Chapter 5 – The Outdoor Showers

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It took a moment for Jay to put the pieces together with Carlos' embarrassment, and all at once, he felt terrible for the guy.

"Aw, shit," he said, moving to follow after him.

"Is everything okay?" Chad asked, Jane looking worried from her perch on his shoulders.

"It um- will be," Jay settled on. "Carlos has this big thing about being clean because of Cruella. I think a bug crawled into his suit or something."

Mal was frowning. "Maybe I should-"

"I've got it," Jay said, because she'd given him a job and he was going to do it, he was going to prove he wasn't useless, even if he was just helping Carlos with his compulsions. He was still a contributing member of this crew. He could still help. "He'll be embarrassed enough as it is."

He waved for the others to resume their game and followed the path of Carlos' wet footprints into the outdoor showers. Chad's place was fancy enough that there were several showers throughout the building on winding paths, all organically cordoned off with walls of stone that seemed to make up the entire space. It was woven in through the greenery to give it a more natural feel, and though Jay didn't hear any water running, he was sure Carlos would be as deep in the building as possible, likely trying to gather himself.

Jay's heart started to pound a bit faster as he navigated his way through the area, taking a final turn to locate what had to be the last stall. Carlos was leaning his side against the wall, his hands curled into his hair and his posture slightly hunched over as he stared at his swim trunks.

Oh, it was one of those days then.

Despite Cruella's insanity and the overall dilapidated state of the Isle, one of the tasks she found vital was for Carlos to maintain was a certain cleanliness around Hell Hall. Because of this, there were times when Carlos couldn't stand the idea of a mess, especially if he'd already been clean, so the idea of actually dealing with a bug was something he was likely struggling with.

"It's okay," Jay said by way of greeting, making Carlos startle out of his hunched over position and look at him with wide, panicked eyes. "I've got you, Carlos – just tell me where it is."

"What?" Carlos said as Jay pulled up beside him, steadying a careful arm around Carlos' waist to keep him upright.

"The bug," Jay said, his cheeks feeling hot as he stared at Carlos' swim trunks. Ah hell, it really was in there, wasn't it? "Where is it?"

"I…" Carlos flushed dark, his hands twitching nervously in front of him, his weight shifting uneasily as he looked anywhere but Jay. "It's, um- it's- I-"

"It's okay," Jay soothed, taking in a slow breath as he prepared to do what he probably shouldn't, but Carlos was panicking right now and Jay was supposed to take care of him, so obviously this was all in the name of duty. "I've got you."

"Jay," Carlos gasped when the Agraben's fingers hooked into the front of his swim trunks, his body going terribly rigid when Jay pulled the suit away from his body.

It was fucking ludicrous, and Jay tried not to stare too much, had considered not looking at all but drawing this out would only make things more embarrassing for Carlos. The young De Ville deserved a quick, efficient solution to his problem so Jay just bullied through it, forcing himself to view Carlos' length in a detached way and not focusing on how cute and flushed it was because that privilege belonged to Mal and not him.

He moved fast, sort of wrapping around Carlos' back as he held out the suit in one hand and searched with the other, which required him to maneuver Carlos some but it was for a good reason, not just shits and giggles and Jay being gross like his dad. He was being a bro.

Carlos gasped the moment Jay's fingers curled around his length, and Jay tried to ignore that the same way he had to ignore the fact that Carlos had inadvertently gotten worked up from playing chicken, likely because of adrenaline and all the girls in their swimsuits and yeah, Jay could understand why that would be distracting, but now he was maneuvering semi-aroused Carlos around his swim trunks as he tried to search for the damn bug.

"Am I close?" Jay asked, slinking low to feel out Carlos' sack, which was warm and apparently sensitive because that made him gasp too. "I don't feel anything."

Besides Carlos, of course, but Jay needed to focus.

He tried to feel up every part of the young De Ville, searching for the stupid bug so Carlos could finally relax.

"You got it!" Carlos said suddenly, flinching in Jay's arms when the Agraben was combing a lazy hand through his black and white pubic hair.

"Oh." Jay paused, and he must have inadvertently shaken it out or something which was a relief, because Jay would have had to start looking up the back of his suit next and that was a torture he likely couldn't mind-over-matter his way through. "Okay, are you-"

The sentence was going to end with the word 'good', not that Jay got there before footsteps were upon them, a sound he caught too late, and both he and Carlos turned in time to see Chad pull to an abrupt stop, a bottle clutched in his hands.

Jay froze, Carlos froze, they all just sort of froze, Jay's hand still very much down the front of Carlos' swim trunks.

"Okay, so I know this doesn't look good," Jay admitted, making Carlos twitch. "But I promise-"

"Hey, I get it," Chad said, making them pause. "I don't like being dirty either, that's why I brought this." He set the bottle down on a nearby shelf before dusting his hands off awkwardly on his swim trunks. "I thought maybe he'd like some bodywash or something."

"That's… thanks," Jay said, because that was actually really sweet, and Jay wasn't surprised because Evie frequently said Chad was sweet, but it was hard to come to terms with that. "And um- if you could not tell the others about this…"

"It's none of their business," Chad said, a light flush dusting his cheeks. "So my lips are sealed. Um- sorry about the bug."

"Not your fault," Jay said, slowly taking his hand out of Carlos' swim trunks, like that would make the situation less embarrassing. "Could you tell them we'll be back shortly?"

"Take all the time you need," Chad said, sliding into one of his charming grins. He offered them a quick wave and was gone, leaving Jay and Carlos awkwardly huddled together.

"So," Jay said when it seemed like Carlos was still a bit startled. "Do you want me to stand guard or do you want me to help get you clean?"

He didn't know if Carlos was settled yet or if he was still out of it, still reliving the feel of bugs scurrying across his skin.

Carlos twitched. "You'd… you'd help?"

"Sure," Jay said casually, like his heart wasn't pounding in his chest. "Of course. Is that what you'd like?"

Carlos paused, which was enough of a confirmation in itself. He wasn't good at asking for things because Cruella made him think he wasn't worth it, so Jay gave his side a careful squeeze and reached forward to turn on the shower, the nozzle one of those rain shower heads that dripped water down directly from above. He waited for the water to get warm and then moved Chad's bodywash closer, setting it on a nearby shelf before he guided Carlos towards the water.

"This okay?" he asked, and Carlos gave him a tentative nod, still nervous and mostly out of it.

Jay had to keep this clinical. Professional. Mal was trusting him.

His throat felt thick when he started tugging Carlos' swim trunks down, Carlos gasping when the warm water hit bare skin. Jay tried to move carefully, bundling them down his thighs before deciding to push them lower, letting them fall to Carlos' ankles so he wouldn't feel constrained. Carlos shivered as Jay guided him out of the bundle of wet clothing, Jay nudging the trunks to the side as he tried to ignore the fact that Carlos was definitely half-naked in front of him. Even in his swim shirt, that was still very alluring.

Jay tried to distract himself by squirting a generous handful of bodywash into his hand, lathering it up carefully before moving to clean Carlos' thighs, deciding to work his way up to delicate territory.

"It's gonna be okay," Jay soothed as a way to distract himself. "The bug's gone and we probably won't have to play chicken after this, so that's good."

The contact he'd had against Carlos' inner thighs had been brief before, but now it was deliberate. Slow circles worked against every inch so Carlos could feel clean again. Jay wondered how many times Mal did this, how many times she parted Carlos legs to um- satiate her hunger.

Man, he really hated himself sometimes.

He brushed near Carlos' sack and the young De Ville inhaled sharply, making Jay redirect so he could scrub the back of Carlos' thighs, work his way higher that way.

"Sorry," Jay murmured, his face feeling hot. "Sorry, this will be done soon, I promise."

Man, he wished Evie could be doing this. Or Mal. Anyone but him at this point, because all he was doing was cleaning Carlos off, being trusted to clean Carlos, and that was enough to allow dangerous swells of heat to build in his groin.

He just- really hated it. Hated himself.

When he could stall no more, when he'd cleaned Carlos' hips and his pelvis and the back of his damn knees, Jay took the plunge and cradled Carlos' testicles in his hand, lathering them up nice and good.

Immediately, Carlos gasped, his back arching into Jay, his head falling against his shoulder while Jay made a dedicated effort to clean every part of his sack.

"Sorry," he murmured. "Just-"

"Jay," Carlos moaned, sounding horribly embarrassed because he was aroused, of course he was, Jay was fondling him, that was a reasonable response. But he was hard and getting harder, twitching to life because of Jay's inadvertent teasing.

"It'll be done soon," Jay repeated, doing one last feel-over before he let his hand finally curl around Carlos' length.

"Jay!" Carlos croaked, spasming against him, and Jay was grateful for the pouring water, could only hope that and the distance would be enough to drown out Carlos' shout.

It wasn't his fault, for having a natural bodily response. Jay was essentially jerking him off, but he had to get Carlos clean, had to address every inch of skin the same way Carlos would, and that involved him being stupidly thorough, involved him oh-so carefully tracing the flushed head of his length with his finger until he could really lather it well.

"H-Hot," Carlos whimpered, his length twitching in Jay's hand. "It's so h-hot, Jay, I-"

"That's natural," Jay urged, finally releasing Carlos so the water could wash the soap away, turning his attention to Carlos' rear. "Almost done."

"Jay," Carlos whined, something that shifted into a desperate pitch when Jay essentially started groping his rear, but he was just trying to be efficient. This was the fastest way, which unfortunately gifted him with knowledge for which he'd been desperate for far too long.

"We're in the home stretch," Jay said, getting some more shower gel before he parted Carlos' cheeks, the young De Ville going tense as Jay um- cleaned between them, and ah man, Mal was going to kill him but he was just doing his job and-

"Ah," Carlos moaned when Jay swiped against that puckered ring of muscle and Jay- he'd been really good so far, he'd been super well behaved, but he-

Look, he just wanted to make sure Carlos was clean, alright, so he lathered up the soap and made another couple swipes, trying to work it into Carlos, who kept twitching against him, his hips seeming to move backwards into the contact, like he thought he was still dirty too. So Jay tried to cue off him, tried to follow his responses, and maybe he'd gotten a little too much gel because between one shift and the next Jay found one of his fingers sliding effortlessly into Carlos, which was terrifying for one pointed moment before the other teen let out a desperate whine.

"Jay," Carlos whimpered, looking desperately over his shoulder. "Please."

"Um…" Jay's heart was thrashing in his chest, working his finger deeper in steady shifts. "Do you um- want me to clean this too?"

"Please," Carlos simply repeated, and with a request like that, how could Jay deny him?

He tried to stay efficient, kept the entirety of his focus on Carlos's cleanliness, which required him to entirely feel the other teen out, working deeper, scraping against new territory-

He knew the moment he'd hit that special spot (the one he dreamed about) when Carlos flailed, his length bobbing against his stomach, and Jay did his damnedest to find the spot again, all while cleaning, until he was working his finger in and out of Carlos in a steady pace.

"There, there, there," Carlos panted, and Jay tried to steady him because he felt so shaky. "Jay-"

"I've got you," Jay said, and he might have already cleaned Carlos' front, but hell, he'd already sort of crossed a line today, so he reached around and gave the guy a firm pump, and that-

Was enough to make Carlos fall apart, his body tensing around Jay's finger while he came in messy spurts. He fell back against Jay, crooning when the Agraben pumped him through it, shaking and shuddering and looking so very pretty that it was no wonder Mal had claimed him at all.

"Jay," Carlos whimpered while Jay slowly worked his finger back out of him, slowing down the rate of his pumps until he was simply angling Carlos into the water to get washed clean. "Jay…"

"It's all good," Jay said, his heart pounding in his throat as he watched Carlos's release get rinsed down the drain. "You're clean and relaxed and that's all that matters."

Carlos didn't say anything when Jay crouched to pick up his swimsuit, squeezing some body wash into the netting and lathering it up to clean it under the spray. It was the best he could do given the current conditions, though he honestly wasn't sure if Carlos would be up for wearing it right now.

"Do you feel comfortable putting this back on?" Jay asked while Carlos waited anxiously, his hands curling into the bottom of his swim shirt and stretching it low to cover his groin. "I can go get you a towel if you want to call it a day, or just go get Mal so she can enchant these clean."

"Um." Carlos' cheeks seemed to be tinged in a permanent blush, reminding Jay about the damn sunscreen.

"You know what, I'll just go get Mal," Jay declared, deciding he was done with this situation. He really needed to defer it to his boss, and he could only hope they were done playing chicken. "She'll do some quick enchantments and bam, you'll be good."

With that decided, Jay reached up and hung the swim trunks over a high ledge to dry out, knowing Carlos wouldn't want to touch them anytime soon due to the bug. Jay would offer to trade swimsuits if he wasn't so sure that Carlos would be just as grossed out about stuff that touched Jay's privates as he was bugs, so that was pretty much a no go.

"It'll take like, two minutes tops," he said while Carlos just sort of blinked at him, his gaze shifting between the swimsuit and Jay. "So don't sweat it, okay? Okay." Jay didn't know who he was trying to convince at this point. "I'll um- just be- Mal will be here soon."

With that, he offered Carlos a quick wave and immediately left, willing away his own mounting arousal. He loathed leaving Carlos in such a vulnerable position, but he was in privacy and more than that, it was Auradon. Jay would just go out, get Mal, and all would be fine.

And if she punished him for this later, well- yeah, he definitely deserved it. She'd get no arguments here.

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Evie was having a bit of a dilemma. It was entirely of her own making so she couldn't despair in it too much, though that didn't stop her from cursing her earlier flightiness in thinking that any of this was a good idea.

She should have put a stop to things when Jane hadn't escaped the call of chicken, Chad unaware of Evie's need for the Light Fae, but she'd thought – she didn't know, that they'd switch games quickly the way they had before. She'd thought a few more minutes couldn't hurt, only they could, because the autocleaners only needed a few more minutes to recalibrate their cleaning programs to do a better job of getting things done.

That was what found Evie pinned in place, the machines clamping her legs into position to allow them the best access to her groin, which at first had been wonderful, allowing for better angles and more substantial progress, but as time went on and they got no closer to cleaning the 'dirty' thing, they became more determined to do their jobs, pinning Evie more firmly against the tub while spinning brushes teased her mercilessly.

It was enough to leave her entirely distracted from whatever was happening in the pool, the princess doing her best to maintain a disposition of relaxed dignity while she casually stretched over towards the cleaning controls and tried to turn the damn things off. It was just out of her reach, though, and she felt like she was going mad, one release from Lonnie soon building its way up to a second as the cleaners continued to vary and alternate their spins in an effort to achieve different results.

She just- she needed to-

An errant twinge against her clit had her finger flailing against the cleaning control, flicking something with a jolt, and Evie was so lost to the new territories being explored by the brushes that she hadn't realized exactly what she'd done until she felt a new set of brushes press low against her abdomen, spinning determined circles that slowly worked their way higher.

Her swim top, Lonnie had said, if it got caught-

"I decided you had the right idea," a new voice drawled, and Evie looked up in time to see none other than the last person she could have hoped for, Audrey, descending the stairs with a bored look. "Chad had to run off and play host so I tagged out with Jane," Audrey continued while the brushes worked their way up Evie's abdomen. "I think removing myself from a competitive situation with Mal will be a load off Ben's mind."

"Um- probably," Evie agreed, her hands curling around the fabric of her bikini top, discreetly trying to push it up before it could get caught in the brushes. Evil, she was exposing her breasts in front of an actual princess. Not that Audrey could see it, but that didn't stop it from happening, ever so slowly.

Audrey slanted a narrowed look at her before she pushed into the deep end, settling near the area Lonnie had been before instead of retreating to the far side of the tub. Evie knew Audrey didn't like her all that much because of her relationship with Chad – the two of them seeming to be tight friends – so it wasn't like the other princess would expect a lot of conversation from Evie.

And yet, she still seemed suspicious. Or maybe that was just her default.

"You look a little red," Audrey said suddenly, cocking her head to the side. "Do you want me to turn down the temperature controls?"

"No, I'm good," Evie said. "I um- flush easily."

"Right," Audrey hummed. "Your mom was all about the pale skin thing."

She didn't know the half of it and Evie wasn't going to get into it here, not when the brushes were cupping the underside of her breasts now, getting teasingly closer to her nipples.

When Audrey saw she'd get no response from Evie, she pursed her lips together, a look that only presided poor things for Evie.

Which was pretty much confirmed when she continued with- "Do you mind if I turn the bubbles down?"

"Yes," Evie said, probably too forced, too desperate, but it was enough to distract he from the damn brushes, the things moving high enough to catch her swimsuit, and Evie was so panicked to battle the damn machinery that she totally let go of her swim bottoms.

It wasn't something she realized until she saw them float harmlessly to the top of the bubbling water, Evie's heart sinking in her chest when Audrey raised one perfectly plucked brow before deftly scooping them up in one hand.

There was a tense moment where Evie struggled with the auto cleaner, feeling the tie around her neck loosen, before Audrey sighed, reaching over and hitting a series of buttons that made the new cleaner come to a stop.

"I assume Lonnie put you up to this," Audrey drawled, reaching over and undoing Evie's neck tie before her hand slid lower.

"Audrey," Evie hissed, her hands pressed to her chest as she felt Audrey undo the other connecter lower on her back, leaving her topless. Leaving her naked.

"Relax," Audrey huffed. "It's the only way to get it untangled from the cleaners."

She said nothing as she got to work, Evie assumed, she couldn't really see what Audrey was doing under the white froth of bubbles, could only cover her chest and loath the predicament that Audrey now had knowledge of.

This was what she was afraid of. Audrey could destroy her now; it wouldn't be hard.

Eventually, Audrey sat back, but she didn't hand Evie's swimsuit back over, which would have made Evie fill with ice were her groin not still being teased by the other cleaner.

"I think I'll keep your secret," Audrey said suddenly, making Evie pause, waiting for the if. There was always an if, she had specialized in such things on the Isle, when her looks and words had been just as vicious weapons as Jay's knife and fists. "But if you're doing this, you're going all the way."

Evie froze, unsure of what that meant, and despite her best efforts that must have read on her face, because in the next moment, Audrey was rolling her eyes.

"Just maintain," Audrey said. "Keep a cool disposition after I let the cleaners run a new program for… I dunno, a few minutes, and then I'll give you your suit back and this will be a shameful memory for both of us."

Evie flinched at the deduction, even if she couldn't really argue it. She swallowed hard, but in the end, she didn't really have any choice, did she?

She nodded. "Okay," she murmured, holding out her hand the way they did in Auradon, letting her arm cover her chest. "Deal."

A beat, and then Audrey accepted her hand, giving it a firm shake.

"Great," she said, turning her attention to the controls. "Go ahead and put your arms at your sides."

Evie nodded and slowly complied, flushing at the feel of hot water attacking her breasts. It felt liberating, to have them free in the confines of the warm bubbles, though mostly it just felt lewd, because even though Audrey couldn't see anything, she seemed to know what was going on, and judged Evie accordingly.

"Now…" Audrey began, pushing a few buttons, and Evie paused when she felt new brushes extend from each side of her, just under her armpits. They turned, and immediately took up the work the other brush had been doing, cupping the bottom of her breasts before shifting higher, catching her nipples in a relentless tease.

"Audrey," Evie whispered, feeling her groin pulse at the increased attention, but the princess just ignored her.

"Pick your knees up," Audrey said, something that confused Evie for a moment since her legs were already floating in the water. "Brace your feet on the edge of the seat."

With a swallow, Evie did what she was told, feeling embarrassed by the new position, something that left her groin on open display below the water. It also allowed the brushes better access to her, which seemed to be Audrey's intent.

"Good girl," Audrey hummed, and despite it being Audrey Evie couldn't help but shiver, remembering the fond way Lonnie had echoed such words earlier. Audrey hit a few more buttons and the brushes at Evie's groin seemed to pull away for a bit, something that made her sigh until Audrey was reaching over, between her legs- "You're a dirty girl, Evie," Audrey tutted, stroking her folds before urging them wide. "You need to be cleaned."

It was the only warning Evie got before a new, deeper brushed started rutting into her, spinning and shifting back and forth, working its way deeper until she was getting worked over by it just as thoroughly as she had been by Lonnie's fingers.

"Good?" Audrey asked as she continued to tease Evie's clit, effortlessly touching her like it was nothing, and maybe Evie should be ashamed but mostly she just felt hot because she was broken or something. "You can say if it's too much. I might be mean, but I'm not, you know."

A villain.

It didn't need to be said, but Audrey didn't look at Evie with any kind of accusation. It was simply an explanation.

Audrey was mean. To maintain her position as head of the princesses, she likely had to be.

Evie understood that sort of practicality all too well.

"Y-Yeah," Evie whispered, sensing that Audrey wanted a verbal response.

This earned her a smile before Audrey pulled her hand away, turning her attention back to the control panel once more. Evie wasn't sure what else she could do there, she was already getting teased very way she knew how. The cleaner on her chest was alternating between brushing and attaching small vacuums to Evie's nipples that filled them with waves of pleasure, the squishy tubes replaced by a wet, almost tongue-like sponge that lavished on them unapologetically. In addition to the soft brush rutting inside Evie were other sponges lapping at her folds, another tiny vacuum attaching to her clit, flooding her with a wealth of pleasure.

"One last thing," Audrey hummed, settling in with an almost ominous look before she pressed another button, her entire gaze settled on Evie.

Evie didn't know why, though, she didn't know what else could-

Evie jolted, because it felt like one of those thick, gooey sponges had flicked against her rear, only that couldn't be the-

Yes, yes it could, because it was slithering between her cheeks now, two padded clamps holding her cheeks wide before that sponge started spinning relentlessly against that puckered ring of muscle.

"Audrey," Evie hissed, because even she had limits. Good princesses weren't supposed to do anal, they were supposed to be proper, but then again, good princesses also didn't pleasure themselves in public, so Evie wasn't sure why she was having a problem with this now.

Her new position left herself on easy display for the newest autocleaner which made the most of things, eagerly attacking her hole until Evie was shaking. It shouldn't feel this good, it shouldn't feel good at all, but it was beginning to press slightly into her, still spinning like mad as she twitched against it, biting hard on her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

Oh, Evil, she was going to fall apart like this. She wasn't sure how it hadn't happened yet; she was so hot. Everything was building and building and she was going to come-

"What do you think?" Audrey murmured, angled close enough so it could look like they were sharing a private conversation, like they were being friendly. "How many orgasms before I let you go? Three? Four?"

"I- I can't-"

"You'll never know until you try," Audrey hummed, settling in for the long haul. "So why don't we do our best, okay?"

Evie didn't reply, shuddering her way through her first release under Audrey's heavy stare, knowing this should be torture, but mostly-

She liked it, so she wasn't sure what that said about her.

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Endnotes:

Yeah, this fic is only going to get more unhinged as we go ;)

Next week's update (two updates from now) will likely be on Thursday rather than Wednesday since things are picking up again at work. Thought I'd give you a heads up!

Until next time