It was quiet, still, save for the soft slick noises of their kissing and the steady, steamy hiss of the shower. It started out slow as it nearly always did, Avery’s fingers tangled in Jake’s hair, holding himself up, getting himself closer as Jake held onto him at the hips, fingers slipping over wet skin, nails dragging. They clutched at each other as the urgency and desperation of their kisses rapidly increased, moaning softly, Avery’s name coming off Jake’s lips when they breathed. With that one whisper it became fierce – attacking each other’s mouths, fingers and teeth tugging hard. It was with the surprise in the sudden force of the smaller boy that Jake found himself slammed back against the tile and turned around, eyes squeezing shut and the tile marking his forehead as he reached back and gripped Avery’s thighs hard to quickly pull him closer. He cried out as the other boy immediate drove into him, once more slamming against him, Jake’s nails bruising Avery’s thighs in a pattern of desperate crescents as the world started to slip from underneath the two of them. All he could hear was Avery’s heavy breaths, his harsh moans, the repeated, almost whimpered godjake in his ear and with another sharp but quieter cry he was coming all over the steamed tile at the first touch of Avery’s finger’s, tightening impossibly around the other boy and lurching forward and gasping as Avery came shortly after deep inside him. It went quiet again, the steam dissipating but the shower still hissing, the only thing else a quiet squeak and a dulled thud when the two of them slipped to the bottom of the shower.