“Shower, shower, la la la.” He winked at Charles and stretched up tall, wiggling side-to-side and loosening his spine.
“Showing off for me, are you? I’m not going to complain.” Charles wasn’t just looking, he waswatching.
“I was stretching, but you can watch all you want.” He winked back over his shoulder. “Hot shower, coming up.”
“I like watching.” Charles slid out of bed after him and stretched as well, then followed after him slowly.
He made sure the soap and shampoo were out and got the water heating. Then he grabbed down the towels, then the bath mat.
Charles leaned in the doorway and just watched. “You’re graceful. Has anyone ever told you that? You move…almost like a dancer.”
“Me? I mean, not really. I did ride with balance more than strength, so maybe that’s it?” Ryder just tried to keep his feet.
“Maybe. Strength I can see. Balance too. Why is only the hair on your head white?” Charles reached out and pulled the shower curtain back so he could step in.
“It happened with our pappy the same way. We were teenagers when it started to turn, believe it or not.” He thought it was kind of cool, to be honest.
“It looks great on you. I like it very much. Genetics are fascinating, aren’t they?” Charles stepped in behind him, and the shower suddenly felt small.
“Uh-huh…” Oh, this was new.
Wonderful.
He leaned right in.
“Mm, isn’t that hot water nice?” Charles caught him with one arm and kissed him while the hot water rained down onhis shoulders. It was romantic and exciting, and over much too quickly.
Charles pushed him under the spray and wet his hair, then grabbed the shampoo and massaged it into his scalp while humming something that seemed familiar. He wondered if Charles ever sang in the shower.
His eyelids went heavy as Charles rubbed his scalp, fingertips digging in hard.
Charles just kept humming, using soapy fingers as he moved lower for a neck and shoulder rub. “You are…you have become quite important to me, cowboy. I want you to know that.”
“I’m going to take good care of you. I swear to God.” Hopefully that was going to be enough.
“I know. You already do, cowboy.” Charles titled his head back and the water rained down, washing all the soap from his hair.
Lord, that felt so fine. His body responded—no hesitation, no way to hide it.
Charles squeezed out some body wash from the pumps on the wall and lathered him up—chest and abs, ass, under his balls and down the length of his prick, hands gentle but teasing. “Here I am trying to clean you up, and you’re getting dirty again.”
“All your fault.” Mister Charlie had some amazing hands on him, and they made Ryder a little stupid.
“Well, that’s going to have to wait.” Charles leaned close to his ear. “Unless you want to take care of it and show me.” Charles’s tongue slid along his jaw, and Charles kissed him before he could answer.
He whimpered, opening up even as he reached down for his heavy prick. He knew how to get himself off in short order. He was, in fact, a master of that.
But their kiss was way hotter than most of what was in his imagination. It was real.
As the kiss ended, Charles leaned back in the shower, putting enough space between them to watch him.
His cheeks heated, but Ryder reckoned if he couldn’t do this in front of his lover, he wasn’t ready to have a lover.
He was so ready to have a lover.
Charles gave him a deep nod and a smile. “You’re beautiful; do you feel beautiful? You should.”
“I feel revved up and a little nervous.” Beautiful? He didn’t see that, but he thought he wasn’t half bad.