Disclaimer: I don't own any of these sexy, sexy men.
Warnings: borderline explicit sex
Notes: Just felt like writing this little one-shot snippet. It's not really a story at all, but it's still a scene I really wanted to post. Hope you enjoy! ;)
Just a Shower
In the steamy hot spray, he leaned against the faux tile wall. The laminate was getting foggy and wet, but it was still cold under his hands. Usually he would relax until the shower wall was as hot as his skin. He shot a worried glance backwards; Tetsuhiro wouldn't want to wait for long.
Hands soon ran up his sides, drawing a shiver from him. His hair cascaded down his back, and strong fingers ran through it to smooth it further. No sense in having it get in his way. He pumped some soap into his palm and rubbed it over his arms. This was just a shower; nothing more.
Those hands slid down his hips, over his outer thighs, and back up to his member. His breath hitched. He had to keep calm, or else this would become something more than just a hygienic ritual. It had been so long… His eardrums vibrated when Tetsuhiro said, "Senpai, you have to spread your legs further." The hand left his shaft, working back up his abdomen and chest. The fingers slipped over his nipples. He sighed.
"More, Senpai."
"I'm spreading them as far as I can!"
"It's not enough."
A growl of frustration penetrated the bathroom door, and then someone banged on it. "Old Man!" Souichi shouted. "Don't use up the hot water! Morinaga's next, so I want the shower to be good and hot when I get to it!"
"Senpai, you lost!" Tetsuhiro cried in dismay.
"So? I let you win. Hooray for you."
"If you didn't want to play Twister, then you should have said so!"
Soujin chuckled to himself as he hurried to rinse off. He did love coming to visit his son and his son's "lab assistant", though he suspected they were sleeping together. Just a hunch.
The End.
Well? Did I get you? XD The idea was mine; the idea to make the bather Soujin was my husband's.