(05) A Bath For Beginners
Simon stood up. He looked around at his surroundings. Being out in the open made him feel uncomfortable. He needed a place to stay, and he knew for sure that Roger wouldn't let him in for only God knows. He took one last look at the beautiful home they once shared.
Those were the happy days. The days when there was nothing and no one between them. The days when the sun shined bright. The days before the rain clouds came; when darkness took a hold on him. He sniffled at the thought of it. Just as he turned to leave the door swung open. Simon focused on Roger, who held a suitcase. He tossed it out and said, "Have fun with your biatch! I've got the place to myself now!"
Simon managed to hold back the tears. He spoke up. "Roger you don't understand! What you're assuming never took place at all!"
Roger crossed his arms and curled his left leg around the right. He leaned against the door. "So you think I'm just gonna let it slide?" he asked. "I always suspected something all along..."
"L-li-like w-wh-what?" Simon asked between sobs.
"That Jack raped you," he finished. "And instead of mentioning it, you hide it."
"Y-you don't...understand," Simon told him. The tears won their match, and he could no longer hold them back.
"That's too bad Simon," Roger said. "It's either you're in... or you're out."
"But Roger-"
"No 'buts'!" he snapped. "Who's it gonna be Simon? Me or Jack?"
"He'd kill me if I told!" Simon cried. Roger stood there, shook his head and went back inside. Simon ran after him. He didn't want to be out of Roger's life, but Roger didn't want him anymore.
"Roger, please!" Simon begged, gripping his arm. "You've got to let me in! I can't be left out here by myself!"
SLAP!
Shocked, Simon took a step back and held his right cheek. He can't believe his lover would literally hit him. From the start he promised he never would.
Roger had no feeling. His face showed no emotion. All he did was just glare at him with a glint in his eye.
"Run," he said sullenly. "Run before I strangle you!"
Out of fear, Simon dashed off with the suitcase in his hand. He was already a half mile down the road when a car drove by and nearly hit him.
'Whoa!' Simon thought. 'Who was that?'
He kept staring at the vehicle, trying to depict who the driver is. The car didn't move again, but its engine continued to grumble with the lights on. He stepped forward to see the passenger's window go down. There was Jack.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked. A tear strolled down Simon's cheek.
"Roger kicked me out," he replied lowly. "I don't know what I'm gonna do now."
"Then come to my house," Jack said. "You could spend your time there."
Simon quickly shook his head. "I can't. Ralph will be back in two days."
"Where would you go then?" Jack inquired.
Simon couldn't think. He wanted to go someplace where he knows he wouldn't be caught off-guard. Going to Jack's house would be a sad mistake. Then again, once wouldn't hurt... at least he can be sheltered from the pouring rain.
"Fine. I'll go to your place, just for tonight. I need someplace to stay anyway."
Jack bit his bottom lip from smiling. He unlocked the door and let Simon in. He took his suitcase and tossed it in the back seat before driving off.
"Um... out of curiosity," Simon began. "Why didn't you go home?"
"I checked out a movie at the video store," he replied. "Then I came back around here when I saw you."
The rest of the ride was silent. All that was heard was the pouring rain.
x-x-x
As soon as they've reached, Jack carried Simon's things inside. He set them on the floor in the guestroom. He went upstairs to the bathroom while Simon was in the shower. It took him thirty seconds before opening the door.
Startled, Simon jumped and tried to conceal his nakedness. He pulled the shower curtain closed in a rush.
"What's wrong, hun?" Jack asked. "You wouldn't be that shy, would you?"
"You didn't knock first," Simon said.
"Sorry," he replied. Jack divested his clothing and snuck in the tub behind Simon, who was crying in his hands. He wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled in his neck. His left hand travelled lower, nearly touching his hardening dick. "Tell me what's wrong," Jack said.
Simon spun around to see Jack in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. His lips twitched as he got lost in Jack's eyes. His body in front of him was wet. Glistening. Soothing. Tempting. Just standing there in the shower with him shot his resistance level down.
He pulled himself closer, rubbing Jack's butt as an invitation. He never kept his eyes off his when he slipped his middle finger inside Jack. He started to move slow at first, then as time progressed he quickened the pace.
Jack groaned. He squeezed Simon's waist as he wrapped his leg around it and leaned against the tile wall. He started to scream very loudly. His breathing became ragged and his eyes were glazed with pleasure. Then at the wrong moment Simon pulled it out.
"I can't go on," he said. "I'm moving a bit too fast." Simon backed away and lathered his own body with citrus-scented body wash. He didn't realize when Jack's hands were on him again, caressing and massaging his chest and abdomen up and down. They focused on his back, but Simon quickly turned to face him. Their lips met and they both fell to the floor.
Jack's back laid against the surface with Simon on top of him. His kisses were getting more deeper now. He rubbed Simon's inner thigh while tonguing his earlobe. He pushed Simon up when he saw the tears form.
"I miss Roger," Simon sniffled.
"Why so soon?" Jack asked.
"Because he always gave me baths, like what you're doing now."
"What about it?" he asked.
"It was always special," Simon replied. "Since you're here, I want you to make this special too."
"Okay. But how? I've never done this before."
Simon gave him a weak smile. "I'll teach you. Just cooperate with me."
Alright," Jack smirked.
Simon sat up and turned the shower off. He came back down and grabbed his bottle of citrus-scented body wash. He poured a handful on Jack's chest. He put it aside and slowly rubbed his chest, normally at first.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"So good," Jack said. "I like it."
Now it was time for square two. Simon let his hands travel more lower than before, sending nerve impulses up to Jack's brain. They were tickling his thighs, crawled their way down his legs and massaged his feet. At this point, he placed one of his toes in his mouth. He sucked it very gently before reaching for his belly. By the time he finished his little game, he stuck his index finger in Jack's belly button and twirled it.
Jack gasped at the feeling of it being there. No one has ever gotten into it before.
"What do you think of it now?" Simon asked seductively.
"Mmm... Go on baby," Jack moaned.
At this point Simon slid himself against Jack, causing him to moan again. He placed a soft kiss on his lips before leaning against his body. He rubbed his left hand on his chest before poking his nipple.
"Simon, please stop."
"Why?"
"Just don't do that, okay?"
"Sorry hun'." His hand travelled back down again, making its way to Jack's hardening dick. He took his time stroking it before leaning back. Jack whimpered.
"What are you doing?" Simon placed his index finger on his lips.
"Don't say nothing." He grinded against him very slowly, like there was no tomorrow. Their bodies moved in unison, leaving them in a world of their own.
Simon leaned in and nibbled his earlobe. He caught Jack in a tight squeeze. He nuzzled his neck while Jack's voice grew louder although his mouth was shut.
Jack was becoming impatient. He wanted to come very soon. He grabbed Simon's butt and pinched it hard, causing him to yelp.
"What's wrong?" Simon asked in his ear.
"I wanna take over," Jack moaned. "You're wasting my time."
"Relax." Simon slid down on Jack and kissed his dick. He blew on it softly and pressed the tip of his tongue against its head. He gradually licked it, sending it in his mouth and savoured it.
Jack was crying and screaming inside. He loved what he was feeling all over. It was only now he understood what Simon's baths were all about. He groaned loudly as Simon went faster and faster. By the time he came in Simon's mouth, he fell over as it washed over him.
Simon sat up and spat it out. He looked at Jack who was still glazed.
"So how was level three for you?" he asked earnestly.
"It was tantalizingly slow," Jack replied. "But I really enjoyed it. We should do this again."
Simon got up. "It's only a one time thing," he said. "Now come on, let me wash you up." Jack got up and turned the water on. The shower was beating on his back.
They spent the rest of the night, hugged up and kissing each other passionately.
x-x-x
The next day Simon went straight to Katie's house. She was a cousin of his, who worked two jobs each day to make ends meet. He had to tell Jack that he couldn't stay there the whole time. It wasn't because of Ralph's return though; he doesn't want to make it look evident to anyone else that they're seeing each other in secret. For the rest of the time, he stayed at Katie's house until he found a place of his own. This was bound to be a new beginning for him.