But he didn’t reach for it again, just watched me as I stroked my hands up and down his arms After a while, I started to focus on his skin, the parts I could see, on the tiny little imperfections, the small scars that dotted his chest and arms. What had he been through? Why were there so many scars? They were little, these small scrapes that hadn’t healed all the way. I wanted to ask him, but didn’t think now was an appropriate time. I wanted him to enjoy this, to associate bathing with good thoughts and feelings, not with…whatever his past had been.
I glanced at his face every now and then, but tried not to because he was watching me so closely it was almost unnerving.But there wasn’t any violence or aggression in his eyes; the unique blue and brown were overflowing with a patient curiosity I felt compelled to sate.
He had questions, wanted to learn things, had obviously missed out on so much in his life.
When his upper body was done, I said, “Can you…uh, you can do the rest, right?”
I wasn’t sure what would happen if I had to touch him below the waist. He’d touched me once and I’d come immediately. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. Except he hadn’t seemed uncomfortable in the slightest. Not at all. Not with getting naked or me touching him like this or him grabbing my cock like that.
“No. You do it.”
I was pretty sure he was actually trying to kill me, but I didn’t say that again since it upset him so much. Fuck, he was sweet.
I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled slowly.
He also needed to learn some manners. “Okay…well usually if you want something, you ask nicely. So you’d say, ‘Please do the rest, Cain.’ Like that. Try it.”
Although I did think his demands were oddly adorable. He looked wild and exotic and right now he was nodding at me with the cutest determined expression on his face. “Please do the rest, Cain.”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck.
I needed to turn him around. His eyes on me weren’t helping at all, and if I didn’t have to watch what I was doing, then that would be a little better, right?
I flipped him around and positioned his ass farther down on my thighs so that my cock wouldn’t be shamelessly rubbing against him. But then he placed his palms right above my knees and left them there, absently kneading my muscles in a similar way to what I’d just been doing to him to clean him. He leanedback until his shoulders were resting against my chest, letting his head fall back onto my shoulder with a contented little sigh that made my lungs constrict.
Made me feel a whole lot of things I’d never really felt before.
And as flustered and embarrassed as I was, it was really…really special to be here with someone else.
Withhim.
To have someone to bathe with. Someone who wanted me to teach him about…well, basically everything.
Warmth suffused my being. I wanted to remember this moment forever. Wanted to etch it into my heart and never forget it.
Since the day I found him, I hadn’t once asked Bernard if I should end my life—because I didn’t want to anymore.
I had a purpose now, and it was so much better than anything I could’ve ever imagined for myself.
“Please do the rest, Cain?”
His quiet request pulled me from my thoughts, and god he really was going to kill me.
“Yeah,” I choked out. “Alright.”
When I just sat there and didn’t move, my hands hovering above the water, he made a frustrated sound and grabbed my forearms, dragging my hands down into the water and setting them on his thighs.
“Do the rest,” he said. “Please.”
When I didn’t say anything because I was holding my breath and trying to calm myself down, he turned his head to look up at me.
“Please?”
God, those eyes. “Yes. Yeah, sorry, I’ll do the rest.”
He faced forward and leaned back against my chest again.
