Cream
Barney sinks back into the bath, feeling the warm water soak through the jeans and spread across the material of his cotton shirt. Above him, he can hear the tiniest whirring sound in the silent bathroom, as the hidden camera powers up. He tilts his head up towards the ceiling and winks.
He wriggles in the bath, the porcelain a little chilly against his spine, despite the warmth of the water, and he arches his back, stretching his arms over his head and sinking down further into the tub. For a moment, the world goes muted/quiet and he all he can hear is his own heartbeat and the knocking of his bare feet against the faucet.
Then he bursts back up, breaking the surface again, water running down his face. He keeps the lower part of his face submerged, like a crocodile, then he opens his mouth and takes in a gulp of water. Laughing, he spits a long arc right over his chest and between his legs.
Again, he steals a glance at the ceiling. The damn cameras better be recording this.
Slowly and deliberately, he reaches over the side of the bathtub and grabs the almost-empty tube of Robin's hand cream, bringing it up and placing it on his chest. Then he unzips his jeans and carefully pulls his stiffening dick out of his pants. The denim clings to his legs now, weighs his body down in the water. It's weirdly erotic - stabilising, like ballast.
He grabs the tube and squirts the remaining cream into his palm. Then, thrusting his hips up above the water line, he covers his pulsing dick in the slick substance with a shuddering groan.
Too bad the camera can't pick up audio. He really should upgrade.
His eyelids flutter shut for a moment as he starts to pump his cock, his heels slipping against the bottom of the bath, toes curling under. He tightens his grip and works his dick harder, gritting his teeth and he forces himself to open his eyes and look back up at the camera. It's hard to concentrate on that when-
When-
His lips form an "O" as he ejaculates hard, shooting an arc of silvery come across the water.
Then he sags into the bottom of the tub and snaps his teeth at the camera.
He lets his fingers travel over his stomach, up his chest, tweaking his own nipples as he breathes hard, still tingling from the aftershock of his orgasm.
He knows that his CCTV system will be picking up every detail in artsy monochrome, saving the images on the hard drive hidden in a secret cupboard in his bedroom, ready to be uploaded onto his iPhone later.
Yeah.
Scherbatsky's gonna really love watching this one.