Fynn laughed and reached for the bodywash. “I’m not that short.”
“Relatively.” Nolan held out a hand. When Fynn filled his palm with soap, Nolan swiped his hand down Fynn’s chest, lathering his nearly hairless skin and stroking white foam around his nipples. Fynn’s dick perked up at each touch. Nolan ran a finger down Fynn’s shaft, making him twitch and harden further. “Wait till we’re clean.” Nolan patted Fynn’s dick and then moved on to soaping thoroughly around Fynn’s balls and down his thighs.
“My turn.” Fynn grabbed soap, leaned aside for a moment to get spray onto Nolan, and set to work learning Nolan’s muscular body using palms and fingertips. All that body hair held the suds, turning white and frothy, and Fynn played with it, swirling the foam into peaks on Nolan’s chest. “Turn around.”
Nolan pivoted obediently. His back was lightly furred too. A long scar ran from shoulder to hip, and Fynn wanted to know why.Later. We’ll have time for lots of stories.Nolan’s ass was a miracle of form and function, tight-muscled and wonderfully curved, with a deep cleft. Fynn slipped one finger into that shadowed space. “Do you ever…”
“Bottom? Yeah, with the right guy. I would happily for you.” Nolan shifted his weight. “Do you want to?”
“Sometime. Not tonight.” Fynn took a breath and said what he’d been imagining. “I want you to fuck me.”
He felt a shudder run through Nolan’s body. “Yeah. That.”
“Now.” Fynn’s dick was fully onboard.
“Shampoo? Rinsing?”
“Spoilsport.” But he passed Nolan the shampoo, because yeah, lake water was not the cleanest stuff. Better than the rivers, but that wasn’t saying much. Probably worse along the shore, though, cleaner toward the center. “Good thing it was deep out there.”
“I did imagine getting left behind, miles from shore, if they somehow swooped in, grabbed you, and drove off.”
Not happening.Fynn threw his arms around Nolan and squeezed, his hands slipping in the soap. “Scary stuff.”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t realize you were scared too.” He’d somehow imagined Nolan as superhuman in a crisis, but of course he wasn’t. Efficient, trained, and brave, not superhuman. He hugged tighter.
“Terrified a time or two. Worst when I thought he might’ve shot you. I saw blood on you.”
Recall gave Fynn his own tremor. “I was afraid I hadn’t grabbed his arm in time and he got you.”
Nolan turned and enveloped him in a hug, and they stood there letting the water sluice down them. Fynn closed his eyes and breathed the scent of Nolan’s damp skin. After a while, Nolan began maneuvering them into the spray. Fynn blinked and looked down, watching the swirls of white slide off Nolan’s sturdy legs and flow toward the drain.
“Rinse?” Nolan murmured.
Fynn tipped his head back into the downpour. Nolan cupped his hands around Fynn’s forehead, guiding the water through his hair. Fynn lingered in the moment, luxuriating in the rush of the water and the warmth of Nolan’s fingers against his face, but they couldn’t stay that way forever.No matter how tempting. I guess we wouldn’t die of dehydration in a shower, but food would be an issue. Or maceration of our skin from all the moisture? Although perhaps falling asleep and slipping would be the first risk. Anyway, Nolan in a bed would be even better.He turned into the shower to rub his face with wet hands, then took hold of the curtain. “You’ll need space to rinse. Soap’s bad in delicate places.” Nolan was still dotted with suds on his shoulders and the edge of his beard. Shampoo glistened in his hair. Probably down his back and ass too.
I need a new apartment with a larger shower where I can install multiple showerheads.Moving sounded better the more Fynn thought about it.
He stepped out, dried off quickly, and ducked into the hall. In his bedroom, the air cooled his bare skin as he tossed everything he’d been wearing into the hamper. His wet clothes were at police headquarters to be tested for gunshot residue or whatever.They can keep them.
Still naked, he pulled down the covers and stretched out on the sheet, ignoring his wet hair on the pillow and setting his stupid glasses aside.New ones soon. His dick had softened in the cool room, so he took himself in hand, starting a lazy stroke, thinking about Nolan’s ass and veiny forearms.Mm, not so soft now. Wish I was touching him.
The water-noise shut off and a minute later, Nolan came in fully nude, carrying his clothes.
Ooh, look at all that gorgeous skin.“You can put yours in the hamper with mine.”
“Thanks.” Nolan dropped his clothes inside but set something on the dresser.
His holster.“Will they give you your gun back?”
“Eventually.”
“Is it important?”
“Not that particular gun. I mean, it’s lightweight and has a nice, smooth trigger pull, but I can replace it anytime. I do feel a bit naked without a weapon in here, but I have Charlie on exterior surveillance tonight, so I don’tneedone.”
I wish you didn’t ever need one.Fynn couldn’t deny the gun had helped today. “You’re off duty. No guns in bed.”
