What Happened in the Shower on the Morning of the Farewell

Dawn came through the picture window in a warm, unhurried light. The sun was rising behind the bay, its rays playing across the gentle waves of a windless morning, reflecting off the water until the apartment walls were filled with glints of light. I stayed there for a while watching the spectacle, still naked among the tangled sheets, feeling Andrés’s body pressed against my back.

I didn’t want to move. I knew that the moment I did, the day would start rushing forward—and the day that was beginning was the day we would part.

We had spent our first night together. The first real one, after months of messages sent at odd hours, calls that ended in whispers, and a stolen encounter in a bar in another city where we had barely dared brush hands. And now, before noon, each of us had to return to his own life. Him to his province, me to mine. To our homes, our families, that façade we wore like a suit that never quite fit.

Twelve hours. They gave us only twelve hours, and now I have to give him back.

The thought pierced me. It wasn’t simple sadness; it was a mixture of pain and something like fear—the fear that what we had just discovered might not survive the distance.

I went over the entire night in my mind despite myself. How we had torn each other’s clothes off the moment we closed the door, how Andrés had pushed me facedown onto the bed and spread my ass cheeks with both hands to lick my ass until I moaned into the pillow. How afterward I was the one who knelt between his legs and sucked his cock slowly, feeling it swell in my mouth and feeling him take hold of my hair to set the pace. How he had ridden me with his entire cock inside him, moving his ass in circles while I held his hips and begged him for more. How he had come the first time, shooting across my chest in hot jets that he then spread with his fingers over my neck and mouth. How I had come the second time, thrusting hard inside him until I emptied myself into his ass with a long moan. The loose laughter at four in the morning, both of us exhausted and sticky, talking about things I had never told anyone. It had been more than sex, and that was exactly what made the morning beginning now so difficult.

Andrés shifted behind me and kissed the nape of my neck. I felt his cock, already half-hard again, pressing against my naked ass.

“Are you awake?” he murmured, his voice hoarse with the sound of someone who had slept little and didn’t regret it.

“For a while,” I replied. “I was watching the river.”

“Come on, let’s have breakfast outside. I want to feel the air before this becomes real.”

***

We dressed in silence, with the tender awkwardness of bodies that already knew each other but still looked at one another. We went downstairs to a café facing the water and ordered coffee and croissants at a table beside the picture window. Outside, the cool breeze lifted the foam from the waves.

To anyone passing on the sidewalk, we were two men in suits, two businessmen passing through the city, going over figures before a meeting. No one would have imagined that half a day earlier those same two men had met in a bar on the outskirts, trembling, still unsure whether what they felt would explode or fade away. No one would have imagined, either, that beneath his trousers, the one stirring his coffee with a bored expression still had a burning ass from the fucking the night before.

There was no uncertainty anymore. We had gotten past that during the night.

“When do you think we’ll be able to see each other again?” he asked, stirring his coffee without drinking it.

“I don’t know. Soon. I’ll have to invent a trip, a trade fair, something,” I said. “You look for a reason too.”

He smiled sadly.

“Business,” he said. “We’ll always have some unfinished business in some city, won’t we?”

“Always,” I promised, and beneath the table I squeezed his knee, then slid my hand upward until I brushed his bulge through the fabric. I felt him harden instantly.

“If you keep touching me like that, we’re not going to make it back to the apartment,” he murmured with a crooked smile.

“That’s the point,” I replied.

It was nine o’clock. Check-out was at eleven. We did the math without saying it aloud: we had two hours left, and we both knew exactly where we wanted to spend them.

“Let’s go back,” he said, and there was no need to add anything else.

***

We rode the elevator without touching, holding everything in, watching each other in the bronze mirror like two teenagers waiting until the door closed. The tension built with every floor indicated on the panel. By the time we reached the apartment, I was already breathing differently, my cock pressed tight against my fly, swollen just from thinking about what was coming.

The number for each floor took an eternity to change. I glanced at it and found him looking at me, and we both turned our eyes away at once, biting back our desire. I felt my heart in my throat and heat rising from my belly. When the elevator finally opened, I practically shoved him down the hall, wrestling with the lock while he breathed against my neck and ran a hand over my ass, squeezing me hard through my trousers.

As soon as we crossed the threshold, Andrés lunged at me before I could set the keys on the table. He kissed me deeply, hungrily, pushing me against the wall of the foyer. The keys fell to the floor, and neither of us looked at them.

Our bodies came together in a tight embrace, and our tongues began a slow, possessive dance, as if we wanted to memorize the taste of each other for the weeks of absence ahead. I felt his quickened breathing against my cheek, the heat rising between us, and his hard cock digging into mine through our two layers of clothing.

“I need your mouth,” I said in a broken voice, and I didn’t wait for an answer.

I tore off his jacket, yanked at his shirt until two buttons popped, and undid his belt with clumsy fingers. When I pulled down his trousers and briefs in one tug, his cock sprang free, hard and thick, its tip already glistening. I crouched right there against the foyer wall and took him all the way down my throat.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, bracing both hands against the wall above my head. “That’s it, baby, suck me like that.”

I started sucking him with both hands, one around the base and the other holding his balls, moving my head back and forth and letting the tip bump against my palate. I felt his thighs tense, felt his cock throb in my mouth each time I pulled it all the way out to lick him from his balls to the tip before swallowing him again. He grabbed my hair and began to thrust, fucking my mouth slowly, looking down at me with his jaw slack.

“You suck so good, goddamn. Last night wasn’t enough, and today won’t be enough either.”

I answered with a muffled moan, my mouth full of his cock, and pushed a finger between his buttocks to press against his ass. I felt him shudder and pull away abruptly, grabbing me beneath the arms to lift me up.

“Come on. Come with me. Not yet. I don’t want to finish yet.”

He led me toward the bathroom, and I let him, my trousers around my calves and my shirt unbuttoned. There was nothing in me that wanted to resist. I wanted so badly to feel each other, to possess each other one last time, that I would have followed him to the ends of the earth.

***

He turned on the tap and waited for the water to grow warm. We finished tearing off our clothes, throwing them anywhere on the wet floor. Steam began to fog the glass as we stepped together beneath the hot shower. Water ran over our faces and shoulders, puddling on the floor, and our mouths found each other again, more slowly now, savoring every second.

I pressed him against the tiles and grabbed his cock with my right hand, squeezing it while I bit his neck, his collarbone, his right nipple, until I made him moan. With my other hand I searched for his ass, spread his cheeks, and ran my finger over his hole, pressing just slightly. I felt him open for me, still loose from the fucking the night before.

“There, baby, there,” he gasped. “Put it in me.”

I plunged my whole finger in at once, and he threw his head back, striking it against the tiles. I fingered him for a long while, adding a second finger and moving them in circles while I continued masturbating his cock with my other hand. Andrés writhed against the wall, eyes closed and mouth open, water streaming over his entire body.

“Stop, stop,” he suddenly said, grabbing my wrist. “Stop, I’m going to come.”

I slowly withdrew my fingers. Andrés took a deep breath, looked at me, and then knelt in front of me.

He looked up at me from below, his hair plastered to his forehead and his eyes shining with something that wasn’t only water. My cock stood a handspan from his face, hard, red, throbbing.

“Baby,” he said, his voice trembling, “last night I had your cock inside my ass, I swallowed your cum in the middle of the night, you made me yours in every way. Now I’m asking you for one more thing. I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to fill my mouth with your milk. Please.”

I didn’t answer with words. I couldn’t have. I caressed his wet face with both hands, and that was all the yes he needed.

He began to lick me slowly, running his tongue over every inch of me beneath the water. He licked my balls one by one, sucking them and taking them fully into his mouth. Then he moved up the shaft of my cock with a flat tongue, slowly, watching me, until he reached the tip. There he stopped, playing his tongue around the crown, taking the head halfway into his mouth before letting it go again. He was driving me crazy.

“Don’t play,” I begged. “Suck me all the way.”

He swallowed me in one go, all the way to the back of his throat. I felt the warmth of his throat tightening around my cock and had to grab the shower rod to keep from falling. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs to hold my ass, and he pulled me toward him, making it clear that I should fuck his mouth without fear.

I began to move, thrusting slowly at first, then harder, watching my cock enter and leave his lips. Every time I pulled out, a thread of saliva and water hung from his chin. Every time I pushed back in, he welcomed me with a low moan that vibrated through my entire cock.

His gaze never left mine. There was desire, a kind of ecstasy, and something deeper that neither of us had yet dared to name. I looked at him and knew that my face was saying exactly the same thing.

Steam covered everything. The only sounds were the water striking the tiles, the obscene slurping of his mouth sucking my cock, and my own breathing, growing more ragged by the second. I put one hand against the wall to steady myself; my legs were beginning to give way.

At one point Andrés lowered one hand to touch himself without stopping servicing me with the other. I watched his back move in rhythm with the way he jerked himself below, and I felt him moan softly with my cock inside him, a muffled sound that vibrated through my entire body. And just when I knew he was about to finish, he raised his free hand, slipped a finger between my buttocks, and slid it barely inside my ass—and that small intrusion was all it took.

I emptied myself into his mouth with a shudder born deep inside me, fast and fierce, an explosion that forced me to grab the back of his neck and sink all the way in while I came. I felt jets of semen spilling out one after another—one, two, three, four—filling his mouth and running from the corners of his lips, mixed with the water. He took me without pulling away, swallowing what he could, clinging to my hips as if he never wanted to let me go, his throat working around my cock.

Almost at the same time, I felt him convulse against my leg. He came into his own hand, a tremor running through his entire back, moaning with his mouth still full of me.

What he did next took me by surprise. He brought his hand to his mouth, gathered his semen together with mine, and swallowed it all. Then he looked up, smiled with his lips shining, and said something that still raises gooseflesh on my skin whenever I remember it.

“Now it’s real. Now I’m carrying you inside me too.”

He rose slowly, water streaming over his body and his cock still dripping, and kissed me. I tasted the salty, thick trace of both of us mixed together in his mouth, and instead of making me uncomfortable, it sent a shiver through me. I returned it with my tongue, searching out every last trace, sucking his lips and licking his chin where a thread had remained. I held him tightly against me, feeling the warm water envelop us both and our still-sensitive cocks brushing against each other between our bellies.

When we parted our mouths, I whispered in his ear:

“Yes, baby. Now we carry each other with us. Wherever we are.”

***

The water turned cold before we were ready to get out. We dried ourselves in silence, still watching each other in the fogged mirror, drawing out every gesture: the coffee we never drank, the towel we passed over each other’s backs, the extra kiss on the shoulder, the hand I ran over his now-soft cock one last time while I dried him.

After that, there was nothing left but to get dressed. The suits went back on, and the two businessmen reappeared in the reflection as if nothing had happened between them. We went downstairs, returned the keys at reception, and called a taxi to the airport.

At the terminal we shared one last coffee, this time draining the cup to the bottom. We spoke little. There was no need. When my flight was announced, Andrés squeezed my hand beneath the table, just as I had squeezed his hours earlier by the river.

“Find me a reason,” I said.

“I’ll always have business in your city,” he replied, and his smile faltered a little.

We said goodbye like two colleagues, with one of those hugs that arouse no suspicion, but we both knew what that embrace held inside. I walked toward my gate without turning around, because if I turned around, I wouldn’t board that plane.

We were only just beginning to know each other. We had barely scratched the surface of what we could be. But one thing became clear to me as the plane took off and the bay grew smaller below: there would be many more “business meetings” in our lives, and I would count the days until the next one, with the taste of his semen still in my mouth.