Rory stepped out of the pool, shook himself like a dog, and walked over to where Dave was toweling himself off. The pool was deserted at this time of day, and even though Lima Heights' YMCA was popular, no one really came here one the weekdays.

They walked to the showers, pushing each other and laughing until they got though the door. They hadn't even reached the showers themselves when Dave backed Rory into a wall, glancing around to make sure no one was around before snaking his hand into the other boy's swim trunks. Rory bucked his hips and bit his lip.

"Is this why you wanted to come here?" Rory asked, gasping.

"Let's just say, my bedroom has gotten enough attention lately." Dave said, stroking, his voice low, raspy, so sexy.

"Bloody hell Dave." He threw his head back against the wall and gripped Dave's hair, pulling him into a heated kiss full of passion and lust.

The bigger boy moved his hands to roam the other boy's chest, taking in every detail, his thumbs grazing over his nipples, the noises coming from the other boy driving him wild, making him want more.

"I couldn't take my eyes off of you." Dave whispered, his breath hot against Rory's ear.

Rory's world was getting smaller and smaller by the second. He blinked furiously, trying to get some form of control. He wasn't used to being bottom, but the sensations that Dave was making him feel were incredible. He had half a mind to allow him to continue. Well, only half a mind. Rory swiftly grabbed Dave's hardness through his trunks, pulled them down, dropped to his knees, and took the whole of Dave into his mouth.

There were several reasons why Dave loved that talented mouth of Rory's and this was in the top two. His hands were on the wall, holding himself upright, while that talented tongue worked. He was gasping, moaning, trying not to buck his hips as he was drowned in pleasure. He could feel the coil in his stomach tightening.

"Roar, I'm coming!"

His knees buckled as he came, The wall the only thing keeping him upright. There were white spots on the corner of his vision. He looked down to see Rory, smirking up at him. Dave pulled him up into another heated kiss, trapping the smaller boy between himself and the wall, while fumbling with his shorts.

He licked, sucked, and bit a trail from his lips, down his jaw, to his chest where he flicked each nipple, then slowly making a trail down his stomach, feeling the fingers pulling his hair, nails raking his scalp, as he dropped down, and mouthed the hard flesh through the swim trunks.

"Damnit Dave, stop teasing!"

In one swift movement, he had pulled the shorts down and taken the hard member in his mouth.

Rory was melting, his whole body becoming a puddle of goo in the hands of his boyfriend. For a guy who was so reluctant to try anything physical, he sure was good at it. As Dave flicked his tongue around his head, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body, Rory was having trouble forming words.

"Shi- Bloody hell!

Dave had moved his hands to grip Rory's ass, which was his weak spot, and started caressing it, kneading each cheek, pulling him forward, taking more and more of him until his nose was in the coarse brown hair there. He swallowed.

Rory came with Dave's name on his lips, and slid down the wall, collapsing on the floor, where they both kicked off their trousers and ended with Rory sitting on Dave's lap, his head resting on the bigger boy's shoulder.

"Rory?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

Rory looked up. "For what?"

"Everything."

Rory looked into those brown eyes, and smiled.

"You're welcome."