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It's fun to shower at the YMDA
Three months after the heat wave had brought summer upon Revachol, autumn had crept in gently. Dusk came sooner, but still the warmth lingered in the evenings. The inhabitants of the squat at the end of the equally abandoned residential road made use of every remaining day of this transition of seasons. Barely a day had gone by without activities, visitors and little happenings.
It has probably been the nicest summer of his life, Noid admits to himself. It’s not an easy thing to admit for a chronic overthinker. Sort of sets every future summer up for an unfair competition, doesn’t it? He smiles to himself.
Over those summer months, the squat had become even more homely, and it had already ticked off most points to qualify as a home Noid found far, far more liveable than his family’s crammed flat. That old life - it now seems like a full lifetime ago.
Here, feuds and arguments were rare enough and usually solved by short-lived and often energetic discussions, which in turn were concluded by drinks and jokes. Chores were few and sensical - and in fact gave Noid so much space that he looked for his own tasks around the house. He’d found himself repairing doors, window frames and furniture now and then, motivated precisely by the freedom of not having to do so. When he’d found himself cooking up jam and preserves with the others after a housemate had scavenged too many cherries to eat in time, he’d felt something embarrassingly akin to domestic bliss.
He had noticed the leaves slowly changing colours a few weeks ago. Then, he’d started bringing a cardigan to their hangouts in the overgrown garden. And after that, bit by bit, the relaxed evenings had moved back into the kitchen and the living room.
Unfortunately, this also meant that the cold showers the squat’s bathroom provided were nothing short of being dreadful. What had felt rough but refreshing in the summer heat now presented a torture faced daily by Noid, and not-so-daily by Andre.
Noid gives him credit where credit is due - Andre still shows the gracious decency to wash his junk and armpits. When it’s time to cook and fire the old stove in the kitchen up anyways, Noid boils a big pot of water for Andre to do his sponge baths with. But it doesn’t quite do, neither for a pleasant degree of cleanliness, nor for comfort.
It doesn’t take long for them to scout a solution. One day, they’d gone for a walk around the populated part of the district, still not familiar with every part of the area. Scouting opportunities to dumpster dive, as well as discovering shops they hadn’t been caught stealing from as of yet, always proved a pleasant side-effect of their walks.
“What’s that?”, Andre asked, stopping in his tracks. Noid almost walks past him before he halts as well.
“What?”
“This.”
Andre points at a large building. Plenty of windows adorn its facade. The double doors are wide open to the sidewalk. YMDA is written above the portal in bold, red letters. Noid rolls his eyes.
“The fuckin’ loony bin.”
“Really?”, Andre asks, eyes wide.
“Sure, that’s why it’s got its doors wide open. So all ‘em delusional burnouts can walk right in.”
Andre smirks. “C’mon then, what is it?” He considers the logo again, tilts his head. “Y-M-D-A.”, he spells it out. Why M-D-A?
“Why not? I like a good trip.”, Noid replies.
Andre blinks at him once, twice, then grunts with laughter. He keeps looking at Noid, though, clearly expecting a proper answer.
Noid sighs dramatically. “It’s the Young Men’s Dolorian Association .”, he drawls.
Andre starts laughing again. “Young Men? Young Men’s Dolorian Association? Fuckin’ ‘ell.”
“Told’cha.“, Noid shrugs. “Fucking burnouts.”
They stand in silence for half a minute, which is about all the silence Andre can bear when they’re out together.
“So… what do young men do in there?”, Andre inquires.
Noid pulls out a cigarette. “Be naive. Be gullible. Work out.”
“Work out? As in - exercising?”
Noid cups the flame of his lighter, even though there’s no wind at all. He takes the first drag, says “Yup.”, and it sounds a bit funny as he holds the smoke in his lungs.
“You’re takin’ the piss again.”, Andre says, taking a step towards the building to read one of the posters by the door, framed and covered with a cracking plastic sheet. He scans the poster.
“I’m not. Read it yaself.”
Andre scans the wilted poster. It’s sun-bleached and a bit wavy from water damage. The sad protective plastic cover the poster had been slipped behind could only save it from the elements for so long. “ Come work out for free at the YMDA. A strong body makes for a strong and faithful mind .”, Andre reads, then cackles. “Fuckin ‘ell.”, he goes again, “You ain’t jokin’.” He turns around. Noid is already right behind him, eyeing the poster, too. Andre takes the lit cigarette from between his fingers and takes a drag before handing it back.
“That’s wild, man. What’s exercising got to do with the church?”, he asks Noid.
“Didn’t you read? Strong body, strong faith .”, Noid exhales.
“Sure.”, Andre goes.
Noid finally indulges him, satisfied with the non-answers he’s tortured Andre with.
“Alright. So you go in there because it’s a free fucking gym, right? Doesn’t get cheaper than that. N’ then you get talking to fellow gym-goers, employees, missionaries. Make friends. All devoted Dolorean church-goers, mind you. And then someone goes ‘Dontcha wanna hang out more? Dontcha wanna come join us for service n’ workout afterwards?’”, Noid explains, raising his voice to a high pitch as he imitates the missionaries. Andre grins as Noid continues. “And before you know it, you’ve joined Her fucking Army of Humanity and wear Her ugly face around your neck.”
Andre lifts his chin, then slowly nods. “Got it. Church recruitment.”
Noid nods and finishes the cigarette. He turns, briefly looking for a bin, then flicks the butt into the gutter.
“Right, let’s - where are you going?”
Andre is marching straight to the open doors. He looks back to Noid over his shoulder, then beckons him over. “C’mon, c’mon! Let’s go in.”
Noid makes two steps towards him, ready to drag Andre back by the hood of his sweater. “Why the fuck would we do that?”, Noid snarls.
Andre comes to a halt, turns around full swing. He leans in, eyes narrowed, all serious. “Listen, man. Hot showers . It’s a gym. A gym . Gym means showers . Free gym means free showers. Free, hot showers.”
Noid blinks, eyes darting back and forth between Andre’s face and the four-letter-logo above the doors. “Oh.”
“Mhm”, Andre wiggles his eyebrows, then grins, all teeth. “Thank me later.”
~
Once November rolls around, the temperature drops drastically within a few days and now, even Noid is very much done with the squat’s cold showers. They’d gone through filling the bathroom’s rusty tub with water boiled on the stove twice before deciding it was neither worth the exhaustion nor the firewood. It had, however, awoken some sadistic delight in Noid to see Andre so willingly get into the bathwater Noid had taken the first turn on.
Today, in the cold of the early hours of Saturday morning, insomnia had driven Noid out of bed. He’d felt restless and clammy, and, after much fretting, had given himself one of the frustrating sponge baths he had prepared for Andre throughout the prior month. Last year had been easier - but then again, they’d cared less for their cleanliness. Being intimate now sure held its duties. Until recently, he’d rolled his eyes at Andre, who dodged the cold shower like a kitten. But now, Noid can no longer bear them either. He’d tried a few times, but had to admit defeat eventually.
When he comes back into the room, he considers giving sleep another go. Leeching off some of Andre’s body heat holds its appeal.
After the cold, crisp air of the bathroom, entering their shared room isn’t all too pleasant on Noid’s senses. The air is stale, just short of being stuffy. Despite the darkness of the early hours, he can see drops of condensation on the lower half of the windows. He shrugs off the hoodie he’d thrown on for his trip to the bathroom, climbing over Andre in just his briefs to get back under the covers. There’s enough warmth waiting there for him.
Andre continues to sleep undisturbed, peacefully laying on his side with his mouth slightly open. He’s always been a heavy sleeper, but Noid remembers well how his coming and going at night had sometimes woken him up in the early times of them living together. Now, he’s gotten used to it. Noid can’t sleep through an entire night, never could, instead naps here and there. In his days of school and, later, during his apprenticeship, it had been rough. While school had at least left some possibility of dozing in the afternoon, his apprenticeship had no such way to accommodate his insomnia and irregular sleeping patterns. At a later point of his short-lived career, they had let him work night shifts, which he’d found a bit easier to endure. But in the end, most of the time he’d worked long days or nights on very few hours of sleep, and that had certainly contributed its share to Noid’s distaste for organised employment. The months Noid had spent on the streets after first leaving Faubourg behind had confirmed sleeping here and there to be the best option for him, too. Being out of this world for several hours at a time simply left too long of an opportunity to get mugged. The intermittent sleeping in unsafe places, however, had not really helped with the paranoia. You just can’t win.
Noid looks back at the condensation drops on the window, glistening in the first hints of morning light. They need to vent the place later, but with no heating to power up afterwards, the humidification of the room is an inevitably repeating cycle. It’s a shame, really, Noid thinks, that this place is doomed to fall apart with mould some day.
He considers having a cigarette, but decides against it. Instead, he burrows back under the covers. He focuses on Andre’s slow, steady breathing, and it ends up doing the trick of lulling him back to sleep after a while.
He’s a little disoriented when he opens his eyes again, having shifted onto his side in his sleep. Andre’s bright eyes look back at him.
“Hey ya.”
“Hi”, Noid replies, in a whisper, for no particular reason.
Andre shifts a bit closer, leans in for a kiss. Noid lets him.
“Sleep well?”, he asks, putting an arm over Noid’s side.
“Hm.”, Noid replies, neither confirming nor negating the question. It doesn’t hold that much entertainment to elaborate on his insomnia and sleep rhythms for the billionth time.
Andre leans in again, rubbing his cheek against Noid’s. Noid leans into the touch a bit. It’s warm, and today he doesn’t mind Andre’s joy of skinship much. But when Andre lifts his arm a little to hug him closer, Noid’s nose crinkles the tiniest bit.
It’s not unpleasant per se. Andre is definitely capable of smelling funky once in a while; Noid’s been there with him and instilled some hygiene rules, both for the sake of bedroom activities and maintaining health despite their living circumstances. The scent is nowhere near that level, still a few steps short of being ‘funky’ to Noid’s nose. But it’s there.
“What time is it?”, he asks Andre. Andre brings his other arm up from under the blanket to look at the eye-offending bright orange watch he’d found in a park a few weeks ago and has taken to wearing. Noid is pretty sure it’s a children’s watch.
“Nine thir’y.”, he announces. “Why, got anywhere to be?”
Noid huffs. “ As if .”
He places a hand on Andre’s chest and lets his fingertips ghost over the smooth skin for a bit. His pinkie sliders over the pierced nipple. When he lets his eyes wander up from his chest to his face again, he notices the depleted state of the lower portion of Andre’s hair. Some of the spikes have come undone, despite being hairsprayed so thoroughly that they tend to last him well in between washes.
“Although… I suppose we could do something today.”, Noid adds.
“Yeah?”
“How about the gym?”
Andre looks a bit surprised. “Oh, really?”
Despite the hot showers and other amenities, Noid hasn’t been too fond of returning to the gym. They’d gone a handful of times so far, but whenever Andre suggested it, it took him some convincing to get Noid to come. He is well aware it’s the religious system behind place that has Noid bothered; he’s given Andre some lectures on not giving the Dolorian institution more fuel for attendance statistics to gloat about. It was, however, a bit at odds with the joy Andre had glimpsed in Noid’s eyes whenever he took a young missionary’s worldview apart. One time, Andre had insisted on trying out the silly exercise equipment while Noid made himself comfortable on the benches lining the walls of the gym room. One of the employees had quickly mistaken Noid, who’d been sitting and reading a YMDA pamphlet with a piqued eyebrow, for a possible target for missionary work. Andre had nearly fallen off the rickety stairmaster while watching the entertaining spectacle unfold. Not being able to hear Noid from the distance didn’t strip this loss of innocence from any of its amusement. It took Noid a mere five minutes for the missionary’s body language to turn from enthusiastic to entirely slumped. When they came in the next time, the very same employee moved to discreetly hold back one of his new colleagues. “ No no, don’t go to them, for your own sake, don’t .” Andre might have imagined it, but he could have sworn Noid had looked a tad bit smug.
~
They make their way to the YMDA building in the afternoon. As fit for this fine Saturday morning, they’d lounged around for a bit before dragging themselves out of bed for breakfast. It had been sort of cosy, sitting at the kitchen table with tea, bread and the assortment of jam Noid worries he will have grown tired of eating by December. But for now, it’s still a novel luxury to have homemade condiments around the house. Especially if they, once in a while, coincide with bread.
Now, another set of sandwiches is stowed away in Andre’s backpack, along with towels, fresh clothes, hair products and a bar of soap - and their membership cards that Noid considers a special kind of humiliating eyesore.
Andre slides the backpack off his shoulder to retrieve the cards as they near the door.
“It’s kinda silly they had us make these when the place is free anyways.”, he says as he hands Noid his.
Noid makes a face as he takes it. “Everything about them is silly .”
“Hope they don’t send pamphlets to my poor ma.”, Andre chuckles “I guess that’s the one payment they do want from ya - an address to send junkmail to.”
“If my family fished YMDA leaflets with my name on ‘em out of the mailbox, I think they’d actually start worrying about where I’ve ended up.”
Andre is almost a bit taken aback by Noid mentioning his family, but knows better than to dive into the topic. “All the more reason for my mum to just line her bin with ‘em for both of us brothers .”
When they walk through the entrance, Andre throws them a cheery “Good afternoon!” as they hold up their membership cards. The employee gives them a pained smile and a nod as they breeze past.
“Blessed be She, the cunt.”, Noid murmurs as they step into the changing room.
The age of the building shows itself in many ways, one of them being the communal changing room. It had baffled Noid a little at first. Even the run-down swimming pool he’d frequented with his brother back in Faubourg had been refurbished to offer separate stalls back then already.
When Andre had mentioned the changing room situation to their housemate Lili, he’d broken out into laughter. “That’s what ya get at the YMDA. Place’s a total sausage-fest. Cruising hotspot.”
“Cruising hotspot?”, Andre had innocently asked.
“Yeah. Proper fuckspot. Place to find someone to hook up with. For the fine gents of demure faith, mind you.”
Noid had sunk into the couch a bit. He couldn’t decide what he found more embarrassing - Andre disclosing that they’d gone to a fucking Dolorian gym , or that they weren’t aware of the intel Lili was conveying - true or not.
Now, Andre sets down the backpack and gets their towels out. Noid waits for him to finish before he gets out of his jacket and then shrugs out of his sweater. He watches the last moments of Andre struggling his hoodie off with a bit of amusement. Andre frees himself of it in the most inconvenient way possible, lifting it off his body by the shoulder parts and fighting a little to get it past his spiky hair. When he’s finally done, Noid goes on to step out of his loosely tied boots and opens his fly. He slings the towel around his waist so quickly that Andre can barely catch a glimpse of his naked body. Andre, in turn, doesn’t mind his own nudity at all, standing stark naked in front of Noid as he holds his open backpack for Noid to put his worn clothes into. Noid diligently bunches them up and stuffs them in there. It takes him a bit of overcoming himself to trust Andre with putting their things away. Double- and triple-checking is in his nature.
When Andre comes back from the lockers at the end of the L-shaped room, silly little key-bracelet secured around his wrist in place of the tacky watch, Noid has already picked up their bar of soap, free of its wrapper, and conditioner. He throws Andre his towel.
“M’so ready for the hot water.”, Andre sighs, looking quite pleased already. He wraps the towel around his waist, too, and follows Noid out of the changing room.
“Do you really think this place is a, uh…what did Lili say again?”
“Cruisin’ hotspot.”, Noid helps.
“Fuckspot!”, Andre enthusiastically adds.
“I believe those were his words.”
Andre looks a bit excited, catching up to Noid and walking next to him, bumping his shoulder with his own. “Do ya really think so? That guys come ‘ere to hook up?”
“Nope. I do, however , think it’s the most interesting rumour ever spread about a Dolorian gym. And that ain’t sayin’ much, given it’s probably the only rumour. Place’s as fucking square as it gets.” It does, however, stand to debate that they’d never looked for any sort of interesting activity the last times they had been here.
They reach the showers, and Noid again waits for Andre to take his towel off first. The blonde unwraps his towel swiftly and hangs it over one of the many hooks on the wall. All of them are unoccupied. Noid does the same.
“What if it was true though?”, Andre says, placing his hand on the tiles of the bit of wall that separates the showers from the little changing area, “What if there’s a bunch of missionaries and church boys getting it on right behind this wall, all hot and steamy, thanking Dolores Dei for their post-gym extra-workout gang bang in brilliant groans n’ moans ?” He pretends to fan himself with his free hand. The key rattles against his wrist.
Noid rolls his eyes, but huffs out a little laugh. The silence, safe for the soft creaking of ancient gym machines in the distance, speaks for itself. “Don’t be too disappointed if it’s just me and the soap, right?” He walks past Andre, soap bar and conditioner still in his hands, and steps into the shower room.
It’s white, almost clinical. If it wasn’t for the relatively warm, yellow light coming from the rows of ceiling lamps, the place would creep Noid out. But it’s clean, in fact must have been scrubbed and bleached spotless often - the tiles are rough under his feet, all their former smoothness corroded by tear and wear, and hopefully cleaning indeed, throughout the years.
He doesn’t wait for Andre to go first now, instead walks straight to one of the showers and drops the soap into the rusty metal holder. The bottle of conditioner goes on the floor, close to the wall. He stands right next to where the first spray of water hits as he turns the faucet, waiting for it to warm up before finally stepping under it.
He closes his eyes as he lets the water rain down on him. The water pressure is good here , he thinks. Maybe better than anywhere else . The warmth they’ve had to do without feels heavenly.
Despite his closed eyes, he can tell Andre’s has occupied the shower right next to his. Doesn’t take a seventh sense to figure that out - even if the water pressure and the room’s tendency to facilitate quite an echo make spatial hearing a challenge, he can perceive the additional spray of water going off next to him. He doesn’t mind. Having Andre nearby when he’s making himself this vulnerable in a damn religion-facilitated men’s gym is reassuring. And then, of course, there’s the need to take turns with their shared soap bar, resting in the wall-mounted holder between their shower’s individual faucets.
They both just stand there for a while, each occupied with their own joy of the hot water. They both need to let their hair soak thoroughly as well. While between the two of them, Andre is definitely the one with more product in his hair at pretty much all times, Noid isn’t exactly far off. The majority of his hair is always slicked back with whatever he can get his hands on - gel, wax, styling cream - and then usually fixed in place with more hairspray. Merely the long hair that trails down his back remains free of such attempts at taming.
As it is, the smell of dissolving hairspray lies in the air faintly, until Andre is the first to reach for the soap.
Noid watches him from the corner of his eye. His hair is a mess of half-collapsed spikes. Some of them are still resisting the force of the water, but one by one, they slowly fall in on themselves.They remain stuck together for now.
Noid almost wants to bet on where Andre will start soaping himself up first, but his prediction comes true right away. He watches him slide the bar of soap under his left armpit, rubbing it around thoroughly, then switching to his right. The smell of soap immediately rises to Noid’s nose. It’s a bit pungent, as cheap soaps can be, but somehow that also makes it feel extra clean to him. Thank the holy cunt.
Andre also goes for his usual third spot after giving his armpits a thorough lather. He straight up rubs the bar over his pubes. Noid gawks over a bit more shamelessly now - Andre’s got his eyes closed anyways.
There’s something about watching him go at this. Noid briefly wonders if it’s due to the fact that they, in the face of impending winter, cover themselves up more than usual and he thus gets a lot less casual sightings of Andre’s naked body. And he’s certainly been getting a lot of that throughout summer. To him, ‘summerchild’ might be the perfect term to describe Andre, and it’s not all down to the sweet naivety the voluntary high-maintenance-blonde is capable of. Andre spends a lot of the warmer days topless or in stretched out tops that reveal more than they conceal. Noid feels like he knows every little scar and birthmark adorning his torso. But no , he thinks. The joy of watching Andre cover himself in soapy suds lies in some aesthetic value Noid hasn’t quite unravelled. They don’t wash together that often, especially not as undisturbed like this. The public swimming pool they had sometimes frequented for this activity in the previous winter and spring time had little dividers that barred Noid from getting an eyeful.
Noid involuntarily presses his lips together when Andre slides the soap bar down a bit further, now going for the base of his dick, and then his balls. It’s the intimacy, Noid concludes. To watch someone perform such a mundane yet private act. He wonders if he’d find it humiliating if, in turn, Andre watched him as intensely.
He briefly looks up at Andre’s face, takes in the pleased expression gracing him - all relaxed, his lips poised in a subtle smile at the pleasure of the warm water. Noid quickly casts his eyes down again, not wanting to miss how Andre goes further down with the soap before his other hand comes in. With his right hand, Andre gives his dick a few brief strokes, spreading the soap over himself without the harshness of the entire bar directly on his skin.
It’s more of a flashing mental image than a conscious thought when Noid finds himself wishing for Andre not to stop. It all looks all too good, so perfectly composed. Andre could jerk himself off, right now, in front of him. Could give himself a few tugs so Noid could enjoy the familiar sight of his dick filling in.
Noid is unable to tear his eyes away. Andre is more thorough than he needs to be. Noid’s slowly picking up on that. Now really is a good time to look away , he tells himself, and doesn’t. The way Andre is now giving himself a few strokes is simply too inviting.
When he does finally tear his gaze away, looking up to see whether that pleased smile is still gracing Andre’s face, he’s instead met with a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at him. That smile is still there alright - only it has twisted into a way more pleased grin .
“Enjoying tha’ show?”
Noid’s eyes dart down to Andre’s crotch, as if it could save him from shame. The hand Andre has wrapped around his dick has stilled as the water continues to rain down on him. Noid meets his eyes again.
Theatrically slow, Andre drops the soap bar into the holder. Just as slowly, he raises his hand and makes a beckoning gesture at Noid, moving his fingers almost gracefully. It looks a bit silly. Not hot , Noid thinks, not hot at all. ‘m not even bothered . His body is merely stirring awake because it’s nice and warm in here. Because they’re naked. Because Andre is beckoning him closer like a harlot. ‘m not even bothered.
Noid finds himself wrapping his arms around himself before he can think, then drops them immediately. Instead, he casts a glance to the portal that poorly separates the area they’d left their towels at from the gym hallway. No doors, just a wound-up construction of functionality. Andre has halted in that stupid pose, and all Noid can do to relieve him from holding it is to follow his beckoning. He slips into his arms almost seamlessly, leaves his own shower running as Andre wraps his arms around him, soapy hands on the small of his back as his mouth meets his.
The kiss is sloppy in all the right ways. Their faces are wet, and the faint taste of dissolving hairspray is there, yet there is no way for Noid to care about it that much right now. Andre kisses him open-mouthed, savouring the joy of not having to bother so much with the propriety of covering Noid in his spit. It plays into the little thing he has for having Noid all over him whenever he gets the chance. His erection is digging into Noid’s lower belly, close enough to his own that is quickly growing to match him. It’s always so fucking easy to get caught up in Andre’s carefree playfulness. Full enlightenment in the Dolorian loony bin.
Andre’s hands keep roaming his back. It feels good. He continues to kiss him, sucking at Noid’s lip, grinding against him whenever the angle makes it work just right. When he slowly lets the kisses trail off Noid’s mouth, planting them on his cheek all sloppy, Noid almost loses balance. Thanks to the corroded tiles, he doesn’t. When he steadies himself, Andre’s got the soap bar in his hand.
“Can I do your hair?”, he asks with a smile - genuine, soft.
Noid nods, and turns around. “Watch the door.”
“Ain’t no door.”, Andre deadpans, beginning to rub the soap bar right on the top of Noid’s head. It looks a bit funny, and feels funny, too - but it’s also where most hair product residue is trapped.
“Portal then, git.”
“Will do, Mr. Architecture.”
Noid closes his eyes after much internal debate. All he can do is relax just a little when Andre starts spreading the soap and gently digs his fingers into Noids scalp. He lets out a little sigh. Andre does a pleasant enough job for Noid to keep his eyes closed for as long as he’s working the top of his head. When he has reached the back of Noid’s hair, Noid opens his eyes again, slightly turning his head to the side to watch the room. They’re still alone as the last suds steadily rinse from his hair.
Before he can turn around for good, hands wrap around him again, one pressing the soap to his chest, lathering him. He feels Andre’s dick press against his arse.
Noid slightly turns his head again, almost bumping noses with Andre.
“Sorry, gotta watch where I’m goin’ with that, right?”
“Gotta enjoy what little action you’re getting here.”, Noid concludes, leaning back into Andre’s embrace as much as his balance permits. Andre’s hips meet him, closing the last remaining distance between them as he slides the soap over the dip of Noid’s hip bones.
“Don’t need more than tha’.”
“Not disappointed the place is no…-”, Noid clicks his tongue, pretends to think, “.. fuckspot?”
He lets out an undignified little sigh as Andre slides the soap around the base of his dick and his balls, much as he’d done to himself moments before. It’s hard for Noid to maintain any sort of attitude now, but he’ll always try.
“Far as I’m concerned, we’re makin’ it one .”, Andre chuckles.
“Making promises you can’t keep?” Noid grinds his ass against Andre’s groin.
Andre’s chin comes to rest on his shoulder. He lets out a purr close to Noid’s ear. Silly. “We can start easy, what d’ya say, heh? And then ya can tell me if it can go on the map as a fuckspot.”
Noid pretends to shrug, and twists his back a little against Andre’s chest in the process. “Sure, skunk, convince me.”
Andre’s hands leave his crotch, almost making him sigh in disappointment this time. It looks a bit funny how he’s rubbing his hands together with the soap right in front of his chest, creating more lather just sufficiently far from the water raining down on them. He manoeuvres Noid forward a little as he dumps the soap again, only to pull him a bit back again to now dive down with his hands in earnest. Without hesitation, he roams them all over Noid’s crotch shamelessly. He’s gotten good , Noid thinks. Good at touching him tenderly when he should, good at taking the initiative right when Noid is receptive.
Soon enough, not too much time spent on teasing, he wraps his fist around the base of Noid’s dick. He gives it a little squeeze, then slides his palm down his length. The soap washes away rapidly, and Andre begins to jerk him lazily, chin resting comfortably on Noid’s shoulder. His other hands settle under his balls, cupping them.
“You look lovely”, Andre states, “real’ lovely. I’ve never watched you from this perspective, y’know?”
There’s something to it - to hearing Andre’s voice so close to his ear while only seeing his hands, one working his dick in firm strokes while the other sneaks down, just short of reaching all the way. When Andre begins rhythmically rubbing his fingers along his perineum, Noid lets out a little groan.
Andre watches Noid’s chest rise and fall a bit faster, water drops bouncing off his skin. He finds himself wanting to hear Noid better above the steady sounds of the sprinkling shower, and tries to come up with more ways to elicit those lovely moans and groans from Noid’s mouth. When Andre squeezes his dick just a bit more firmly, he gives Noid a little bite, just where his neck meets his shoulder. It works perfectly - Noid sighs in pleasure, louder this time, and Andre can feel his dick throb in his hand.
“I wanna fuck you so bad. Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you at home. Under the covers, all warm, ‘n cosy, n’ clean-”, he purrs into Noid’s ear, pressing his dick against him. He angles his hips a little, lets his length rub against Noid’s butt in time with his strokes. Noid stays quiet as far as words are concerned - but his hoarse breathing is enough to tell Andre he’s almost there. It’s easy, from this angle, to jerk him as if it was his own body.
The atmosphere of the room is, to Andre, entirely fuckspot-worthy. The steady pour of the water dulls every other noise, amplifying all he hears and sees with Noid in his arms. He’d joined Noid’s panting before he’d realised it himself, lost in the steamy fog around them.
Andre sacrifices the little massage he’s been giving the lovely spot between Noid’s balls and ass to jerk him fast and firm. It does the trick - between clenches teeth, he groans, and Andre can feel his whole body tensing against him as he comes, the first jet of cum painting a lovely streak of white against the tiles on the wall. ”Yeah, that’s it”, Andre purrs, his cheek now flush against the side of Noid’s own, focussed on jerking Noid through his orgasm. Some cum lands on his hand, mercilessly washed away by the water.
It doesn’t take long for Noid to twist his hips a little, tell-tale sign for Andre to loosen his grasp. He does.
He wraps his arms around Noid’s shoulders now, hugging him close for a few seconds as the latter catches his breath. Then, Noid slowly tries to untangle himself, and Andre lets him.
Noid seems a little shaky when he returns to the spray of his own shower. Andre almost anticipates the satisfying sight of Noid steading himself on the wall in exhaustion, but instead, he sees him reach for the soap. Noid makes quick work of soaping the rest of his body up, armpits and all - he’s swift and clinical about it now.
When Andre is handed the soap again, he makes equally quick work of his hair as Noid works conditioner into his own. Andre knows he’ll have to do that, too. Noid had disciplined him into it, undoing his misbelief that if he left his spikes tangled, they’d be convenient to re-do. When he accepts the conditioner being passed to him, Noid still makes a point of ignoring his persistent boner. As he smoothes the conditioner into his hair, Noid turns his own shower off, retrieves the soap from the holder and leaves.
Andre lets out a frustrated sigh. Of fucking course. Fucking diva.
Andre’s annoyance reaches another high when he rounds the corner to find Noid gone. “Blimey. At least he left me the fucking towel.”, he mutters and starts drying himself.
His dick has calmed down a little - at least enough to be hidden by the towel - by the time he hears voices, followed by steps, rapidly approaching. He wraps the towel around his waist quickly.
“Y’alright mate.”, a muscled guy nods at him, not paying too much attention. Andre grins back awkwardly as the two men take off their sweat-drenched gym clothes.
Andre sets off towards the changing room as fast as he can muster, hand firmly holding the towel around his waist together in a knot, hand hovering just over his crotch to cover up his little problem.
He’s so fucking ready to make a little scene. What happened to give and take, n’ all that? But then again - what if this is another one of Noid’s little exercises in delayed gratification? He likes putting Andre through these, that much he’s gathered over these last months. Damnit . Cussing him out ain’t getting his dick anywhere.
He’s torn on where to put his frustration when pushes the door open, quickly shutting it behind him, just to find Noid prowling toward him.
His back meets the cool door - not so pleasant a sensation on itself, but it is quickly redeemed by Noid’s mouth on his. It feels tingly, and just a tiny bit intimidating, as he’s standing there, trapped between Noid and the door, still clutching his towel. Makes him feel like some sort of prey, he reckons. It’s… not bad.
When Noid’s unexpected kisses trail down the side of his neck, Andre sighs, smile turning wide. “Thought you were gonna leave me hanging”, he says.
“There’s barely anything hanging here.” Noid’s hands unwrap the towel, letting it drop to the ground. Andre’s dick has quickly gotten back to the very opposite of calming down.
“Well, place’s a fuckspot, right?”, Andre counters.
“It can barely be called that as a whole if stuff is only happening in one location of it.”
“You’re so right.”, Andre says, grinning as Noid’s kisses trail down further. He can feel his tongue graze over his pierced nipple before his eyes catch up on the very action.
Then, Noid lets himself fall to his knees, conveniently kneeling on the discarded towel. It gives Andre a nice view of the features he has come to find so handsome now - Noid’s smooth, high forehead - perfect expanse of pale skin, highlighting his jutting cheekbones. His full, red hair that is just a little wavy when wet.
“You look like some hot nymph, mermaid creature, fresh outta the water.”, Andre states, as usual blurting out whatever comes to his mind.
“Careful. Mermaids eat men.”, Noid says, glancing up at Andre, giving him a little sneer to expose one side of his slightly pointy canines.
“Really? That’s hot .”, Andre happily replies, because Noid being dangerous is hot, and getting a blowjob against this door is hot. Everything’s sorta over-the-top-hot now. Funny how religious worship works.
“Hot? Good. Hold the door then, if you can .”
The utterance makes Andre aware that if the door is pushed from the outside, it’s up to him to hold it shut. Fuck. Alright. He can do this.
All thoughts of having to throw his weight into the door shift out of focus when Noid grasps his dick, and swiftly guides the head of it into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” Fucking-finally .
Noid gives him a few swirls with his tongue, as if taste-testing him. Probably tastes like nothing right now , Andre thinks. I’m a total disappointment on the man-eating mermaid yummy-treat-scale.
Noid glares up at Andre. The fuck’s he grinnin’ about?
Andre notices Noid’s glare quickly, stutters “H-hot.” at him, as if to encourage and assure him that he’s not grinning at his expense.
Noid still glares up at him as he pulls his mouth off his dick with a wet pop, and instead now grasps its base to give the tip some lavish licks, all for Andre to watch. His dick is already drooling precum. He’d be slightly embarrassed if he didn’t know how much Noid is liking that - how excitable he is. The clear fluid is all over Noid’s bottom lip as he teases him, rubbing his mouth over him, giving him little licks. Andre always thinks he looks sort of doped out when he gets all sensual. It’s a good look on him, Andre thinks.
When he does take him back in his mouth, Andre throws his head back, lightly thudding against the door, his wet hair making a little sound against the surface. He flattens his hands beside himself for support, wanting to grasp something and finding nothing.
Noid still has his hand gripped around the base of his dick, working the lower half of it with his fist while his mouth is taking care of the rest. Andre can feel his tongue firmly dragging across the underside. When he goes back to sucking and bobbing his head, Andre’s knees start to buckle a little. Holding himself steady is becoming a harder feat, and when he looks down at Noid, he’s met with a glare. He locks eyes with Noid as he gasps, so damn close.
He’s almost pitying the fact that Noid’s got his mouth full, even if that’s creating this deliriously good sensation that seems to try and bring him to his knees. But he can’t help it, secretly loves Noid’s odd brand of dirty talk that surfaced over the months. Noid seems to relish in talking down to him whenever Andre takes too long to finish - with all the annoyance of a pillow princess that detests working on anything too long. His mind helpfully replays Noid’s voice to him. ‘ What’s taking you so long, twat? What’cha holding back for? C’mon. ’
“Almost.. Almost there”, he grits out, as if talking back to the voice in his head, or talking back to Noid’s hot deathglare - he’s not quite sure. ‘C’mon, spill, skunk.’
He groans, drawn out and long, when he hits the high of his arousal. He closes his eyes briefly, but forces himself to open them right away - he doesn’t want to miss a second of the rare occasion of Noid getting on his knees for him. He shudders when he sees Noid swallow around him, another rare occurrence - a fucking blessed miracle .
Andre’s face is flushed red when Noid slowly pulls off of him, grip already loosened.
“ Fuck . Fuckin’ell.”, Andre gasps, catching his breath dramatically. He can’t match up to the cool of Noid steadying himself so quickly again under the shower, and he doesn’t try. When Noid gets up, swiftly throwing the towel he’d knelt on onto one of the benches, Andre pushes himself off the door and slouches to the bench as well. He lets himself flop down next to where the towel has landed. He groans, throwing his head back into his neck, grinning. “Hmmm. You’re one hell of a missionary.”
Noid fixes his towel again, then picks up Andre’s wrist. Andre gives him a confused look, then feels Noid undoing the little bracelet holding the key to their locker.
“C’mon, chill, sit with me.”, Andre drawls, still hazy.
Noid shakes his head the slightest bit, removing the bracelet. “Want m’clothes. I’m not sitting around here naked.”
“Alrite, suit yourself, babes.”
Noid disappears around the corner, and Andre hears him rummaging around in the locker.
When Noid returns, he is quick to slip his fresh briefs on, and then his trousers. Then, he sits down as well. They remain quiet for a minute that feels much longer to Andre.
As usual, he is the first to break the silence. “Can ya do me’ hair in a bit?”
Noid nods. “Sure.” He pulls the backpack onto his lap, reaching into it. Slowly, with a sceptic look on his face, Noid pulls out two cellophane-wrapped sandwiches, and huffs out a small laugh. “Well, don’t these look wonderful?”
The sandwiches are, in fact, squashed to oblivion, white toast depleted of all its air, shining pink with the layer of jam spread between the slices.
“Still tastes all the same”, Andre announces, happily accepting his. “ ‘Fank ya.”
Noid unwraps his sandwich slowly as Andre is already sinking his teeth into his.
“This was a fabulous idea.”, he sighs happily.
Noid raises his eyebrow at him, but the little smile is still on his lips. “Sandwiches?”
“Comin’ here.” Andre answers in between chews.
“Hm”, Noid answers.
Noid stretches his legs out, crossing his ankles. Andre watches his toes wiggle, a tiny sign of true content. Cute.
“So.”, Andre starts, licking one of his fingers before bunching up the cellophane. “Is it a fuckspot now?”
“Well”, Noid goes, pretending to think. He looks at the ceiling, then side-eyes Andre, still sitting there, completely naked. “It’s a work in progress.”
“Like.. a project?” Andre offers, grinning.
“Yeah, sure, why not?”
Andre broadens his chest, puts on a deep voice. “A project. An entrepreneurial endeavour - to rebrand the gym, to make the YMDA a truly inspiring place for the young men of Revachol.”
Noid makes a little noise in the back of his throat. “ Entrepreneurial endeavour ? Where’d ya pick that up?”
“I read.”, Andre says, pretend-smug. “And, ya know, I think I have it in me. To start something grand.”
Noid can’t entirely tell if Andre is still joking.
“Something grand?”
“Yeah, maybe.”, Andre trails off.
“Let’s start with the fuckspot business then, alright?”, Noid says, humouring him. “And then you can go for the grand stuff later.”
Andre nods and smiles at him, gives him a goofy little wink before he aims the cellophane ball at the bin standing by the opposite wall.
Despite its little weight and force, it lands in the bin just perfectly.
~
When they close the changing room door behind them, Andre’s hair has properly returned to its former glory after much craftsmanship performed by Noid, Andre suddenly stands still, locked mid-motion.
“You hear that?”
“Wot?”
“Listen!” Andre urges, head comically tilted. And then, Noid hears it, too.
The faintest echo of a moan, and then another.
Andre straightens up, crosses his arms and gives him a victorious smile. “Sounds like somebody else is worshipping today.”
Noid smirks, then puts his arm on Andre’s upper arm. “Let’s get out of here before they convert you. You’re too into this.”
“They can’t do any better than you.”
They laugh as the attendant at the entrance casts another worried look after them.