Made for Each Other
Co-written with: A'Phrionnsa Fala

Story Notes: Forgive me for the shortness, but the next part is a whole piece by itself, the meal afterwards. And an apology for taking so long in putting this up. Life happens!

Chapter Four

Bathroom Part 2

Wilt tensed up in anticipation at the first initial touch, emitting that same high-pitched sound, like a breathy squeal as Ed began to the work the soap over his foot. "He he he h'Edua-ha ha!" he let out a sharp yelp of a laugh and wiggled against the wall of the tub for a moment. Eduardo, however, must have noticed that he was tickling the living daylights out of Wilt for the soap changed speeds and a little more pressure was added, so that the round of the bar was pressing into Wilt's foot, sliding over it... so nicely... he felt that same pleasureable sensation bloom in his foot and crawl up his leg. Mmmm-ing contentedly, he leaned back against the wall of the bath, letting his eye fall closed. Eduardo smiled, rather proud of himself. He knew his way around washing properly, given how he used to spend so many hours on himself when he was young. Course that was wasted the moment he'd join the little girl on the farm and got mud all over himself. He giggled a bit at that memory, one of the rare moments he could think of his past without feeling too upset over it. "You like?" he asked, watching Wilt almost melt into the water.

"Nooooo I haaate it..." Wilt droned, all but sinking under the bubbles. Rarely was he moved to sarcasm, but he'd spent so much time safe-guarding his feet that he never imagined it could feel this GOOD. He was sliding further down the wall of the bath, letting the currents of ecstasy slither up his limbs, pretty close to purring, himself. By, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so overcome with sensation. Pushed himself back up the wall and tilted his head back over the rim of the tub, letting his mouth fall open. A long sigh escaped him, which lapsed into a "Mmmmm." He got a laugh from Eduardo, watching him react so... strangely. It made him feel especially warm inside, and realised he'd finished work on this foot. He lowered it back into the water but not before running his hoofed hand over it one last time and moved onto the next one. The same pressure was applied to this foot, same as the other one. Eduardo ended up learning back a bit himself, Wilt's legs were certainly long enough he could do this without having to pull the leg so he could reach. His humming continued, now seeming to be an actual song in the back of his mind but still not giving it words yet.

At this point, Wilt was, one could say, completely and utterly 'gone'. If one could get drunk off of pleasure, Wilt was, to put it nicely, 'abysmally shit-faced'. He simply lay back, all will to move having vanished and internally revelling in this new discovery of paradisical sensation... however, he heard a faint strain of music in the corner of his mind and realised, very belated, that Eduardo was humming. Lifting his head oh so slightly so that he could look at the other friend, he asked. "What're you humming?"

"Nessun dorma." Eduardo replied, not skipping a beat. He knew a lot of classical music, both Spanish and Italian - he had grown up in a music loving family after all. Course, in America he really didn't know where to find decent music. The radio was strange, spurting songs he barely understood. He longed for the classics, sad love balads about princesses, lost loves - everything. "Is song about a prince, who love this princess. She no know his name, so he sing to her." he explained, moving the soap between his toes now.

"Hmmm." Wilt leaned back again. "That's beautiful." he commented, both of the subject of Eduardo's song and of the work that was being done on his toes. "Do they have any songs in Ecuador about a handsome prince getting lost in the streets of a strange land, then meeting a one-eyed apprentice and two of them going off to start a new life together?"

Eduardo actually paused cleaning to think quickly through his knowledge of classical music. He knew some about apprentices, but never one eyed ones... he thought harder for a while longer. "...none I know." he concluded, "Sorry." he apologised, "I know others!" he offered.

Wilt just chuckled to himself at the cheesey, off-handedly reference he'd made, still limp and brimming with bliss as Eduardo worked his foot. He found that he loved Ed's humming as much as the purring. Both had the same, comforting rumble and cadence to them. "Hum whatever you like. Whichever song you like best." Wilt said, indulging in a delicious shiver. "You really have no idea how good this feels."

"Too bad my singing stinks." Eduardo replied casually, "Or I sing." he knew he wasn't a great singer, he could hear himself when he showered after all. He remembered the time that window shattered, he'd blamed some kid playing baseball outside and had gotten away with it only once. Finally content with Wilt's feet, he set that one back down into the water too. "Finito!"

Wilt sighed, no little bit dissappointed to have Eduardo's hooves leave his feet, but he knew that he couldn't very well ask for more than his share. Besides, the bath water was starting to grow cold and they'd want to be getting out soon. "Thanks, Ed. That was... awesome." he sat up and leaned in to give the other friend a quick peck of thanks. "I rather enjoyed your humming! Gave it atmosphere and stuff." he grinned lamely. Ed giggled, blushing faintly.

"Oh, no lie. That no nice." he waved his hoof at him in a 'tut tut' way.

Wilt gave him a long look. "Lie? Me? Never!"

"...so you like my humming?" Eduardo tilted his head a bit.

"Didn't I just say I did?" Wilt said, smiling and patting Eduardo on the shoulder. He smiled boardly, before leaning forward and kissing Wilt gently on the lower lip.

Eduardo held the kiss for a while before sitting back. "I know, I know."

Wilt just grinned beatifically, feeling overcome by the proverbial warm-fuzzies... which clashed fantastically with the steadily cooling water. "Um, listen Ed, we should probably get out now. I've lost track of the time and I don't have any idea how long we've got till Frankie and the other's get back."

Eduardo made a disgruntled noise, but he knew that to be true. He glanced at the bath water, which was now very much bubble-less. He suddenly felt very self concious of himself, and he put one hand to the area between his legs as he stood up - his face turning a deep shade of red. "Uh.. e-heh.. un segundo." he mumbled as he got out of the water, still managing to keep that one hand firmly planted to his lap area. Dunno how he managed that without falling over. He grabbed the closest towel and wrapped it around him, with his back to Wilt first. Once it was secured he turned around. "Sorry about that."

"Oh, I... Sorry!" Wilt fumbled with the words, blushing furiously and also rising from the water. He selected a towel for himself and grinned at Eduardo, clearing his throat. "Well, that was a really good idea, Ed. It was fun. And thanks for letting me join in."

"No problema." Eduardo replied, making sure the towel he had wrapped around himself was properly secured before he even attempted to move. The knot was done, and he nodded to himself. He walked past Wilt and opened another cupboard, and spotted a hair dryer. Normally when he washed, he let his fur dry naturally. Course it took a while to do so, given how the mass of fur covered majority of his body. He pulled it out and squealed a bit, it was pink! "Ooh look Wilt, hair dryer!" he declared.

Wilt smiled, "Right, I think there's a nice big mirror and chair in the drawing room. It's right next door." he then went to the full-length mirror at the opposite and pulled it open to reveal a doorway and a whole new room on the other side of the wall. "Right this way!" he lead the way into the room, which was smaller than the bathroom, but at least twice as lavish.

An enormous, lighted mirror hung above a spacious countertop with all sorts of little drawers for cosmetics and a towering shelf off to the other side of the room held all matters of hair brushes, oils, combs, curlers and anything to suit even the most discerning of hollywood actors/actresses. Seeing this room got another stunned reaction from Eduardo. Wow, this was pretty lavish beyond even his comprehension. He cradled the hair dryer like it was a new born baby as he looked around at the bright lights, the mirror and at anything that caught his eyes. Which was everything. "Oh mi dios." he breathed out. "This is muchos swank!" another new word he'd picked up from Bloo. Luckily one of the cleaner ones.

Laughing at Eduardo's little venture into the wonderful world of slang, Wilt headed over to the cushioned chair that waited before the counter. He indicated the chair with a grand, sweeping gesture. "Have a seat!"

Eduardo observed the seat, narrowing a eye a bit. "...will it hold me?" Eduardo was a big guy, after all. The chair looked like it could very well buckle under his weight. Or even the weight of his shadow.

Wilt shrugged, "If you'd rather you can sit on the floor, I guess." he retrieved a brush from the shelves. "Since I've only got one hand, you dry and I'll brush, is that okay?"

"Sí sí!" last thing Eduardo wanted to do was break Duchess' chair, then he'd be in deep... doo doo. He plugged the hair dryer into the closest socket and sat down on the floor. Cold shot up his back, given he was pantless and the towel only covered so much - and sitting on cold tiles without underwear, even with fur, left him a little surprised. "Aye! Frío!" he declared, before sitting up a bit to reposition the back part of the towel so it'd sheild his rear from the cold tiles. Wilt chuckled a bit, then knelt behind him and began to brush through the still-wet fur. Like he had done with the shampoo, he used a long sweeping stroke, then a series of little flicks to help "fluff" it out. He only hoped he didn't run into any tangles. Ed fumbled with the hair dryer, his large hoofs a little too big to manage the tiny buttons. But he finally managed to turn it on and a hot rush of air greeted his face. He moved it to his other arm, lifting it and began drying his under arm fur first.

Once again there was his humming again as he did, this time another tune different from the one he'd used in the bath. You'd swear he had a little hum for anything he did, a hum for when he got up, a hum for eating breakfast - each was different from the last. Wilt listened to Eduardo's latest musical ventures and it took a great of control not to move the brush in time with them… he tried to make it an enjoyable experience, hoping to repay Ed for that simply brilliant manoeuvre on his feet. By, but that had been near undescribably good. Halting in his brushing, he reached over for a can of spray-on detangler. Just in case. He let fly just a little bit and was pleased to find that it smelled vaguely floral. "Oh that smell nice." Eduardo paused his humming, talking above the noise of the hair dryer.

Having finished his back, Wilt moved round to the front just as before. As he fluffed at Eduardo's arms and chest with the brush, he gave the other friend a shy little smile. "Now I do kind of wish I had two hands. I'd be able to do a much better job" he laughed a bit, finishing up and sitting back to admire his work "Done!" he announced, giving the top of Ed's head a quick flick with the brush and laughing to see just how utterly flufftacular the big friend had become.

Eduardo giggled a bit before pulling himself to his feet. He blinked at his reflection - wow, he looked... very fluffy. Very VERY fluffy. He raised his hands into the air. "Fantástico! Gracias Wilt!" he turned to Wilt and grabbed his shoulders pulling him down and landed a kiss both of his cheeks in the usual 'thanks so much' way of his.

Wilt let out a short, breathy sound of accomplishment and laughter as he was reeled in to recieving kisses from the bigger friend. "Y-you're welcome!" he said, still a little dazed. He loved Eduardo's kisses, but they always seemed to take him by surprise. Once he came back to himself, he gave Eduardo a ruffle between the horns. "Well, now that we're both squeaky clean, we'd best be getting our clothes back on and make sure we get everything done in time for the others to get back, okay?"

"Sí, sí... good thinking." Eduardo blushed a bit, smiling. He just realised Wilt was still naked, and it just made him a little bit... silly. Almost. He wondered what it was like, being able to actually walk around without clothes on and not be bothered by it. Oh sure, he could... sure he might give a heart attack to every female in Fosters and Mr. Herriman, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Shortly the two had cleaned up the bathroom, Eduardo was busy pulling all his loose furs from the bottom ring of the tub. He didn't want to leave any signs of the bath, if Duchess even found one single purple hair the mess would hit the fan. "I not know I loose so much fur." he said, gaping at the ball of fur he'd retrieved. Was he shedding? No, he didn't shed. Must have just been loose hair.

Having pulled on his shoes, socks and wristband, Wilt noticed Eduardo picking hairs out of the tub and came over to help. "Here, let me give you a hand with that." he then lifted the little cover off of the drain, removed his wristband again, then stuck his entire arm down the drain. His arm came back up, an enormous ball of soggy, purple fur in his hand. "Wow, that's really impressive!" he commented with a laugh, "It really is a good job I'm not allergic to you!"

"Oh, sí sí... I know..." Eduardo said, taking the ball of soggy fur from Wilt. "Not letting to be near you, I'd moriría!" he declared as he crumped the fur into a tightly packed ball. It almost looked like one of the Imaginary Friends living in Fosters, the little guy with the hat. He set it on the counter before moving away to where his shorts, boots and belt was. He moved his boots and held up his cutoff trousers, dusting them off a bit. "Tsk..." he went, getting some smudged stain off them.

"Oh, right! Sorry!" Wilt kept forgetting. He was so used to walking round all but naked that he had to be reminded that others might have something he didn't. He swiftly turned round to let Ed change. Quickly Ed dropped the towel and pulled his trousers on. Ah, that felt better.

"Is okay, you can turn back." he told Wilt as he sat on the floor and began pulling on his boots and lacing them up. Wilt gave a nervous little laugh as he turned back round. He saw Eduardo tugging on his boots and smiled, amusing himself with the sight of the frayed edges of the cutoff trousers. He then grabed up the wad of fur, balled it up in his hand and tossed it into the bin across the room. "Woo! Wilt win pennant!" Eduardo raised his arms in a one-friend mexican wave. It failed, of course. He then pulled his other boot on, lacing it quickly and stood. Picking up his belt, he began looping it through it's hoops.

"Well, if we're done here, we'd best get downstairs" Wilt commented almost sadly. "Too bad. I could stand to have another go at this sometime." he grinned, running his fingers down the other friend's left shoulder.

Eduardo smiled, leaning into the gentle touch. "Sí... another time." the two left the room, and he glanced at one of the many grandfather clocks that took up residence in the house. He was surprised - they'd been in there for three hours! It was almost four o'clock now, and Mr. Herriman said that they'd be home around five thirty. Plus he'd told them to help themselves to something to eat for dinner, since no doubt the group would eat something down at the beach and be too full for something else. "What is it you want for dinner, Wilt?" he asked as the two began heading back downstairs. Wilt shrugged.

"Nothing fancy. I'd be happy with just some frozen pizza. I'm not much of a cook, but you can fix whatever you want." he offered yet another one of his frequent smiles and gave Eduardo yet another friendly nudge.

A grin spread across Eduardo's face. Let's see, it was quarter to four... bus load back by five thirty... he counted on his hooves, trying to work out just how much time he had. An hour and forty five minutes, at least that's what he got. "Muy bueno!" he chirped, suddenly putting his hoofs to the lower part of Wilt's back. "Wilt, you go watch TV, I fix dinner!"

Wilt was started a bit at the sudden touch, but grinned. "Wh-what? Ed, are you sure? I can just throw something in the microwave…"

"No no, I fix, I fix! Shoo!" he made the 'shooing' motions mothers made at Wilt, copying what Mama used to do to get him out of the kitchen.

Wilt felt a hysterical and most unbecoming little giggle bubbling out of him as he realised just where Ed's hooves were and he dizzily answered. "Iiii ah, oh. O-okay!" once Eduardo had succeeeded in banishing him to the sitting room, he fell back onto the couch and just burst out laughing.

Eduardo all but speed into the kitchen like... well, a bull at a matador. He had to work fast, and he knew what he wanted was in the fridge from the night earlier. Closing the kitchen door, he quickly got to work. It wasn't twendy minutes later until you could smell one lovely smell wafting from the kitchen throughout the house. This was the first time Ed had actually cooked at Foster's, Frankie did such a wonderful job all the time. But back in Ecuador when Carmencita's parents were visiting family late, he'd make her something quick and simple. Oh he did look a sight, there was that pink apron again.

Not quite sure what to do with himself, Wilt clicked on the television for lack of anything better to do. After flipping through a few channels, he finally settled for The Weakest Link. The sudden death round was always entertaining enough and he happened to think that Anne Robinson looked strangely fetching in a trouser suit... not that he'd ever admit that if his life depended on it. He sat back, content to watch at least until Eduardo was done with whatever he was cooking up for tonight.

To be continued