weak (when you're around) // bronnie

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Ronnie laughed, "oh man, that's hot—but I'm not your boss, okay?" He sincerely looked me in the eyes and cupped my cheek then stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. I nodded and he retracted his hand. He started walking back to the door, "Promise me you won't leave though?" He said, half way out. I nodded quickly again, why would I? A free luxurious room and an attractive man—I would be stupid to leave.

He smiled and slipped out the door, leaving me to have the hotel room all to myself.

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The shower was nicer than any shower I've been in and included soap I'd never be rich enough to afford. I could've slept in it, it was so nice. I don't remember how long I was in there, but it was enough time for Ronnie to return.

I almost screamed as he opened the bathroom door and stepped in casually. He sat the shopping bags he was carrying on the floor and looked up at me. I tried to cover my body self-consciously. "Don't be so shocked, it's just me," he smirked. "Can I join? We are in a drought and you've been in there for quite a while."

He did make a good point. I gulped and nodded. Without a single bit of hesitation, he began stripping his clothes off—and I couldn't take my eyes off him as he did. When he was completely naked, he opened the glass door to the shower and I stepped back to make some room for him.

I was still covering myself up as much as I could with my arms. He, however, just let everything loose, radiating confidence. I could have looked anywhere besides his crotch, yet I looked at his crotch. If I wasn't self-conscious before, I was 10,000% more self-conscious then.

He noticed my stare and chuckled ever so slightly. I finally looked up at his face, speechless and wide-eyed. "This doesn't have to be sexual, Brandon," he soothed, "and stop covering yourself up—I'm sure you're beautiful." He took his hand and tugged my arms from their protective positions. I let him grab my wrist and hold them to my sides, getting a full glimpse of my naked body. "See? I was right—you are beautiful." He slowly bit his bottom lip, still observing my body. Just that alone could have made me come. The arousal was rather inconvenient, as I wasn't ready for Ronnie to—how do you say this gracefully? Fuck me against the glass door.

I glanced between his face and his gaze towards what was going on downstairs. I was rock-fucking-solid and it was embarrassing. He let go of my wrist. "I'm not ready yet!" I blurted in a panic, thinking he was going to touch me.

His gaze met my eyes. "Like I said, this doesn't have to be sexual," he comforted, then turned away from me—and began dumping some shampoo in his hand and washing his hair. Oh man, did I want to touch myself. My teenage self would have yelled at me for not taking advantage of one of his fantasies—a beautiful man taking a shower with me. I'm pretty sure that fantasy reoccurred more than I did my homework when I was a teen.

As if Ronnie could read my mind he said, "it's okay—you can take care of yourself."

"A-are you sure?" I managed, feeling like I was on fire. "I don't want to—I don't know, disappoint you. You just said this didn't need to be sexual—y-yet here I am—"

He stopped washing out his hair for a moment to look at me. "I don't want to make you feel like you owe me something," he told me calmly, then turned away and continued washing his hair.

I stood still, continuing to watch. I gained the confidence wrap my hand around my member as he was washing the conditioner out of his hair. I let out a shaky breath as I moved my hand and watched him glance at me through the corner of his eye and smirk. When he saw that I caught him, he looked away from me, but I really didn't care if he watched...at that point I kind of wanted him to watch.

He finished washing his hair completely and moved on to wash his body. I was surprised by how long I was lasting. Slowly, as bubbly soap covered his own body, he turned to me, and after rubbing the soap bar between his hands, placed them on my sides and moved them around, creating soap spuds on my own body.

"Is this okay? I just really wanted to feel you," He whispered, running his hands up from my stomach to my chest. I nodded frantically, wondering if he could feel my breath catch. "Baby boy, you're so quiet—don't be shy—moan for me."

The words "moan for me" rang in my head. I let out perhaps the loudest and unattractive grunt known to man. Ronnie giggled, "good, keep going—I want to know how good you feel." I started letting out moans I couldn't even tell were my own.

"Can I kiss you?" Ronnie asked, hands still traveling my body.

I nodded and my moans were shushed by Ronnie's gentle lips. I had only kissed a few people in my life and certainly not in a situation this high caliber, but he kissed me like we've been together for years. We must have been 10 minutes of kissing when I realized his hands were gone from my body and that he was also touching himself, which made my heart jump, making it all so real to me. I was really fooling around with the handsome man I attempted to get closer to by serving him drinks.

I grew flustered when his lips moved from my lips to my neck. I began breathily moaning again, feeling so incredible I had to tip my head back and close my eyes. Ronnie stopped and pulled back to look at me. I tipped my head forward, so my forehead rested against his.

"How are you lasting this long?" He grunted.

"I don't know," I panted.

He moved his free hand near my dick, "can I make you come?" Such a phrase coming from such a voice gave me chills. I nodded and he brushed my hand away and grabbed me, stroking me slowly. I let out another loud and messy moan.

"Do you want to touch me too?" He breathed heavily.

I reached forward and he let go of himself, I took his place. We kissed quickly and returned our foreheads against each other. Despite the steamy shower, I could feel his hot, heavy breathing against me.

"Am I doing good?" I asked.

"Y-yes, s-so good," he stuttered. He let out a rather loud moan and that was it for me.

"Oh! Ronnie, I'm gonna come. C-can I come?"

"Go ahead, come for me."

I didn't take my eyes off Ronnie as I let my orgasm take me like a gentle wave, and he watched as I shot down towards the drain.

"That was so hot," he breathed out heavily, "stroke me faster, Brandon."

My name sounded like a melody coming from him. I continued to keep my eyes on face as I pumped my hand faster. The way his plump lips formed an "O" in reaction was beautiful. "C'mon, Ronnie," I moaned, trying to spur him on like he did me, "come for me—I love touching you—I can only hope I'm making you feel at least half as good as you made me feel."

I watched in amazement as he came with a loud groan, slamming his hand against the shower wall opposite of the door. It was such a beautiful sight, I moaned with him. "That was so good," he panted and attacked me with an intense kiss. "Thank you," he said as he paused just to breathe. "How long until we can do that again?"

"Two hours," I responded, barely there, recovering. "Give me two hours."