Hardly surprised that his Partner had recognized him, Kal replied, “Why?”

“Private bathrooms!!”

The redheaded elf laughed as he shucked his clothing and moved into the showers beside Natori. “What? I thought you liked showing off for all the innocent male recruits that wander in here.” He molded himself against the half-elf’s back, hands sliding down his front to rest on his hips.

Purring, Natori pressed back against his lover, eliciting a gasp from him. A little cry came from his own throat as Kal retaliated by gently squeezing between his legs. Turning to face the elf, Natori smiled coyly. “You know,” he crooned, “we’ve never played around in the bathroom.”

Kal lidded his eyes, smiling in return. “That’s because there’s a chance that someone could walk in on us. You…” He trailed off as Natori knelt before him and began nuzzling his inner thigh. “Right then, whatever you say, sweetheart.”

The Elandili giggled a bit and moved to take his Partner into his mouth. His lips were centimeters away from Kal’s tip when a sound from the doorway distracted them both. Two heads, one auburn, the other red, swiveled in the direction of the sound, and two pairs of eyes widened. There in the doorway stood a classmate of theirs, a boy named Bradley. He was dressed in nothing but a towel; apparently he had planned on taking a shower too.

Taking this all in stride, Natori said, “Wanting to see us again, Bradley?” Just two days earlier, the blonde had burst into Natori and Kal’s dorm room to find them making love, just as both boys had reached the peak of their pleasures. Bradley swallowed and opened his mouth, but seemed to have lost his voice. Natori looked up at Kal and murmured, “How about we give the straight boy a real show?” Kal grinned wickedly. Once more Natori went for his lover’s shaft, curling his lips around the tip and suckling firmly, tongue pressing against the sensitive nerves just under the head. The elf moaned quietly, his fingers tangling in his Partner’s hair, guiding his head further down. Natori was easily manipulated, and as Kal’s length slipped further into his mouth, he let his tongue play over the hot flesh.

Kal was a very responsive lover, and this time he certainly didn’t disappoint, making a series of soft, pleased noises as he thrust lightly into Natori’s mouth. Natori went lower, Kal’s shaft sliding into his throat, and he began to swallow. Kal cried out, his hands fisting in his lover’s hair and losing all semblance of control as he began to thrust more deeply.

Sensing that Kal was getting close, Natori redoubled his efforts, and was soon rewarded. With a cry of his lover’s name, Kal came, flooding Natori’s mouth and throat with his seed, which was eagerly gulped down by the half-elf. Once his Partner was dry, Natori stood and curled his arms around the other’s neck, purring. Kal smiled. “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.” Disentangling himself, he leaned over, bracing his hands against the wall. Natori very nearly drooled. Moving around behind his Partner, he dropped his hands onto the elf’s hips and smiled, licking a hot trail up his spine. “You are too perfect, pretty.” He began pushing into Kal’s perfect velvet heat, groaning quietly as his fingertips tightened on the boy’s waist.

Kal cried out softly, fingertips gripping against the tile as he pressed back, eager for his lover. The two began to move in tandem, lost in each other, and utterly forgetting that they were trying to ‘show off’. Dropping his head, Natori sucked the tip of one of Kal’s ears, his lover’s special weak spot. The elf cried out and tightened reflexively, causing the half-elf to whimper in return. Minutes passed like hours; the two lovers had no concept of time as they pleasured each other. Finally, Natori felt a familiar tightening in his loins, and gritted his teeth. Kal felt the thrusts grow shorter and more erratic, and purred, clenching down yet again. His Partner cried out his name, arching his head back as he climaxed, flooding the elf and reclaiming him from within.

For several minutes neither of the pair said anything. Then Natori glanced back over his shoulders and snickered. “Take a look at our audience.”

Kal looked, and stifled a snigger. There stood Bradley, his hand between his legs and his stomach covered in his seed. When he noticed the other two boys looking, he squawked and snatched up his towel, screeching, “You two are sick! Stay in your room!” Flushing an odd magenta color, he raced out of the showers.

The elf giggled madly. “Yeah, he enjoyed the show.”