Page 82 of Hold Back
He opened the door and Kit climbed in with him, sighing as he felt the hot water.
“I almost forgive you for leaving me alone.”
“Thank you,” Red said drily.
But when he caressed soapy bubbles over Kit’s smooth skin, the momentary irritation faded under the pleasure of tracing the lines of the cobra. He pushed Kit against the tiles and gave him the same intense wash that he’d given himself. Kit kept his eyes closed and let Red clean him without a murmur. Someone liked being taken care of.
Red wondered when the last time someone took care of Kit for more than just a hook-up.
“Do we have any razors?” Kit asked, not opening his eyes.
“Look under the sink.”
Kit rubbed his palm over his bristles. “I’ll shave tomorrow. I hate having a scruff.”
“I’ll shave you,” Red said.
Kit narrowed his eyes. “I don’t let just anyone near my throat.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not just anyone, isn’t it?” Red picked up the shampoo bottle. “I’m going to wash your hair.”
Kit grimaced when he saw the bottle. “We’ll have to put in an order for my shampoo.”
The shampoo looked perfectly fine to Red. “What’s wrong with it?”
“I’ll teach you.”
Squeezing the creamy colored liquid into his palm, Red decided he didn’t care enough to argue about shampoo. He stroked the bubbles through Kit’s hair until the boy was almost purring with pleasure. Just the sweet sound made Red’s cock sit up and take notice. But he ignored his hungry dick. He had a job to do and that was making his boy squeaky clean from head to foot.
“S’nice,” Kit murmured.
“You like it?”
“I can’t remember the last time someone washed me. I guess it has to be my mom.”
“I like cleaning my boys. It’s an excuse to get wet and bubbly. Hopefully we’ll find somewhere with a tub.”
“You like taking care of people.”
“I do, but mainly I like taking care of my boy.”
But it couldn’t last forever and finally the water started to cool. Red turned off the water and eased Kit outside the stall sothat he could dry him, first his curls, then his body. He patted Kit on the butt.
“Go get dressed.”
Kit pouted, bottom lip sticking out. “I thought we’d play again.”
“We will,” Red assured him, “but I need something to eat or I’m gonna gnaw on you for a snack.”
Kit gave a shriek and a giggle, then ran out of the bathroom, leaving the towel behind. Red hoped that they didn’t have any visitors this time that Kit could surprise. It was a good thing that Lucinda had been so laidback about his boy’s naked tush.
He picked up the towels and hung them up to dry, then he followed Kit out of the bathroom to discover his boy had his head in the fridge.
“Uh, boy, aren’t you missing something?”
“No, I checked. We’ve got everything for eggs Benedict.” Kit’s voice was muffled but Red understood it clear enough.
“You want me to make you eggs Benedict?”
