Nothing Special V (Nothing Special 5)

Steele stopped searching in his bag when he heard the suggestiveness Tech projected in his voice. “It came with the suite. Never mind how it makes you feel, grown ass men don’t take baths.”

“Right. Because only two-year-old toddlers should get in this thing.”

“Smart mouth makes a soft ass, Shawn.” Steele stared at him.

“That’s the spirit.” Tech winked. “Get undressed. I’m gonna use the bathroom. It’ll take a while for this to fill up.”

Steele

Steele watched Tech practically floating in the deep tub, grinning excitedly like a kid in a toy store. He’d removed his glasses, his wet hair slicked back from his face. He didn’t know which one of them looked more ridiculous. Tech, playing in the chest-deep water or him, standing there butt naked with a petulant scowl and his hands on his hips.

“Come on. You know you want to get in. The water feels great,” Tech purred.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it,” Steele said, climbing in.

“Promise. I won’t tell anyone you bathed this weekend.” Tech slid between Steele’s legs as soon as he was settled in.

Out of sheer stubbornness, Steele didn’t moan when the hot water encased his body, but fuck it felt good. Lying there with Tech in his arms, he felt like he was actually on vacation. They let the water relax them while they talked about any and everything.

“What do you wanna do in the morning?” Steele asked, rubbing soapy circles over Tech’s chest.

“I’m supposed to go to Chen’s, but I can call and cancel. It’s at noon since I don’t have a personal session.”

“No. Don’t do that. If you want to go, I can go with you. I’d love to see it.”

“Really? You want to go with me?” Tech asked eagerly.

“It’s important to you. It’s where you honed your skills to become the badass you are today. I’d be honored for you to show me where you’ve worked so hard the past couple years. Show me the designs your brilliant mind came up with for the program.” Steele ran his hands through Tech’s hair. “Then I think you should take me to those neighborhoods you marked last week. Since we have a few days, I want to take a look at some of them. I need my own place, baby. Need a lot more uninterrupted time with you.”

Tech craned his head to the side, looking up at Steele like he was the luckiest man in the world, but Steele felt like it was the other way around. Tech cupped his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. Steele held Tech’s palm, kissing his wrinkled fingers. “Let’s get out of this tub. We’re turning into raisins.”

Tech stood up and held his hand out to him. They dried off and pulled back the soft cotton sheets on the bed, climbing in right behind each other. Tech reached up and turned off the light on his side of the bed. Steele left the dim light of his bedside lamp on, wanting to see Tech’s face until he closed his eyes. He yawned at the thought of sleep. He’d gotten up early; it’d been a long day.

“You not going to sleep yet, are you?” Tech asked around a yawn.

“I think it was the bath. I’m feeling real relaxed right now.” Steele pulled Tech into his body, enclosing him in his warmth.

“Don’t you want me to—?”

“Shh. Sleep, armastaja.” Steele was already dozing.

“I want you to be satisfied,” Tech whispered, grinding his naked lower body on his thigh.

Steele popped him on the ass. “Be still. I’m satisfied just like this.”

Steele felt Tech smile against his chest. He waited until he heard Tech’s deep breathing before he succumbed to his own peace.

Steele was getting some of the best rest he’d ever had. In his subconscious, he knew he didn’t have to be anywhere early and he could feel his sweetheart in his arms. He teetered between half-asleep and half-awake for most of the night. He thought he was having a wet dream and might’ve even moaned a few times, he wasn’t sure and he didn’t care. Steele was warm and comfortable, the feeling of hands on him kept him on the edge of being fully awake, but would soothe him right back into slumber. He was floating in that lustful state where he thought he heard sounds of pleasure but wasn’t sure if it was him making them since he felt so good. His body was gently rocked back and forth like he was being lulled back to sleep every time he came to. He knew his dick was hard, he could feel the stimulation, the tingling in his balls, but his languid mood kept him from reaching for it, he was comfortable where his hands were. On supple, soft skin. His head rested on a fluffy pillow, his face nestled in silky hair. Steele wanted to stay like this for as long as he could.