A few minutes later, they were soaking in the warm water, chest to chest while the rain whipped against the window outside.Only the warm light built into his bathroom mirror illuminated the space.It was so… dare he call it romantic?
He didn’t know what had come over him to suggest this.He had never done this before, never wanted to explore the intimacy of it with anyone, but everything was different with Sami.Holding him now, feeling him nuzzling into Baz’s neck, it was the most at peace Baz had ever felt.
The water sloshed as Sami pulled away to kneel between Baz’s thighs.He massaged baby oil over what had since turned into a glittery blob.The movement chased away the bubbles, revealing the beautiful sight of his submerged naked body.His tongue peeked out between his lips.
“You’re stealing my heart,” Baz joked, running his fingers down Sami’s side, along the dips of his rib cage and rolls of his stomach.Shame he wasn’t ticklish.
“They call me the reverse Wizard of Oz.”
“Your jokes are awful.”
“You love it.”
Baz kind of did.He shook his hand free from the sparkling foam to stroke some glitter off Sami’s cheek, pulling him closer to first press a kiss on his forehead, and then onto his slightly parted lips.
Sami’s moan sent warm tingles down to his toes.Baz could spend eternity like this and never get bored.
“Sami…”
“I like how you say my name.”
God.Baz had to kiss him again for that, albeit briefly.
“Do you really not believe in love?”
He didn’t know where that question came from, only that getting an answer was the most important thing in the world right now.
Sami’s eyes widened.“Do you?”
“Yeah.I’ve seen it with my sister and her husband.So I know how rare it is.”
“That’s just it.”Sami watched his fingers slither between Baz’s; five puzzle pieces that had found their perfect match.“Most people don’t get so lucky.They only set themselves up for heartbreak.”
Spoken like a man with experience.
“Did you have a bad breakup?”
“No.I’ve never cared enough about anyone for a breakup to get nasty.”
“I get that.I’ve never cared enough about someone to have something I needed to break up in the first place.”
“Exactly.And I have love.I have Naija, the gang, my parents.And…” Their eyes met.“You know.”
Baz’s breath hitched at the back of his throat.Did he know?What he dared to hope Sami meant couldn’t possibly be real.There was no room in their purely physical relationship for anything romantic—yes, he heard the irony of telling himself that while sharing a bubble bath at the end of an emotionally challenging day.
So what if he was wrong?About Sami, about the nature of their relationship.About love.
Will I still see you when the case is over?It sat on the tip of his tongue, but then, Sami kissed him again, and Baz begged the thoughts of ‘if’ to grant him a break.To acknowledge the fragility of their situation was to risk it bleeding away.
The bathtub grew too small to contain the heat building between them.He took his time toweling Sami dry enough not to soak the sheets.
“My turn.I’ll take care of you.”Sami pushed him onto the bed.Baz sat against the headboard and welcomed him onto his lap.
Baz cranked up his head to steal a kiss Sami willingly gave, licking over Baz’s lips so ridiculously sensually that a laugh escaped Baz.Sami ate it out of his mouth before he helped himself to the new bottle of lube.His slicked-up his fingers disappeared behind his back.“I got tested the other day.I’m clean.Are you…?”
“Yeah,” Baz said breathily.He took his checkups seriously, and he hadn’t been with anyone but Sami in months.
“So can I…?”He stroked Baz’s bare dick.
