Page 55 of Vigilante Twink and the Cop

He finds me a towel from an airing cupboard that smells like fabric softener, and I disappear into the bathroom before either of us can decide what almost just happened on that sofa.

The water is good, better than mine somehow, proper pressure instead of the polite trickle most old buildings settle for, and I stand under it for a while just letting it do its work, trying to talk myself down from whatever that was on the sofa.

I don’t manage it.

There’s a knock, two knuckles against the door, careful. “Micah?”

“Yeah?”

The door opens before I can decide whether that’s alarming.

“Sorry, I forgot to show you how the shower door works, it leaks if you don’t…” He stops talking.

I watch it happen. His eyes land on me, and every other thought behind them just quietly leaves the building. He’s still holding the door handle, still technically midsentence, and none of it is going anywhere.

“The door,” he says, faintly, like he’s reminding himself it exists.

“Lennox.”

“Yes.”

“Is there something wrong with the door?”

“I don’t remember,” he says, which might be the most honest thing I’ve ever heard him admit to.

He looks at me for another long moment, the water running down over my skin is very clearly no longer something he is thinking about as a plumbing issue. And then something decides itself behind his eyes.

“Can I join you?” he says.

I grin at him, delighted, giddy, every nerve in my body lighting up at once. “That’s a brilliant idea, Detective.”

He yanks his clothes off with almost comedic speed. His eagerness is flattering. And the sight of his handsome body is a joy to behold.

He hurries over to me, and I step closer to the showerhead to make room for him. He slips in behind me, as if this is choreographed. As if we have done this a thousand times before.

He reaches for the shower gel. I hear it squelch. Then his hands are running over me, soaping me up. His large, strong hands running over my chest and stomach, churning suds and water.

It’s a cacophony of sensation. My head falls back and rests on his shoulder. His hands glide up to my nipples. He begins to clean them very thoroughly. The feeling zings through me. My cock swells. My nipples peak under the attention, growing even more sensitive.

Foam and hot water cascade down my body. Lennox’s hand chases them down the plains of my abdomen. His wet, soapy fingers wrap around my cock. He tugs and pulls and plays. One head stroking my cock, one hand playing with my nipple.

I close my eyes and float on the sensation. Lennox’s naked, broad chest feels divine against my back. The shower stall is fragrant with the smell of him, and belatedly I realize he’s soaping me up with his body wash, the particular scent that my subconscience associates with him. After this, I’m going to smell like him, and the thought of that excites me far more than is rational or sane.

He steps back a little, stealing his warmth away. His hand leaves my nipple and starts soaping up my ass cheeks. Then his fingers slide into my crack and diligently begin cleaning me there.

His hand is still gliding up and down my cock. Hot water is still pouring over both of us.

This is wonderful. Not just the pleasure, but also the intimacy. This feels far more tender than simply pounding away on a mattress. It doesn’t feel like sex or fucking. It feels like making love. And it’s so beautiful I think I’m going to cry.

At least the shower will wash away my tears, and Lennox will never know. I’m pretty sure he’d be alarmed by tears, and then all this perfection would stop, and I’d have to explain tears of joy while sobbing, and it would be a whole thing.

It’s easier this way.

Lennox reaches for another bottle on his shelf. I hear another squelch, then his fingers are back in my ass crack, running over my hole. Slick and cool with something.

It’s lube. He keeps waterproof lube in his shower. Lennox likes to masturbate in the shower and he uses lube.

My stomach flutters. I’ve learned something new, something personal and private about Lennox, and I like it. A lot. I also highly approve. Shower wanks are the best.