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“I mean, I can do the aggressive thing if that’s what you need. But sometimes...it’s like my mom’s cooking. Or room service, you know.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “More like... I just want to lie back and soak everything in, nice and slow.”
“You mean, you like being taken care of?” Something tender broke loose inside Spencer’s chest, made his knees go as weak as his resistance to this man.
“Kinda. Does that sound too weird? I’m not even sure I’m making sense anymore. Barely slept—”
“Sssh.” Spencer put a finger against Del’s kiss-swollen mouth. “It sounds perfect. Let me take care of you, okay, Del?”
“Yeah.” He licked his lips, looking far younger than twenty-eight in that moment. “I like it when you call me that. More than I probably should.”
“Good.” Spencer started by pulling up the T-shirt, waiting for Del to raise his arms so he could help him out of it. Same as he had in the living room, Del went pliant in Spencer’s arms, let him tug off his clothes without too much fuss. Spencer set the shower on full blast before stripping off his own clothes.
“Tell me if it’s too hot.”
“After the month I’ve had?” Del let out a rueful laugh. “No such thing.”
The groan of pleasure Del released when under the dual stream went straight to Spencer’s cock. Wanting to do this right, he grabbed a washcloth and a bottle of luxury body wash that had been an unopened gift.
“Seriously. I may never leave this room. You can bring my dinner right here.” Del leaned against the wall, let the water cascade down his muscled chest. He had bruises on his ribs and a scrape on his right shoulder.
“Damn, Del, what did you do to yourself?” Getting the washcloth soapy, Spencer ran a gentle hand down his side.
“Slipped getting into position. It was nothing.” Del continued leaning back, letting the water pelt him as Spencer soaped him up. “You feel amazing. Love how that smells. I got so sick of the plain stuff at the forward base. Even at Coronado, I’m always forgetting to buy nice stuff, but I do like smell-good stuff.”
You deserve all the nice stuff. Spencer stopped the supremely sappy thought before it could spew forth. He resolved to slip the bottle of this basil-eucalyptus shower gel into Del’s backpack before he left. He was generous with the soap, avoiding the bruises but taking his time to knead Del’s tight muscles.
“Fuck. Forget food and sex. I just want more of this.” Del turned so the water pounded his back, resting his head against the tiles. The water was slightly warmer than Spencer typically had it, so he was happy to let Del get most of the spray from both showerheads while he got to work on the broad planes of his shoulders, rubbing out the knots, working up a good lather before the water rinsed it away. On a mission of sorts, he dropped to his knees.
“Spread your legs,” he encouraged.
“What? You don’t have to...” Del sounded drowsy as he complied, shifting his stance. God, he was so gorgeous, with a tight, high ass that Spencer took his time massaging and washing, soapy fingers teasing the crack, testing his responses.
“Oh man... Fuck. Like that.” Del groaned beautifully, spreading his legs further, pushing back against Spencer’s fingers.
He let the water rinse Del before lightly biting one muscled cheek. As he’d hoped, that got another groan. He licked and bit his way to his crack, then spread him open. Usually, Spencer was a bit...finicky about whom he did this for and when, but Del, clean and warm, moaning softly, ass not-so-subtly rocking toward Spencer, was a treat he couldn’t resist. And so he made a feast of his hole, licking and sucking with a voracity that surprised even himself.
“Jesus fuck, Spencer. Spencer.” Del was shaking above him, voice wobbling. Steam enveloped them, enhancing the sense of their own little universe here with the hot water cascading over them and Del coming apart for him. Reaching down, Del fisted his cock. “If I promise I can go again, can I... Fuck...this is too good.”
“Yeah, stroke yourself off.” This wasn’t simply foreplay for Spencer. It was part of taking care of him, part of making sure he felt good, giving him the space to be Del, the man, instead of Bacon, the always-on SEAL. Sure, he wanted to fuck him, but more than that, he wanted to give him a safe place to shatter, and someone to put him back together afterward.
“Oh, God. More.” Del’s voice was a low whine now as Spencer flicked his tongue all around the rim before using the tip of his tongue to work him soft and open, making love to him with his mouth, soul thrilling with each strangled cry that escaped Del’s throat. He’d made the guy climax twice before, but this was the first time that he felt in control, felt Del actively giving in to the pleasure Spencer wanted to give him. “Fuck me. Here. Don’t make me wait.”
