The following excerpt is intended for mature audiences.
Shannon turned the silver spigot on the tub, starting the water for his bath. Good thing Ciaran decided to wait in bed while he cleaned up. He could finally think through how he would handle being back in their hometown. Peering at himself in the mirror, he went through the tedious motions of shaving. How would he ever be able to look Father Brennan in the face again? Would the priest somehow see the sin in his eyes while he sat in church on Sunday? Would the love he shared with Ciaran somehow shine like a beacon to everyone in the town?
He finished the last stroke with his razor on his chin, watching the dark particles dissipate under a cascade of liquid from the faucet. He turned his attentions to the lukewarm water in the claw-foot bathtub. It was so hot already, a cool bath would be just what he needed.
He dipped his fingers in the water. It was nice and cool, perfect for a hot day. He removed his pants and boxers, stepped into the tub and lowered himself in. It felt so good. Surrounding his body, the water removed the remnants of sweat and lovemaking. He frowned for a moment. Ciaran’s scent would be washed from his skin, too. He twisted his torso to grab the soap.
Ciaran’s naked body stood in the doorway.
He startled. “Damn, you scared the shite out of me.” A sadder-than-intended smile spread on his face.
Ciaran padded over to him and picked up the small bar of soap.
“What are you doing?” A puzzled expression washed over his face.
Ciaran slid into the tub, positioning himself directly behind Shannon. With his legs spreading out on either side of his lover, the water enveloped him. “I was just lying there, thinking how I should be spending every second with you while we’re here. You know, since we won’t be able to be like this when we get home. And so I decided to help you wash.” His voice was soft as velvet.
The bar of soap and Ciaran’s slick hands slid in circles across his back. Having Ciaran cleanse him was like a dream. The sensation flowed through him, making a soft moan escape his lips. Closing his eyes, he lost himself in Ciaran’s sensual touch.
“Don’t get any ideas, my wicked lover. We still have to get out of here in the next half hour.”
Feigning a cough, he sat upright. When did he lean so far back into him? “Yeah, right.” His voice was hoarse. The soap and Ciaran’s slippery palm caressed his chest and abdomen. “Maybe I should let you wash me when there’s more time,” his voice wavered as Ciaran’s hand brushed over his nipple. His cock hardened.
Grinning, Ciaran let his hand drop down to find Shannon’s erection.
He took a quick inhale.
“I told you we don’t have time.” Ciaran’s voice had a clear taunting quality to it. He pressed his lips to the back of his neck.
A shiver ran down his spine. Another, more urgent moan escaped him.
Ciaran’s hips moved forward, pressing his erection firmly against Shannon’s lower back.
Under his breath, he said, “Damn, Ciaran, you’re making this impossible.” Lowering himself backward, he leaned against Ciaran’s hard chest. A slick hand seized his erection and pumped him with surprising urgency and speed. Sharp breaths whispered over his ear. Hungry hips thrust with insistence against his back.