“Okay,” I said, and let him lead me back into the small bedroom. There, he paused.
“Go start the shower, and I’ll make the bed.”
“Okay.” Yeah, I could be had, not for a pocket of money (and I love money) but for a kind gesture, a sweet kiss, a kind word. A hot shower and a freshly made bed, both to share with a handsome man.
I went to the bathroom. The shower was a decent size, one of those made of all one piece, rather than lined with fancy tile or anything.
I slid the shower door back, turn on the water to hot, and saw that there was a dispenser with soap, shampoo, and cream rinse. On a little rack above the toilet were plenty of white towels and washcloths. The bathroom mirror was already steamed up by the time I took those towels down and put them on the toilet for easy reach.
And then came Alex, marching into the steamy bathroom, naked from head to toe, dick and balls hanging out with absolutely no shame, his head held high, his hair rumpled artfully like a Roman god. Inside of a second, he was dappled with moisture from the steam.
“Hot enough for you?” he said in a joking way.
“You said hot shower,” I responded, shoving his smile. “So hot it is.”
We showered together, naked beneath the pounding spray of the shower, steam rolling all over the place. The soap smelled a bit like flowers and honey, and was silky in my fingers as I spread it all over Alex, everywhere I could reach. I made sure his balls were extra special clean, rolled them around in my fingers until Alex was moaning and not really trying to get away.
“We’re supposed to be getting clean,” he said.
“Your rules, not mine,” I said, laughing at him. “Don’t worry about it. Everything will rinse away.”
We lathered and rinsed and there was a good bit of fondling and jacking off, and yeah, the hot water and soap rinsed everything down the drain.
Beneath my hands, his hair was like dense silk, and I had to go on my toes to make sure it was all rinsed out. He washed my hair, too, and did that make me purr like a kitten? Yeah, it did.
By the time we were done (the hot water seemed endless), I felt boneless, done in, barely able to hold myself up. We turned off the water, and I was ready to flounce back to bed, but he held me and dried me off, every bit of me, speckling me with quick kisses. Then he let me go and followed me into the bedroom, making sure of me, I guess.
We pulled back the bedclothes and sat naked together on the bed, and I realized we were facing a window. That, through the steam that had condensed on the glass, there were lights outside.
“Stars?” I asked. I wasn’t sure.
He opened the window and gasped as fresh, cold air rushed into the room. That was when I heard singing. A group of people, somewhere in the dark, singing Christmas carols, soft and low.
“I think there’s a fire pit somewhere. I saw it on the map,” he said. “Should we get dressed and join them?”
I shuddered and shook my head. Not only did I not want to get dressed and go out into the cold night, I didn’t want to stand along the edges of someone else’s happiness. Nothing made me sadder, and the group of people singing surely didn’t want Bad Boy Beck to ruin their Christmas joy. Besides, staying in with a naked Alex sound like the better time to me.
“Too tired,” I said, half mumbling.
What I wanted was to get into the freshly made bed and shove myself into Alex’s arms and fall asleep that way. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and I really didn’t care. All I wanted was what I had, right then.
“Let’s sleep, then,” he said, and as if he’d read my mind, he leaned back, pulling me with him, and there we were together on the fluffy pillow, sharing it, our noses almost touching.
Alex pulled the sheet and blanket over us, and found my toes with his, and kissed me and then laughed as I yawned into his kiss.
“Tired,” I said.
That’s when Alex cuddled me, like I was quite small and perhaps very young and in need of protection.
I would have gotten more excited about this, my cock getting quite hard, if I wasn’t super worn out. From the long drive that day, the excitement of rescuing Alex, and the lovemaking.
And now this. Christmas Cuddles. Better than anything, because it was just him and me, skin to skin, warm from the shower, relaxed and in bed where nothing could get at us.
“That’s how to tame you, then,” said Alex.
“Tame me?” I mumbled, a little confused.
“Strike that,” said Alex. “You don’t need taming. You just need sweetness.”
