Bart checked the water temperature before stepping into the shower. He let the hot water run down his body, trying to make sense of the chaos that were his thoughts. His day had been particularly eventful, so much so that his shift felt like it happened ages ago, and all he wanted was to sleep. But he knew that his brain wouldn't leave him to rest, so he had locked himself in the bathroom to face the reality of what had just happened.

He could still feel Bob's hands on him, the taste of him in his mouth, the weight of his body on him, he could still smell him, see him all around him, hear his velvet voice teasing him... All that pleasure was still pounding within him and he tried hard to control himself so as not to masturbate thinking of Bob.

Not half an hour ago, the man had yanked him up from the backseat, basically kicking him out of his car and left him with a simple "Have a good night, Bart" before driving off, apparently not too worried about him. He had come home as quietly as he could, yet Lisa and Maggie had busted him and for a moment Bart felt like a burglar caught red-handed.

"Where have you been?" A sleepy Maggie asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Just out with the guys..." he replied with an answer he had prepared in advance. Simple, but believable.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Lisa asked with doubt obvious on her face.

"Yeah, I'm – gonna take a quick shower." That was his quick solution to escape any more questioning, one that didn't seem more suspicious than it needed to be.

Now, under the water, the realisation was sinking in. Was he alright?

He had never been with another man in that way before, much less one that used to want to bathe in his blood as a child. Now the nightmare criminal from his childhood had shown him previously unknown pleasure and Bart understood just how fucked up it was.

But how wrong was it really, if he wanted more of Bob? His body, his actions, his desire - Bart did not feel a tinge of regret at anything that happened and he wasn't going to question the unmatched U-turn their relationship had taken.

Yet shame crept up when his sisters confronted him. How would they react? How would his parents? He couldn't even tell Milhouse, especially since he had promised his best friend he would tell him if anything was to happen. He knew he wouldn't understand, how could anyone understand if he himself struggled to? There were so many questions colliding in his mind - about Bob's intentions, his own sexuality and the consequences of what they had done.

Sighing, he decided to give up trying to make sense of it all for the time being. He couldn't undo what had been done, so what was the point?

Stroking his dick, he imagined Bob's hand instead of his own, his long slender finders around his cock, and pictured the gold halos of the man's eyes looking into him, remembering every word and every action from back in his car. The ex-convict certainly knew how to give pleasure - experience from prison, Bart supposed. He masturbated for a few minutes before he came into his hand, satisfied yet somewhat ashamed of himself and finished showering. Hopefully, he would find himself alone with Bob again.

Now exhausted, Bart went to bed quietly while he was sure everyone was back in their bedroom and fell asleep instantly, crushed by the weight of the day, his pestering thoughts far away now.

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Shards would be scattered everywhere. The shattering sound would surely have woken up his neighbors in the silence of the night. He would have to clean up his own mess, something Bob certainly did not wish to bother doing. But smashing his cup against the wall would do wonders to calm his nerves, instead he swirled the cup around, mesmerised by the hot tea spinning under the steam.

That day had been a long one for Bob and very little had gone as he had planned. How familiar for him. Sitting in his armchair, he tried to assess the situation he now found himself in.

He had managed to have a discussion with Bart. He had judged it necessary, as the young man was more than uncomfortable in his presence and it impacted his job. But in truth, Bob revelled in making the brat nervous, uneasy, especially when he noticed Bart's newfound fascination with him. For the past few days, he had kept a close watch on him, telling himself it was all mindless fun, remnants of a sadistic past that was far behind him.

He did learn much of Bart's new life during their conversation and found himself telling him of his own life, as though they were old friends catching up after years apart. But sometime after the ride to Bart's house, Bob had snapped. The moment the young man was about to go home, he simply lost control, something he had sworn to himself would never happen again as it never did him any good, especially in the past with that very same person. Yet he couldn't deny that for that moment he had desired Bart terribly and simply acted on impulse. He was now standing at the end of that slippery slope, knowing full well things would never be the same as he had never meant to go this far in the wrong direction.

Considering the situation, he wondered how wrong it all really was. After all, Bart was an adult now, they both were. And even in his adrenaline rush, Bob had been watchful of the young man's reactions, making sure he was reciprocating. Bart had accepted it all and clearly enjoyed himself in his company.

None of it was illegal, but Bob was not naive, he knew if word got out he would be accused of the worst. They would have to be careful, were it to happen again.

Bart... The mere image of the blond brat begging underneath him sent jolts of pleasure in his entire body.

He happily finished his cup and went to bed, falling asleep after taking care of a small issue of his own.