Title: Glide
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,678
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.***
Mick looked around as he let himself into Josef's penthouse with his key, frowning when he saw no sign that his boyfriend was waiting for him. Well, he was nearly an hour earlier than he'd said he would be. Josef might be out.
No, scratch that. A smile spread across his face as he heard the water running in the shower; that told him exactly where Josef was. Shrugging out of his coat and kicking off his shoes, he headed for the bathroom, pausing when he was outside the door.
Would Josef want to be interrupted while he was in the shower? One thing they hadn't done in the time that they'd been together was shower with each other; he didn't know how his boyfriend would feel about that, if he would be annoyed at being bothered.
But if he wasn't .... Mick closed his eyes for a moment, imagining how that slender body would look under the spray of hot water from the shower head; how Josef's skin would feel under his hands, soft and slick; how it would feel to glide his hands over that body ....
His hand clenched into a fist, and he almost backed away from the door and went back to the living room. But he couldn't do that to himself. He had to see Josef in the shower, even if his boyfriend ordered him out of the bathroom and he found himself in disgrace.
Slowly turning the doorknob, he eased the bathroom door open, his eyes going to the shower. The glass door was slightly ajar; it was obvious that Josef was there, as Mick could see the outline of his slim body through the steamed glass.
Mick began to remove his own clothes, moving quickly and quietly. Within seconds, they lay in a pile on the floor, but he still hesitated to get into the shower. What if Josef was angry that his privacy we being disturbed? Maybe he should just go back into the other room.
No, he'd come this far. If Josef was upset, he'd apologize and leave, but he didn't think that would happen. Just because they'd never been in the shower together yet didn't mean that his boyfriend wouldn't want them to be. And he was about to find out.
Slowly opening the shower door, Mick stepped inside, closing it after him. Josef was turned away from him, his face raised towards the spray of warm water, a slight smile on his lips. Mick had to stop for a moment to admire the curve of his ass, the outline of his body.
His eyes swept over his lover's naked form, unable to keep from reaching out to touch that smooth, silken skin. When he did, Josef yelped and spun around, the vampiric glow flashing in his dark eyes for just a moment before he realized who was in the shower with him.
"Mick, you scared the hell out of me!" he accused, sounding annoyed. "But hey, it's good to know you're here," he said, his tone conciliatory. "I wondered how long it would take us to end up in the shower with each other. Longer than I thought."
"So you don't mind me being in the shower with you?" Mick asked, sliding his arms around Josef's waist and pulling the other man against him, Josef's back to his chest. "I would have done this before, but I wasn't too sure if you were ready for it."
"I've been ready for it," Josef murmured, leaning back against him. "I don't know if I'm up to having sex in the shower yet, but taking a shower together? Hell yes. I don't know why I haven't mentioned ti to you before. Seems like a pretty natural occurrence to me."
Mick agreed completely; this felt more natural than a lot of things he'd done in his life. Pulling Josef closer against him, he buried his face against his lover's neck, inhaling the warm, tangy scent that was uniquely Josef's, filling his senses with the other man's presence.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he whispered into Josef's ear as one hand glided down the front of his lover's body, his fingertips brushing against Josef's inner thigh, then curling gently around his shaft. "Or how beautiful you are?"
"I'm soaking wet," Josef protested, squirming slightly against him. "I can't look all that beautiful right now. My hair's plastered to my head and I'm all slick with body wash. If you think I'm beautiful, then you should be wearing glasses. Even in the shower."
"I don't think I need any glasses to show me how gorgeous you look right now," Mick murmured, his other hand moving down Josef's side to rest on his hip. His hand was already stroking his boyfriend's cock, from base to tip, enjoying the feeling of touching his lover.
Josef groaned softly, leaning his head back against Mick's shoulder. "Mick .... you don't know how good that feels," he whispered, one hand moving down his own chest. Mick's free hand joined Josef's, gliding slowly down his body, fingers splayed over his glistening skin.
He loved the feel of Josef's body under his fingertips, the slick, slippery feel of the body wash coating his skin, the firmness of those taut muscles under his hand. He could stay here forever and be perfectly happy, Mick told himself, taking a deep breath.
His fingers brushed over one small nipple, and he couldn't help but smile when it immediately hardened under the slight pressure of his fingers. He loved how responsive Josef's body was to his touch; it was as though this man had been made for him.
His hand was still working Josef's cock, stroking slowly and steadily; Mick slowly increased the speed, keeping his eyes on Josef's face. He wanted to see the moment that his boyfriend climaxed; he wanted to watch every expression on that handsome face.
Josef's eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted; Mick couldn't resist lowering his head to brush his own lips gently across the softness of Josef's mouth. The other man moaned softly against the pressure of their lips touching; his hips jerked forward, his body tensing under Mick's hands.
Mick knew there would be no rush of warmth over his hand; vampire bodies didn't work that way. There was an orgasm, an ejaculation, but no semen. He didn't mind that; it was enough to see the pleasure on Josef's face. He didn't mind not dealing with the sticky mess.
Josef cried out as he came, his body trembling in Mick's arms. Mick supported the other man as Josef leaned more heavily into him; if he could have, he would have picked Josef up and carried him out of the shower, but the space was a little too cramped for that.
Instead, he moved his hand on his boyfriend's cock, stroking up his sides, over his shoulders, admiring the beauty of the body that was bared to his gaze. There was still thin film of body wash on Josef's skin; Mick concentrated on washing it away.
He could tell that Josef was close to the edge by the way his lover's body stiffened in his arms, the shaking of his limbs, the escalation of his breathing. Within just a few moments, Josef was gasping and panting, his body trembling with the aftershock of his climax.
Mick pressed gentle kisses along Josef's bare shoulder, his neck, his cheek. He loved watching Josef come down from an orgasm; he'd always heard that a man was at his most beautiful right after he came, and for him, Josef was living proof of that statement.
Josef's voice was thick and husky when he spoke again. "You sure know how to make an entrance, don't you, Mick?" he murmured, a hint of laughter in his tone. "I didn't expect that, but I'm sure not going to turn it down if you want it to happen again."
Mick didn't answer for a moment; he was too busy gliding his hands over Josef's skin, making sure that the last vestiges of shower gel were gone from his body before he turned off the water. When he did speak, his voice was low and husky, the words full of meaning.
"Now that you've had a shower and gotten clean, mind if I take you to bed and get you dirty again?" he whispered, his blue gaze meeting Josef's. "I can think of a lot of things I want to do to you -- and I'm sure you're going to like every one of them."
"You mean I'll have to take another shower tonight?" Josef asked, wrinkling his nose, the laughter obvious under his words. "Okay, I don't have a problem with that. But only if you promise to be in the shower with me. After all, we're both going to be pretty dirty, I think."
Mick couldn't keep himself from laughing at those words. "Oh, I think I can manage that," he said, trying to sound serious, but failing as a soft laugh accompanied his words. "Both getting you dirty and taking a shower with you to clean up afterwards."
"Come on, then," Josef told him, opening the shower door and glancing at Mick. "Let's go get ourselves dirty. I mean really dirty." He winked at Mick teasingly before exiting the shower, leaving the other man to follow suit.
With a grin, Mick followed his lover out of the shower, reaching for one of the fluffy towels that hung on the rack right outside the door. He could hardly wait to get Josef into the bedroom and let his hands glide over that gorgeous body -- and then back into the shower for more of the same.***