Suds

mltaylor1985

Summary: Sabin showering… nuff said

A/N: Thanks to my dear friends, Annie and Jacq. For your ideas and insane jokes.

Rating: M

It had been a long, exhausting day. Up since 5am, he was ready to unwind and relax with some pizza and beer. However, he needed a shower first. Heading down the hall, into his bedroom, he called in his pizza order. He walks into the bathroom, turns the shower on, full blast and steaming hot. Immediately, the glass doors fogged over. Slowly, he begins to undress peeling his sweaty shirt over his head. Then he unzips his pants. He inserts his thumbs and pushed down. His penis springing out of his boxer briefs like a jack-in-the-box.

His muscles screamed in agony and protest as he stretched his arms above his head. His body, naked and sweaty, glistened in the sun rays that poured in through his window shades. Finally he climbs in the shower. Water pounding against his body, making little ripples across his abdomens. His body, musky from his intense workout, began to uncoil and relax. Causing him to release several moans. He grabs the shampoo, lathering it in his hands, then attacks his hair with as much passion as he could muster.

The suds trail down his neck, descending across his chest, on a one way street to glory land. His taut muscles contract as he rubs them. Back and forth, up and down, vigorously at first then slowing the pace. Sudsy soap sliding down his rock hard abs, migrating to the Holy Grail. He grabs his balls, cupping them in his hand and begins to lather them up. The friction causes his cock to tingle. One hand massages his balls while the other begins to stroke his cock.

Moans escape through his lips, pleasure rippling through his body. He goes slow, trying to make it last as long as possible. Instinctively, his hips begin to pump. In and out, up and down. No longer able to withstand the pressure building, he speeds up his motions. His hand shakes as he jerks up and down. Throwing back his head, he lets out a guttural scream. His muscles tense then relax as he reaches fulfillment.

Drained from his workout and shower escapade, he scrubs his body lazily. Running his hands up and down mindlessly. Suddenly, he hears the doorbell. Damn, he had forgotten all about his pizza. He exits the shower, wraps a towel around his waist, and heads to the front door. Just as he is about to apologize for the delay, he looks up and sees breasts. Like magnets, he eyes are drawn to them. Beautiful, round, pert breasts. He towel begins to tent and his cheeks burn with his embarrassment. He hands over a bill, not really sure what it is, grabs his pie, and shuts the door. He groans as he realizes his erection is not subsiding. He heads back towards his room, lays the pizza on his bedside table, whips the towel off, and sets to work. His engorged cock is heavy in his hand. He lies back on his bed and begins to hum his favorite song.

He paces himself, not wanting to rush it. Ripples of pleasure course through his body; his blood feels like it is on fire. As he reaches the peak, his body snaps upward. His mouth opens but no sound emerges. As he comes down from his high, little moans and gasps escape his throat. Exhausted and most definitely relaxed, he falls asleep with a smirk on his face.