Finley listened to the sounds of Kage undressing, and the running of water, then turned to the side towards the shower stall in the corner. It was huge, as if designed for more than one person at a time. Finley thought of the article on Kage’s website about watersports. Yup, that would work.
The outline of Kage’s body was visible through the steam and glass, all perfect lines, long legs, and lean muscle. He was humming a melody that Finley vaguely recognised, his deep voice filling the bathroom. Soapy water streamed down his half-hard cock but Kage didn’t stroke it.
How would it feel in my mouth?
Fuck, he was so inexperienced for a man his age when it came to other men. Hopefully, the scene had not been a huge mistake.
Finley dunked his head under the surface and when he emerged, Kage was sitting on a chair next to him, a towel wrapped around his waist. His black hair swiped back in an unruly fashion looked so different to the perfectly-styled do Kage always wore.
“How are your shoulders?”
“A bit sore. Like a few other places.” His chuckle was weak. He was mentally and physically tired, but far from sleepy. Kage’s smile in return perked him up. “But feeling so good. I loved all of it, especially—” He shook his head and reached for the soap.
“Tell me.” Kage took a sponge from a nearby drawer and dipped it in the tub, next to Finley’s knee.
“You’ll laugh at my vanilla ass.”
“Not so vanilla anymore, but I won’t.”
Finley raked his gaze over Kage’s torso, the ever-present necklace, and up his long neck to his lips. “The kiss. It was a cherry on top.”Did it mean anything to you? Did you feel the fire between us?
“You marked kissing as a turn-on in your form,” Kage said matter-of-factly.
Why did this answer feel like a slap?“Right. I did.”
Kage squeezed the sponge over Finley’s shoulders, letting the warm water slide down.
Finley had placed his body in the hands of a near stranger who accepted the gift and cradled it like it was precious, but only in the boundaries of the scene.
“Was it what you expected?”
Finley took a moment to ponder the question. “Yes and no. It was intense. I suppose witnessing a scene is very different to taking part in one. I've always thought BDSM was about pain, domination, and Doms barking orders. It never occurred to me that there was such a huge mental aspect to it all.”
Kage chuckled. “It’s different for everyone and the meaning can change depending on the individual. There can be as many kinks as there are people. You—” Kage dragged the sponge down Finley’s shoulder. “You like watching.”
“Yeah.” Finley leaned forward, exposing more of his back. “And you like when people look at you and admire your work.”
“The best job in the world. I wasn’t sure if you’d sign up. You didn’t just watch me with your eyes. You watched me with your entire being. I loved that. But you give off an inexperienced vibe.”
He loved me watching him.
“I said so in the form. Is that why you went easy on me?” Finley leaned back in the tub, the warm water sloshing over his chest. It had been the most intense experience of his life, but from what he’d seen on the stage so far, his scene hadbeen the most vanilla of them all. “You could have fucked me.” The thought sent heat through Finley, even though he was completely spent.
“I did what I thought fit you at the moment.”
“My first time.” Finley took the sponge and dragged it over his chest, washing away the oil Kage had used to finger and jerk him off with.
“Your first session.”
Finley cleared his throat. “Yes.” It had been a first for so many things for him, though.
“What are you running from, Finley?” Kage danced his long fingers over Finley’s shoulder, above the date tattoos. “You don’t have to tell me. But you mentioned new beginnings, and you haven’t done anything like our session before. I just want to know you’re alright.”
Finley patted Kage’s hand, and the man kneaded the spot gently, then leaned back on his chair.
“I needed something that would take over my life.” Finley took a deep breath then released it slowly as loss and sadness swam to the surface. “I’ve cried myself to sleep long enough to know passivity doesn’t fix anything. But whatever I do won’t fix my past or my mistakes. Won’t bring back the people I lost. Throwing myself in head first and booking a scene with you was the most selfish and out-there thing that was available to me.”
“Parachuting is not for you, then?” Kage was clearly joking, but Finley’s mood was not quite there yet. Kage wiped his hands on the towel at his waist and it parted, revealing his thigh. “Doing something for yourself is not selfish. Neither is being vulnerable during a public scene. That was very brave. Did it help?”
