Malcolm nodded. “Sure, it would probably feel good to wash up.”
I stood and offered him my hand to help him to his feet. Grabbing a towel from the hall closet, I was glad that I had at least cleaned the bathroom earlier that week. I shoved my hand behind the shower curtain, turning the faucet to the right position. “It takes a while to warm up, but there should be plenty of hot water once it does.” I turned back to Malcolm. “It’s not much, but it works.”
“Are you kidding?” Malcolm asked, setting his glasses by the sink. “This is the first morning I wasn’t woken up by construction workers banging around near my window. It feels like heaven.”
“You know, you’re welcome here anytime you want,” I said. “If you need a quiet place to sleep.”
“I don’t know how quiet it will be with you grabbing at my butt all the time,” he joked.
“All right,” I said, stepping closer and placing my hand on his ass. “If you need a place to get fucked silly, then.”
He laughed, then leaned forward, kissing me quickly. “Will you join me?” he asked, gesturing to the shower.
“Oh, sure!” I said. “If you want.”
“Just promise you won’t try to wash my mouth out with soap,” he teased. “I think I said some wild things last night.”
We both pulled our clothes off, letting them fall to the ground. When we stepped into the shower, it was already steamy, and the tiles were beading with moisture.
I stepped back so that Malcolm could stand under the full spray of water. He held his face in the stream, and I watched as his golden skin glistened. His hair was flattened against his head, and he somehow looked even sexier that way.
I took the bottle of body wash off the shelf, squirting a little in my hand and working into a lather. As Malcolm felt the water on his face, I began to wash his back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulders.
This is what Maddox would do,I thought.He would be proud of me for taking care of Malcolm.
As soon as I thought it, I felt his presence there with me. It was the strangest thing, but it gave me the confidence to know I didn’t have to do anything wild to impress Malcolm. I just had to take care of him, the way he wanted to be taken care of.
I started massaging his shoulders lightly, watching the suds drip down his back and gather around his round butt. After a moment, he turned to face me and pressed his forehead against my chest. “Thank you,” he said. “That feels nice.” Almost as though he was reading my mind, he then looked up. “Do you think we’ll see Maddox again before this weekend?”
“He said he’ll be out in the mountains,” I answered. “But we’re going after your landlords on Sunday, so he’ll be back then for sure.”
Malcolm kept staring at me, water dripping down his face. I could tell he was trying to find a way to ask something else. Risking a guess, I took a small step forward, pressing our bodies together.
“That doesn’t mean we have to wait to see each other, though,” I said. “I’ll be working all week and at the bar once the weekend shows up. But anytime you want to see me, you just let me know.” He let out a soft noise, like a satisfied hum. “And I wasn’t kidding about sleeping here, if you want to.”
“Thanks,” he said, humming the word. “I might take you up on that.”
The faucet sputtered for a moment, and another rush of hot water landed against our bodies. My rear still ached, but as Malcolm nuzzled against my chest, I just felt happy that I had been able to share that special moment with him as well as with Maddox.
“We’re lucky,” I said.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “We are.”
