“No alarms going off on my phone,” Rebel said. “No frowny face emojis from Draven when I’m not where I’m supposed to be two minutes before I’m supposed to be there. Nothing but lazy day bliss.”
“The only thing we’re lacking is room service,” I said.
“That can always be remedied with Door Dash,” Rebel said. “And a giant grocery order.”
A loud series of pops was followed by Rebel’s satisfied sigh when he finished cracking his neck.
“I don’t care what you say,” Kit muttered. “That just sounds painful.”
Rebel laughed, leaving me very aware of his thigh pressed against my cock. “You know what the worst part about mornings is?”
“What?” Kit grumbled, his arm growing heavy against my shoulder, like he was trying to go back to sleep.
“Having to get out of bed,” Rebel declared, shifting away in a rustle of sheets.
The thick-ass, comfy-as-hell memory foam absorbed every movement, leaving Kit and me undisturbed. I cracked one eye open in time to get a fine view of Rebel’s ass as he crossed the massive room to get to the bathroom.
Concert photos covered the pale blue wall beside the French doors that led out onto the balcony, a trio of short bookcaseshelves beneath them, filled with an assortment of books, CDs, and more photos in smaller frames. I spotted a few Pop Dolls too and stuffed critters that were just as creepy as they were cute.
An overstuffed tan and blue chair sat in the corner by a window with flowing blue curtains a few shades darker than the walls. It definitely had a beach vibe to it. An acoustic guitar sat in a stand on either side of it, and was that…a seahorse statue with a pile of guitar picks filling its pouch? I tried to sit up to get a better look when Kit grumbled at me about moving.
“Sorry, but as soon as Rebel comes out, I need to go in,” I said and finally felt his arm slip away.
“I’ll be right behind you,” Kit muttered, but when I looked back at him, he was sprawled on his stomach, long hair covering his face as he lay there.
No matter what he said, I doubted he was moving anytime soon. There was a path of clothes leading from the door to the bed, which is why it didn’t surprise me to hear the shower come on while I sat there waiting to take a piss.
Fuck it.
The bathroom was already beginning to fog up when I stepped inside, the shower’s frosted glass door prohibiting me from seeing more than just the shape of Rebel moving beneath the spray. I took care of business, washed my hands, and decided to further go with the flow by joining him in the shower.
I did not expect it to be the size it was when I opened the door. He turned to look at me, shampoo streaming down his face, and beckoned for me to join him.
“What did you do? Have this built for orgies?” I asked as I stepped in and closed the door behind me.
Water cascaded over my shoulders from one of three square overhead showerheads, rapidly soaking my hair.
“Naaa, I just like having space,” he replied as he passed me a sea sponge he pulled from a mesh bag on the top shelf of the shower caddy and went back to washing.
“Really,” I said, taking it and moving in front of him so I could reach the wall dispensers.
Shampoo. Conditioner. Body wash. Lube.
Not built for an orgy, my ass.
I squirted body wash on the sea sponge, but instead of washing myself with it, I pressed him against the wall and ran the soapy sea sponge over his back. Pinning his hands over his head was easy; he slid them in position for me and moaned when I locked my hand around his wrist.
I took my time cleaning and kissing his skin, nipping that spot on the back of his neck that always made him shiver, before tugging him away from the wall so I could wash his front. Not that I let him turn around. It was far more fun to run my tongue over his shoulder while I ran the sea sponge over his chest. He reached back and hooked his hand over the back of my neck, arching against me as I rubbed circles over his abs, slowly making my way lower.
The door rattled behind me, and I turned to see Kit shaking his head at us. “I was going to ask if there was room for three, but you could park a car in here.”
“I asked if he’d built it for an orgy,” I said, having to raise my voice over the cascade of water.
“We’re about to find out,” Kit declared.
“We need two more people for an orgy,” Rebel said. “And I’m not sharing the two of you with anyone.”
“Possessive much?" Kit said, plucking the sea sponge from my hand.