“How is your bathroom so … ”
“Large?” Kent shuts the door, giving us some privacy from the cat. “The previous owners combined the existing bathroom with a small nursery to create the spa getaway of their dreams.” He motions to the tub. “They split. And I got custody of their luxurious bathroom.”
My stomach clenches as Kent starts the tub and grabs a bag of Epsom salts from the vanity’s cabinet. Pools. Tubs. The thought of soaking in my own filth makes me queasy. I need to be honest. That’s the only way this won’t blow up in a fiery blaze.
“I don’t really do pools. Swimming of any kind.” I wince and wait for his reply.
“It’s a tub. Not a pool.” Kent scratches his chin, his fingers lost in his whiskers. How is confused Kent even sexier?
“I know, it’s just … ” I sit on a small wood bench against the wall. “Being in water. In my own … grime, let alone someone else’s … ” I shake my head.
Kent offers a thin smile and gazes up at the ceiling. He walks over, puts his hands out, and I give him mine.
“What if we showered first?”
My fingers fidget in his hands, and the skin on my scalp prickles. How long would we have to scrub to be clean enough for a bath together? Kent lets go of my hands and opens a cabinet. A jumble of items comes tumbling out, and he attempts to capture and shove them back in.
“Well, this is what happens when you tidy up quickly,” he says, scrambling to pick up a box of cotton swabs, a nail clipper, and various small bottles. Turning around, he’s holding a new toothbrush out to me.
“Let’s start with our mouths and go from there.”
“Wha … how … ” I stammer.
“This old guy has a few tricks up his sleeve.” Kent winks and grabs a tube of toothpaste. “Especially for you.”
I unwrap my toothbrush. The bristles are soft, and I prefer medium, but it’ll suffice. The gentleness of the brush isn’t the end of the world. And Kent did this. For me.
Kent finishes with a spit and asks, “What do you think?” He comes from behind, his minty breath on my neck. “How’s your mood?” He runs his palm over the dome of my head, and my cock surges in my pants. His thoughtfulness, patience, and empathy creates a tiny firework display in my core.
I nod slowly, his beard prickling my neck. He kisses me right where his whiskers tickled and pulls away. “There’s my Vincent.”
My Vincent. His. I’m his.
He starts the shower, then the tub, as I undress. When I slide my briefs off, my cock snaps up, aroused by Kent’s appetizer of attention. He chuckles when it slaps my stomach before pointing at the floor, and I’m rewarded with a soft kiss on my neck. Kent palms my erection, whispering, “Be a good boy and get nice and clean.”
I turn my face, and our mouths connect. There’s no hesitation. My tongue darts in to meet his, and he slides his thumb over the tip of my cock, already slick with precum.
“The shower isn’t big enough for both of us. Why don’t you go first, and I’ll get the tub ready.”
With the hot water running, I get in and do my best to scrub every molecule of my body with the bottle of soap Kent hands me. A bar of green soap rests on the shower’s shelf, but I have no intention of touching it, thank you very much. I open the liquid soap, and a cool, crisp aroma fills the shower. Peeking at the bottle, the tiny print reads “Cucumber and Mint.” While it’s no orange and honey, it does the trick. As the soap reaches my ass, a tingling sensation spreads, reminding me of the lingering irritation from Kent’s whiskers, and a smile crosses my face as I recall his beard buried in my backside.
As I exit the shower, Kent kisses my cheek, takes my hand, and walks me to the tub.
“So damn clean,” he says with a mischievous grin. “I scrubbed the tub. There’s a little salt, some lavender, that’s it.”
I shake my head. Still damp from the shower, I can’t hide the tears in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He takes my face in his hands, his fingers rough. “We don’t have to.”
I take a deep breath, blow it out, and say, “No, it’s not that. It’s you.” Kent’s soft smile pulls my focus. “You make me feel like I’m the only man in the entire world.”
“Vincent Manda. To me, you are.” He kisses the top of my hand and says, “Now, watch your step.”
I climb into the tub, only about three-quarters full, and the moment my feet hit the bottom, my shoulders drop as the lavender scent washes over me. Kent doesn’t let go of my hand until I’m seated.
“I’m going to jump in the shower and scrub every inch. You relax.” He walks to the stall, but before jumping in, stops and says, “I almost forgot.”
He jogs over to the vanity, his dick flopping with each stride, and pushes a button on a small black box.
