Alex and Rosario Don't Celebrate Kwanzaa

"But mine won't be home for hours," he chuckled, scooting closer. "Besides--you live with your parents, right?"

"No," Rosario replied. "No, no, of course not. I just...my parents will...probably come to my apartment sooner or later. Sooner, probably, but...they don't have to know we're home."

He frowned.

"...I don't want to bother your roommates."

"No, it's fine," he said, running his hands over Rosario's chest. "We have a sock system and everything."

"That'snotwhatImeant," Rosario insisted, pressing against the back of the couch in a desperate attempt to escape. "I-I just...if I'm going to be staying here, I don't want to get in anyone's way..."

"Oh no, baby, you'll be fine," he said, kissing Rosario on the cheek and neck. "Like I told you, they're hardly here at all, normally..."

"I-if you say so," he mumbled awkwardly, finding it difficult to argue anymore.

He began unbuttoning Rosario's shirt.

"I really like you, you know," he said honestly.

"...you shouldn't," he mumbled, frowning. "...if...we're...going to do this, can...it be in the shower?"

He pulled off his sweater and tossed it on the ground.

"Of course we can, hun--I just need to get you out of these clothes."

Rosario wanted to protest, but he supposed he really couldn't.

He yanked off Rosario's shirt and unzipped his pants with a little too much enthusiasm. It had been far too long since he had undressed another man.

He yelped, only because that had been one of his nicer shirts. There wasn't much he could do about it now.

He kissed him on the lips as he slid off his pants and underwear.

"Wanna go shower now?" he asked, giggling.

"I...guess," he mumbled, standing up. It felt strange. He wasn't sure he liked it.

Alex practically dragged him to the bathroom, pulling off his earrings and dress. He wasn't wearing underwear.

"Let me start the shower," he said eagerly, climbing into the tub.

Rosario looked away, playing with the only clothing he had left; his rosary. He snuck glances at Alex, but felt bad about it.

Alex dragged Rosario under the hot water and began kissing him passionately. He groped his butt without restraint; no clothes meant it was fine to go all the way, right?

Rosario pressed Alex against the wall, so that he was still getting hit by the water. He ran his tongue over Alex's mouth, down to his neck where he sucked and kissed and licked. He ran his thumbs over his nipples, pressing kisses to them next.

Alex could have died from happiness if he wasn't so focused on getting laid. He wrapped his arms around Rosario, squeezing him tightly.

"Oh, honey--why did you ever hold back?" he sighed.

Rosario looked at him, frowning deeply.

"I...it's...it's not..." he stuttered, pushing his dreads from his face. "...don't ask."

"Sure thing," he said, grabbing his cock. "But are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Rosario bit his lip.

"I...uhm...my only...I mean..." he took a deep breath. "...don't, uhm. Don't be...too gentle."

Alex got on his knees and took almost all of Rosario into his mouth, sucking eagerly. It had been far, far too long.

Rosario gasped and desperately reached for a holding. He grabbed onto the shower head, nearly breaking it in half. He hadn't expected Alex to be quite so eager, nor had he thought he was getting a blowjob. A handjob would have been just as good. And less embarrassing, considering how loud he was being already.

He bobbed his head back and forth and stroked the base with his fingers; to his delight, his jaw began to hurt after only a few minutes. Apparently the big ones did hold out the longest.