"It's too hot." I winced the second the shower stream struck my shoulders. I stepped back to the far end of the shower cubicle and gestured for Marik to take my place.
"You're pretty red." He held my arms halfway down, where I wasn't burnt.
My cheeks, the bridge of my nose, and my shoulders were all the color of ripe strawberries, and even the slightest pressure from the water felt like a scouring pad against my skin. That was why Bakura let me wash up during our first round. I wanted to clean all the sweat and disgusting, useless suncream off of my skin before I even tried to play sexy witheveryone.
"And I don't mind hogging all the hot water. It's nice against my back."
"Well, we're a good team for this round." I laughed.
An awkward silence followed. If I was with Bakura, I could make some sort of pun, and if I was with Kek, I could just yank his hair, but I wasn't 100% sure what I should do with Marik. His thumbs ran up and down my arms, and I knew I should say or do something, but I was still a little shy.
"Sorry about last night," I blurted out without thinking. "I shouldn't have forfeited when I did."
"If you're overly cautious, it's my fault," Marik said.
"Well, just so you know, I- I won't be forfeiting any games tonight." I hesitated for a moment, but then I stepped into Marik's personal space and rested my cheek against his chest.
"You're scorching." Marik grabbed my face and stared at it.
"I'd be much worse if you hadn't bought that umbrella. Thank you, Marik."
"Do you want some ice? There's an ice maker in the fridge in our suite, so I wouldn't have to leave the room."
"Thank you, that's very sweet, but…I think if you started rubbing me down with ice cubes I wouldn't last very long in the game." My mouth dropped as soon as I said it, realizing my mistake.
"You don't say?" Marik smirked. "Well then, I'll be right back."
"Oh damn." I covered a hand over my mouth. "I should have never said that out loud."
"But you did, and I plan an using the information to my advantage." Marik sang as he turned off the water.
One day I really was going to install a filter in my mouth. But there was nothing to do about it at the moment- except shiver a little in anticipation as Marik rushed out of the bathroom for some ice. There was a stool in the corner of the shower, so I sat down and waited for the torture that I had all but asked for. Marik returned half a minute later with a cup full of ice water. He straddled my lap, and I held my breath to stifle a moan, but then Marik pressed the ice water glass to my cheek, and I gasped out loud.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Marik grinned, fishing out the first ice cube.
I whimpered when he rolled the chunk of ice down my shoulder. It did feel good. The cold soothed my burnt skin and sent shivers coursing down my body. I rested my head against the wall and cooed as Marik dragged the ice cube lower, teasing my nipple with it. He veered it back to my shoulders, making sure to cover the searing hot skin, but kept trailing down my chest and making me hitch up against him.
"I should really thank you, this was such a good idea." Marik purred as he dipped the ice below my navel.
I squirmed, wanting to grab him and- and then I realized I could grab him, so grabbed his thighs and squeezed his legs as he chuckled and grabbed a fresh ice cube. The cold against my hot shoulders made me moan.
"Marik." I curled against his chest, working my fingers up his sides, groping and grabbing everything I could get my hands on as he cupped the ice in his hands and pressed it against my skin. It melted against the burn, rolling fat drops down my body.
A heal spell couldn't feel half as good as the ice against my flaming skin, and Marik's weight against my lap sent stronger, deeper shivers coursing through my nerves. I bucked on instinct, but Marik pressed a single finger on the center of my chest to stop me.
"Remember your rules, Ryou. Not cocks and no mouths, and I can feel you pressing against me when you buck up."
"Marik," I whimpered, clutching at his hips, wordlessly begging him to forget the rules.
"You can always drop out of the game."
"It's only the second round. I can't." With another soft whimper I eased back, hissing in pleasure as Marik went back to my nipples with the ice.
"What a shame. Well, I guess I have no choice…" He slipped the ice between the gap of our crotches, freezing my inner thighs.
I cried out, hitching again, and moaning, and digging my fingers into his hips. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as he drew closer and closer to my cock. I couldn't last. I was going to have to give in-
A tap on the glass- our seven minutes were up. I'd been saved.