Minors: DNI! Sometimes, the best stories involve some classic tropes, suspension of disbelief, and a good shower scene. Requested and inspired by all my nasty lil' friends who have been asking for Shower Joe!
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You honestly weren’t sure when the change happened. That subtle shift from acquaintances to friends to coworkers had been stealth and seemingly overnight, but over time, Joe had gone from someone you saw every couple of months back home to someone you spent more time with than anyone else in your life.
He’d helped you to get a job with the Bengals when you moved down to Cincinnati with nothing but your dog and an updated resume, and after you’d outgrown the marketing position, he hired you on as his executive assistant. You two joked about the title since what you did went far beyond the scope of a regular assistant but you were appreciative of the opportunity nonetheless.
The endless hours you spent with him were filled with meaningful work for his foundation and dozens of new experiences that you would have never been a part of without Joe’s help. It made work fun again, and in doing so it had allowed you to thrive. Regularly, the team would reach out every few months, begging you to come back while dangling a new, bigger job title, and every time, Joe gave you another raise and another new project to keep you engaged.
Still, despite all of that, there was something else brewing beneath the surface that made each call from the personnel office more enticing. It started with a warm feeling anytime Joe laughed at your jokes that spread from your cheeks to your toes. Then it evolved into an odd burst of happiness when, after you finally dropped your boyfriend, Joe ended things with his girlfriend. Soon, you felt a giddiness every time you were near him, in a way that you’d never felt about another boss in the past.
It was becoming hard for you to deny these evolving feelings about Joe, and as you sat with him after a team dinner he’d asked you to tag along to, they rang like drumbeats in your ears. “Hey. Did I lose you?” Joe slurred, bumping your knee with his and subsequently setting your body on fire. Both of you were well on your way to drunk, although Joe was further along than you were, and he was asking your opinion on something from the game earlier that you’d drowned out as you fell transfixed by the way his quads poked through his faded jeans.
“Sorry, I zoned out a bit. I don’t think it was a big deal. Collapses in coverage happen all the time. I don’t need to tell you that,” you responded. Joe looked at you through narrowed eyes, and for a split second, you were worried that you’d been staring a little too long or too obviously. That was the problem with slowly falling for your friend. Every move, every comment had to be carefully calculated; the fear of your true feelings being revealed looming over you daily.
“Hmm,” Joe shrugged, “I guess I’m just being paranoid. Ted seemed upset.” You’re not the only paranoid one here, you thought to yourself. “He seemed fine to me but if you’re that worried, just, you know. Text him?”
Rolling his eyes at your reasonable suggestion, Joe flagged down the waitress and ordered two more shots. “If we keep this up, I’m going to have to pour you into bed tonight. It’s a bye week Joe, not spring break,” you grimaced, holding your breath as you downed the shot and tried not to let the taste register in your brain.
“I think I’ve earned one night of partying. You look like you could use one too,” Joe teased. You teasingly flipped him off before leaning against the booth while you chugged a water. The restaurant had cleared out and though the staff would be more than happy to stay past closing for Cincinnati’s favorite son, you knew it would be a good idea to get out of there.
“Let me leave my car here and I’ll drive you home in yours. I’m about three shots behind you,” you offered. Joe brushed you off and was muttering something about being fine to drive as he tripped trying to stand up. “Yeah, like I said. I’ll drive you home Burrow,” you chuckled.
You’d be lying if you said that the way Joe’s muscular arm wrapped around your waist for support didn’t make your scalp tingle, or that when Joe lightly dozed off on your shoulder during the drive home, you had a brief flash of desire. It had been a miracle that you’d made it this long without saying or doing something stupid that revealed how you felt, and the pent up one-sided tension kept ticking away.
When you eventually pulled into Joe’s garage, you hated having to wake him up, ending the brief physical touch you’d shared with him for 15 minutes. “Come on Burrow. Let me help you inside so I don’t worry about you hitting your head,” you mumbled. That ended up being easier said than done, for Joe was still unsteady on his feet when you stuck him in a chair and dug around for some advil.
“Take these and drink both of these,” you ordered, tossing two water bottles to him. Joe responded with something incoherent and you ignored him, instead turning your attention to making him a sandwich in an attempt to sober him up. Despite the upcoming bye week, you knew that Joe had a team meeting at 7:30 the next morning, and you wanted him fairly coherent by the time dawn rolled around.
30 minutes later, his eyes looked less glassy and he was yawning loudly. “Go take a shower so I can leave. I want to go to bed and my babysitting rate doubles after midnight,” you teased. Saluting you, Joe bounded up the stairs faster than a man with 12 shots in his system should be able to, and you scrolled through your iPad mindlessly for a moment before realizing it was about to die.
Remembering that you’d left a charging cord in the small guest room Joe had converted into an office space for you, you made your way upstairs and subsequently got distracted with a tax form you had forgotten to fill out when you thought you heard Joe calling your name. You ignored it at first, thinking it was a mistake, until suddenly it got louder and was followed by a loud crash.
Rushing down the hallway into the master, you were worried Joe had drunkenly slipped in the shower when you noticed that both the door to his room and the bathroom were wide open, giving you a clear glance inside. The years of platonic familiarity you two had meant that you didn’t think anything of walking into his room until you saw that he was clearly upright and still in the shower.
You knew you should have turned around and given Joe his privacy, but in the split second between deciding between a good decision and a bad one, you went left and quietly watched instead.
Your mouth hung open when you realized that Joe had called your name, only now he was moaning it loudly instead. There was no mistaking it now that you were closer, and you were about to knock on the frame of the door when your eyes widened once you caught what he was doing.
Joe had one hand on the shower wall to support himself and another wrapped around his dick, pumping over and over again. The prominent veins that traveled down his bicep to his hands flexed as he stroked himself; your name being repeated like a mantra while he tried to get himself off. Water dripped down his back and hair, droplets catching on every muscle on his back and highlighting the curves of his body.
You could practically feel his body tense and release as he chased his high, and the ache between your own legs became unbearable while you watched. Is he…thinking about me? you asked yourself, incredulous at what was unfolding in front of you. Almost as if on cue, Joe practically shouted your name, egging the imaginary you on as he sped up his motions. The way his forearm moved was hypnotizing, and you didn’t even realize that your own hand had slipped under your skirt until your elbow went a little too wide to the right and you knocked something off of Joe’s dresser.
His eyes snapped open immediately and locked with yours, both of you frozen with shock. Joe’s face was at once both beet red and pale as a ghost as he went to turn the water off and stumbled out of the shower, snatching his towel off the hook. Your feet felt glued to the floor as he walked towards you, and you knew that not only had you just lost your job, you’d more likely than not lost your best friend too.
“Joe, I-I’m so sorry,” you stammered. “How long were you standing there?” You couldn’t read his face in the moment—was it anger? Embarrassment? Shock? “I was in the office and I thought I heard you calling me and then I heard a crash and then, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t see anything, I swear,” you lied, praying that maybe the situation was salvageable.
Joe opened and closed his mouth to respond but only inaudible squeaks came out. You were about to apologize again when you both realized that his fully erect penis was visible through his towel; a tented reminder of what you had caught him doing.
“Look, I can explain,” Joe blushed, pointing at the shower. “You don’t have to explain!” You insisted, accidentally motioning towards his dick and almost dropping dead when you brushed against it with your hand in the process. The silence in the room was deafening as the two of you stared at each other, unsure of how to proceed.
“Did you…mean to do that?” Joe asked cautiously. “Did you mean to do that?” You whispered, waving your hand towards the shower. “Yes,” Joe said emphatically, his eyes boring holes into yours. You felt your heart stop at his answer, and without a second thought about your friendship or career, you closed the gap between the two of you and placed a hand on his damp chest.
You didn’t know what came over you as you pulled Joe down by his neck and kissed him; snaking your tongue past his bottom lip and brushing it against his. Joe stood there in shock momentarily before his hands drew you in closer to his body, moaning as his dick brushed against your leg. Steering you backwards towards his bed, he didn’t break your kiss until the back of your knees hit his mattress and he pulled away.
“Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I’m not stopping,” Joe growled, his hands now cupping your ass. “I’m positive,” you panted. Crawling onto the bed, you made quick work of stripping off your clothes, suddenly feeling a little exposed. Being naked for the first time in front of a new hookup was always a little awkward, but add to that said hookup being your best friend of 20 years? You felt like you were under a microscope.
Joe smirked as he took in the sight of you, his eyes wild like he’d just come across water in the desert. Placing a kiss on the inside of your ankle, Joe nibbled and licked his way to your core, pulling your thighs around his ears as he nestled between your legs. You held your breath as you watched his tongue dip between your folds; your body practically levitating off the mattress.
Joe teased you a bit with tiny laps of his tongue starting at your entrance before slowly making his way to your clit. You frowned when he sat up for a minute, smirking as he ran a hand through his still-wet hair. “Someone must have liked what she saw in that shower. You’re soaking,” Joe grinned, running his thumb over your clit. “Stop teasing me or I’ll just do it myself,” you huffed.
He chuckled to himself as he made his way back down to your core, his thumb working in tandem with his tongue as you squirmed. Joe held you down with one hand while he moaned against your clit, the vibrations adding another layer of stimulation for your already shot senses. You couldn’t stop yourself from gently tracing over the veins in the hand that gripped your hip, each one telling a different story.
It took no time for Joe to bring you to your climax, and he laughed as he carefully unwound your legs from around his neck. Your arousal coated his chin and you could taste yourself on his lips when he dipped down to kiss you; a million unspoken words sitting between the two of you.
Joe almost seemed a little unsure of what to do next, almost as if he wanted to provide you an out. You decided to take charge in that moment, and rolled the two of you over so you were straddling him, hovering just above his cock. Joe attached his lips to your neck as you sank down onto him, gasping at the feeling of him stretching you out. His hands encouragingly rubbed your back as he waited for you to get comfortable, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you start to ride him.
Placing your hands on his chest for stability, you felt your eyes roll back as another orgasm crept up on you; the angle and fullness of his cock arousing you more than you’d ever been. You paused to shift to your feet and Joe had to close his eyes momentarily to stop himself from finishing right then, bringing his hand between the two of you and circling your clit rapidly.
Soon you felt your whole body convulse as you climaxed; wetness seeping onto Joe’s legs as you came. Collapsing on his chest, you let him place soft kisses on the crown of your head while you struggled to regulate your breathing; the room and your brain spinning. Joe was just about to offer to get you a water when you wincingly hopped off and pushed him back onto his feet, stretching out across the bed on your stomach. Joe started to protest momentarily until he felt your lips wrap around his dick, taking him in your mouth and gagging as his tip teased the back of your throat.
You bobbed up and down, tracing each vein and ridge with your tongue, memorizing every inch of his member. Once again, your name was on Joe’s lips as it had been in the shower, only this time, whatever restraint he’d been maintaining was gone as he gripped your head and began to fuck your face.
Mascara ran down your cheeks as Joe took control, and you eventually dropped your hand to your core as he continued to pump into your face. A small part of you prayed this wasn’t a hallucination or dream, but the second you felt his hips buck one last time and his release coat your throat, you knew it was real.
The two of you were silent once again as you lay side by side, unsure of how to proceed. You had so much you wanted to say but couldn’t, and a small part of you was worried that you’d just experienced the best goodbye fuck of your life.
“I’ve wanted to tell you how I felt for months,” Joe said, shocking you out of your thoughts, “but every time I wanted to say something, I panicked that it was going to come off as creepy or weird. I guess fucking you wasn’t exactly not creepy or weird, but I—I don’t regret it. And I hope you don’t either.”
“I don’t,” you quickly responded, sitting up so you were facing him, “I’ve been struggling with how I felt for months too, but then there was always some excuse not to say something and, I don’t know, I was afraid I had been relegated to sister-status.”
“I don’t know anyone who does that with their sister,” Joe laughed hoarsely. “Yeah. I suppose you’re right,” you admitted. “Where do we go from here?”
You stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking. “I think I should quit. Accept a job with the team, come clean about the nature of our relationship—er, whatever we are now. That way there’s some space between us and we can… figure out whatever this is,” you answered.
Reaching for your hand, Joe absentmindedly brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on the center of your palm before resting it on his chest. “I hate the idea of not working with you daily. But I also hate the idea of not figuring out whatever this,” Joe motioned between you guys, “is. And I don’t think we can explore that if you’re working directly beneath me.”
“Well, I’ll still be working beneath you, hopefully,” you joked, dodging the pillow Joe tossed on your face, “I agree though. Let’s take it slow, see how we’re feeling.” Turning so your chin was now resting on his shoulder, you pecked Joe’s cheek and nuzzled into his side, still in disbelief that this was how your day was ending.
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