The Death Of A Bachelor

A Bathroom Big Enough For Two

"I feel so gross." Brendon complained as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Ryan walked him into the large bathroom. He didn't even care to obsess over the heated floors, antique tub, his and hers sinks or the rain shower head. He was too focused on the remains of Ryan's lunch and dinner covering his body.

"I have plenty of clothes that will fit you." Ryan was way more sober now. Probably because everything he'd drunk was on Brendon. "You can just get in the shower and I'll jump in the tub."

"Can't you just wait until I leave to get in the tub?"

"No. I'm covered in vomit just like you are."

"Yeah, but it's your fucking vomit."

"Look! I'm getting in the tub. It's up to you if you want to use the shower."

Ryan walked fully into the bathroom. Striping out of his shirt and pants as he did so. He leaned over, in only his briefs, to turn on the faucet.

Brendon stood there angrily and watched as he added the bubbles to the water.

How selfish could the kid get? First he'd called him from jail drunk. Then he'd vomited all over him. And now he wasn't even going to give him his privacy to take a shower.

Ryan turned the water off in the tub. He didn't hesitate to slide down his underpants and step into the suds. Brendon turned his head to look away. When he allowed himself to look again, Ryan was settled into the tub. The only thing visible in the bubbles was his head.

Brendon sighed and gave in. The bathroom was big enough for both of them. The tub was like ten feet away from the shower anyway. He could take his shower while Ryan was in the tub. And the he could leave.

He turned so that his back was facing Ryan. And then he began pulling his pants down. He could feel Ryan's gaze burning into his back. He didn't have to turn around to know the kid was staring at him.

"Stop watching me." He muttered.

"Stop being so sexy." He could just hear the smile in his voice.

Brendon yanked down his boxers, stepping out of them quickly so he could step in the shower and close the door. He set the water to the temperature that he wanted and pulled the string between the knobs. The warm water came pouring down on his head.

Even in the shower, Brendon could feel himself being watched. He turned to face Ryan. The walls of the shower were clear but too thick for him to actually see him. All he could make out was the shape of the tub and the color of Ryan's dark hair.

For reasons he refused to delve into, he kept his eyes on the shape and colors that were Ryan. His eyes didn't stray. Even as he soaped himself up and washed his hair.

He knew Ryan knew he was watching him without even being able to see him. The same way he knew Ryan was watching him too.

He finished washing himself up but he didn't get out of the shower. He leaned against the glass and just let the water pour over him. He knew he needed to get out, get dressed and go home. But his body didn't want to leave the warmth. He blamed the rain shower head.

Brendon wasn't sure how long he'd been standing in the shower when he finally saw the shape of Ryan move. His view of him was even worse now because of all the steam.

He could barely make out the shape of him through the glass. And he could just make out that shape coming closer and closer to the shower. The closer he got, the clearer he became. Brendon made sure to keep his eyes on the top half of him.

His eyes followed Ryan all the way to the door of the shower. The door slid open, letting all the steam out of the tight space. Clearing up his fogged vision.

It took every ounce of Brendon's willpower to not look down. He backed up agaisnt the wall. The hard glass was cooling against his skin. Ryan took a step closer to him and Brendon's stomach tightened with a vengeance previously unknown to him.

"I'm done washing up." He had no idea how he managed to keep his voice so calm.

"I know." Ryan slid the door closed. The steam from the hot water instantly began filling up the space again.

"I have to get home."

"I know."

Ryan didn't even flinch. He rubbed his hands down Brendon's chest. Their wet skin sliding easily against each others. His hands stopped at his hips.

"Dallon's probably waiting for me." Brendon rested his head against the glass. Willing himself to be strong enough to push Ryan away and leave.

"Dallon's probably sleep." Ryan said before dropping to his knees in front of him.