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“You don’t have to do it alone.” I held him tighter as worry crept through my mind. Somewhere back in Riven, she was waiting for him. I knew it.

I pulled a sleepingScott into my arms, shouldering his weight as I walked down from the roof. He stirred, but hadn’t fully woken up.

James and Kade looked up when the door opened but didn’t say anything, just continued their game on the console.

“Weather should be clear enough to fly tonight,” I heard one of them say.

“Alright,” I replied, pushing open the bathroom door.

I set Scott on the side of the tub, flicking the nozzles on and setting the temperature and filling the tub.

My hands skimmed across Scott’s cheek as I gently roused him.

“Hey let’s get you cleaned up,” I pulled the long sleeve over his head, as he blinked with sleep-filled eyes. I checked the temperature of the water again, making sure it wasn’t too hot.

I pulled my own pants off, keeping my underwear in place as I helped strip him. Stepping into the water, I pulled him in as well. I sat him in front of me, his back to my chest as I took a washcloth and just let the water run down his back. He sat withhis chin on his knees as my fingers traced the muscles. He didn’t complain; he just sat there in comfortable silence.

“I read once that baths helped,” I said as I grabbed a cup and dumped the water on his back.

“Hm,” he hummed, leaning his head back against my chest. I set the cup down and wrapped my hands around his chest, just holding him while I breathed. “Can I ask you something?” he whispered.

“Anything.”

“Can you take my thoughts away? I don’t want to think.” He said in a shuddering breath.

“Of course.”

I turned his head to the side, layering kisses across his neck. He grabbed the back of my head in a light tug as my lips moved across his shoulders. I squeezed working tension from his limbs, and a heavy sigh left him.

My dick pulsed beneath him, as my hands squeezed his hips. My lips trailed up his neck to his ear and back again. He moaned out when my lips sealed around his ear, inhaling, a shiver down his spine and his dick raised in attention.

My hand closed around his shaft, pulling lightly as his eyes flitted closed. My other hand came up to grasp his neck, firmly holding pressure against his veins. He drew in a shaky breath as my lips skimmed across his jaw.

I tugged his cock, pulling gently, my thumb running across the tip, gathering pre-cum and sliding it back down and over his length.

“You’re so hard for me,” I groaned in his ear as a gasp fell from his lips. He went to speak, but I applied pressure with my hand, cutting off the thought as I jerked him again.

His head fell back against my chest as a moan broke free from his lips.

“Let go,” I coached as I continued stroking his cock as moans and groans slipped free. My dick jutted into his back, but I refused to acknowledge it, instead focusing on Scott.

“That’s it,” I rumbled as his breaths picked up and his hand latched onto the side of the tub. I could feel his backside tightening. He was close, but he wasn’t there yet. I stroked him faster as I listened to his breathing, and when he gasped and sucked in a breath, I whispered,“come for me Scott.”

The moan tore out of him as he shot cum across his chest and my hand slicked with it. I stroked him through the orgasm and when he was spent, I kissed him gently on the temple.

“You did so good.” I praised as I cleaned him up.

Once he was all clean, we sat there until the water started to cool. I was pretty sure he had fallen asleep, and I didn’t blame him.

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NO

Ahigh-pitched ringing filled my ears, drowning everything else out. Voices moved, mouths opened—nothing reached me.

A hollowness took over as I stared forward. The world fuzzed at the edges. Sounds broke apart. Voices splintered into something meaningless.

I wasn’t in control of my body; it was like autopilot had been left on. Like my mind couldn’t hold it together.