grin, leaning back against the cool tiles of the shower.

I grab a handful of shower gel from the dispenser set into the wall and lather myself up, grabbing another and smoothing the soap over him as well. We finish our shower, the urgency of our lust no longer dogging us, like two men with the luxury of never having anywhere to be.