“Hmmm. So is your plan to visit my demon hole?”
“You mean your bruised bagel?” Sebastian laughed. “Your back door banana belly button?”
“My winking Cyclops?” Caleb smiled as he spoke.
“I love whatever name we call it.”
Caleb moaned. “You want to use more than one finger and soap in there?”
Sebastian kissed Caleb, leaning away to break the kiss, then answered. “You are one fucking hot sexy man.”
Caleb grabbed Sebastian’s face back into his, with both hands, and kissed him, moving his body against Sebastian’s, and ground his hips on Sebastian’s. Caleb broke away to turn off the showerhead. “Did you soap me clean?”
“Clean as a whistle.”
Caleb pulled the shower curtain back and stepped over, offering his hand to Sebastian so he could leave the tub too. But rather than placing both feet on the small carpet, Sebastian threw his legs around Caleb’s waist and his arms around Caleb’s neck.
“Carry me to bed,” whispered Sebastian.
“Sure, but I have a better idea,” winked Caleb.