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11.A Thief

Dan was right — Xander was expecting me.

Since I got into the shower, his eager hands have been rubbing my body. I return the favor, soaping up Xander's back in a gentle massage. We have plenty of room in the large cabin and only a thin half wall, shoulder-high, parts us from the steamy tub where Dan's soaking in silence.

"So," Xander starts while his palms lower to my buttocks, squeezing and pinching.

I stare at him with raised brows, waiting for whatever it is that he wants to say.

"You're staying over tonight."

"Am I?" A smile plays on my lips.

"Yes," Xander decides, returning my smile as his erection pokes at my pelvis.

"And that's alright with Dan?" My question echoes a little louder since I want to make sure that the cute doctor hears me despite the shower running.

Xander scoffs against my shoulder and then proceeds to lightly bite my skin. "Dan," he speaks up between those enticing nibbles, "any plans for tonight?"

"Laundry. Then cooking dinner," Dan says dully.

Snickering, Xander turns off the shower. "Damn it." He peeks over the half wall at Dan. "I'm trying to get Trent to stay so could you make it sound a little more exciting?" As Xander says this, his chuckles ring inside the bathroom in a contagious glee.

"Oh, sorry," Dan clears his throat and then utters in an even tone, "We'll be frolicking in tousled mounds of clothes, then staging a food fight. Winner gets to top the losers."

A wide grin sets on Xander's pretty face. "There. Now you have to stay over, Trent."

I stifle a laugh and trap Xander between my arms. "OK."

He looks so fragile and small as my thick biceps press against his pale skin. I can't resist pecking Xander's nose. Then our lips meet in a tender kiss.

My heart's booming happily and I'm basking in the heat of our momentary show of affection.

But what the fuck am I really doing? Quickly, all these emotions need to go away because they're not real and they're not helpful. It's just how I get after a scene, during aftercare or sometimes when I'm too lonely and finally find someone to be intimate with.

Water splashing startles me out of the kiss and my arms loosen around Xander.

Dan left the tub and is now grabbing a towel to dry off.

"Laundry?" Xander asks amused.

With a groggy expression, Dan looks into the shower cabin at me and Xander. "Yeah. You kids have fun."

As soon as he's out the door, Xander titters and pins me against the half wall. "Stay," he orders plainly.

My dick twitches at the shift in his attitude and I shudder, eagerly anticipating Xander's next move.

"Let's make sure you're squeaky clean, wicked boy," he says and turns on the shower water.

With very little soap and plenty of tongue, my dick and balls get to be the cleanest they've ever been. And I get to be edged and refused release in the most tantalizing ways possible.

"Such a good boy you are, not begging to come," Xander whispers and his erection rubs against mine as his lips brush along my jawline. "Not even once."

I don't speak since Master Xander's not allowed me to. But I do smirk a bit. It isn't that bad to play bottom. It fits with the needy and devoted mindset I'm in.