He barely noticed at first when McClane stopped reassuring him and started to tell him how beautiful he was and how good he tasted, smelled, felt. The rivulets of water teasing his skin masked the gentle strokes that drifted over his back, around his waist, spilled over his hipbones and to the insides of his thighs. Riley’s dick was quicker on the uptake than his distracted mind. It filled and rose, eager for it, begging for attention. He reached down instinctively to work it with slow, slick strokes, one hand resting against the wall to support his weight while he focused on the pure animal pleasure of touching himself.

Mmmmmmmmm, McClane hummed, and a silky rush of sensation poured down the skin of Riley’s back, between his legs, and deep into him.

He arched up with a breathless gasp, got a mouthful of water, and would’ve

choked had McClane not closed up his throat like a trap door. Useful, useful alien.

Riley reached out blindly, turned off the shower, then stood in the steaming silence, eyes drifted half-shut. It was almost better without the distraction. A drop of water pearled off his lashes and landed on his cheek, a trickle of liquid that felt cool against his heated skin. He breathed out a shivery sigh, let his eyes drift closed. He couldn’t get away from McClane, but right now, McClane couldn’t get away, either, and didn’t want to leave.

Riley might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

Lemme, McClane whispered, reaching out with greedy tendrils of himself to send Riley into orbit. Lemme, c’mon… let me in.

Like he wasn’t already in so deep, deeper than anything or anyone had ever gone. Inside of Riley’s body, inside of Riley’s mind, sneaking into Riley’s affections with his sense of humor and determination to be free, his genuine interest in everything Riley was.

You and me, McClane breathed and had to lock Riley’s knees to keep him from falling when he stroked him and licked him just right, just perfect.

Inside and out, dirty and thorough and wanting everything Riley could give him. You and me. For real, this time.

“Thought… thought y-you said it was real the first time,” Riley stuttered, fingers closing around the shower rod to have something to hold on to so he wouldn’t topple over. He’d never been so aware of his own body, of all the things a skilled lover could do. “Uh. Do that again.”

It was different when you were asleep, McClane admitted.

“T-then why did—?” Riley started, interrupting himself with a whine when something shifted below, nudged the best parts in him, stretched him in the best way. He felt full there, everywhere, heat in his belly and need in his heart, and tiny shocks of pleasure all over. His cock was hard, his nipples stiff and swollen with the almost painful attention they received, his skin so sensitive he could feel the steam brushing against it.