“I’m an athlete,” I said with a grin. “We have ways and methods. I always carry baby wipes.”
“Baby wipes?” Cade asked. Now there was amusement in his voice, at least.
“Hey, don’t knock it,” I said, grabbing the packet out of my drawer and moving back across the room toward him. He was a dark shape against the light of the fire, the little flickers of illumination picking out more detail in the form of his body now and then. I tried not to stare and make him feel self-conscious. I felt a little bit guilty that I hadn’t offered him one of these when I washed up as best as I could the night before, but he didn’t need to know that. “Not until you’ve tried it, anyway. You’re going to be surprised just how much better this will make you feel.”
“Thanks,” Cade said, taking one of the wipes out of my hands and starting to use it on his face.
I took another – but not for my own face.
I began to rub it across Cade’s stomach, the place where I knew he’d been painted with his own cum yesterday, wiping away any lingering traces of stickiness.
“Um.” I looked up at Cade’s face. He looked almost panicked. He had frozen, the wipe in his hand hovering just away from his neck.
“Do you not want me to wash you?” I asked. I stopped, freezing in a similar position. If he wanted me to stop, I would stop – but I really, really hoped he didn’t.
“N-no… I mean, yes, but I…”
He seemed so confused. Maybe it was better if I simplified things. “Is it okay if I carry on?” I asked him gently.
Cade bit his lip and nodded once, his face flaring red.
I smiled for him, then looked back down to my task. I finished washing his stomach, vaguely aware that he was wiping the wet wipe up and down his arms, and then dropped down to my knees in front of him. He made a stifled noise of surprise and I looked up to check he was alright before I carried on; when his eyes met mine and I smiled again, he seemed to relax.
His dick was soft now, which was probably to be expected given how nervous he seemed. Getting the opportunity to admire it close up like this was a gift, but I tried to remain professional in my chosen task, wiping his thighs and upper legs as if this was just about cleaning. His pubes were starting to grow back in without the use of a shower and a razor, and I saw with some satisfaction that the tiny stubble hairs were indeed the same shade of red as on his head. I ran my hand over every curve, line, and cord of his muscles, admiring how lean he was – a completely different type of strength to the type I had cultivated. He was sinewy and streamlined. He was smaller than me, but that didn’t mean weaker or less impressive.
Even if the fact he was both shorter and narrower did trigger a protective instinct in me that I was completely unable to ignore.
I threw the wipe I was using onto the floor, meaning to create a little pile of used ones and throw them away properly later, and then grabbed a new one from the packet. I glanced up, realizing that Cade had stopped moving entirely. He was completely focused on what I was doing.
I put one of my hands on his hip for stability – and then, lining up the wipe across the inside of my hand so it would form almost a glove of cleanliness, I took his dick in my hand and washed it from the base to the head. He twitched under me and I heard him gasp lightly, lengthening and hardening just a little bit before I finished. I licked my lips without meaning to, admiring the changes I had made in him, feasting my eyes on him.
I looked up and met his eyes as I swiped my hand over his balls, across his taint, and around to his ass, letting the wipe take over from what my tongue had been doing last night. The round cheeks of his ass seemed to fit perfectly in my hands as I moved to hold him tightly, bracing him.
Cade groaned long and low, tilting his head back, as I ‘cleaned’ him for longer than I really needed to. After a moment I dropped the wipe onto the floor, looking up at him.
“Do you feel clean now?” I asked, a teasing smile playing around my mouth. He looked stunned like he couldn’t believe I’d just done that.
He opened his mouth to reply but apparently thought better of trusting his voice, and simply nodded.
I looked down again. I was at the same level as his dick. It was right there in front of me, just begging to be touched. I could get him hard again. I could suck him off.
I could, couldn’t I?
I wondered what he tasted like. I rested my hands along the side of his thighs and looked up at him again, biting my lip. If he was still nervous, I wouldn’t, but…
There was a fire in his eyes that told me yes. He wanted it. He wanted it just as much as I wanted to do it for him.
I stroked up the side of his thighs, lining myself up, wetting my lips as I moved my hand across his pubic bone and towards his –
A rumbling sound that seemed to be far above us had me grabbing him tightly, stabilizing him. Cade made a frightened noise and dropped down to my level. I swung him towards the bed and held him against the frame, looking up constantly, waiting for something to fall down on our heads.
The rumbling slowly stopped. Nothing had happened. Everything seemed the same as it had been, at least down here.
I reached up and grabbed a couple of blankets from the bed in my fist, draping one around Cade’s shoulders and wrapping the other around myself like it was a towel.
Then I grabbed the radio, pressing the call button desperately. “Hello? Is anyone there? What the hell was that?”
Cade
