The Professor Male Lead (3)

Arthur stood in front of the bathroom, flustered.

Although he had already known that living with a single adult man would have its difficulties and irritations, he had never thought it would be to this rate.

"Lancelot, can you come out by yourself?" Arthur held this very last expectation.

Lance's muffled voice came from inside.

"I don't want to! I don't want to!"

Alright. It looked like it was up to him.

Arthur came to a compromise, he pulled up his sleeves, and entered the already unlocked bathroom.

The bathroom had its own tub. Lance had turned on the hot water and adjusted the temperature to one he felt satisfactory.

"Lancelot Mayfield, it's time for bed, get up."

When Arthur came in, he realized that Lance had already drenched the bathroom floors in water as he lay in the tub naked. 

Chestnut, straight hair neatly coiffed to reveal a skinny, friendly face. Clear hazel eyes, set narrowly within their sockets, as he stared dreamily over the tub at him in confusion. 

And his body was as pale as snow with a small burn mark on his left arm.

 Lance wasn't particularly attractive or gorgeous..just slightly pleasant looking.

Arthur coughed before reaching out to close the tap to stop the water from flowing out of the bathtub.

"Hehe, Arthy, come..join me..."

Lance reached his hand out and held Arthur's hand, hugging it to his chest.

Arthur's palm was very warm. 

His upper body that was exposed to the air was a little cold so holding the warmth felt very good.

Arthur sensitively felt two bumps sticking onto his arm and his hand shook back, causing the water in the tub to fall onto him.

"Lancelot Mayfield. I request you to not get me wet!" 

Lance absent-mindedly said while clumsily trying to stand up.

"How about you take off your wet clothes and take a bath with me?"

This was the first time Lance had taken the initiative of letting a guy see his own body. 

Even though his body was nothing outstanding for a man to see and it especially didn't matter for a straight guy like Arthur to see it.

"There's no need to. I can do that myself."  Arthur sighed and calmly refused.

How could Lance let this happen? He took advantage of his distraction and scooped up some water to splash onto him.

The System or SMS unexpectedly appeared: [Player, what are you doing...?]

Lance drunkenly replied to the system in his head, I'm showing him how to have fun.

Lance even stepped forward, covered in soapy foam, and hung his hands around Arthur's chest, rubbing himself here and there.

"Don't mess around, Lancelot!"

Arthur was soaked from head to toe because he couldn't stop him in time.

"Pa!"

Feeling an abrupt smack from his ass. Lance became still.

Arthur was also silent.

Did he just hit Lance's ass?

"You hit me..you hit me..!"

Lance wailed out loud to hide his shame.

How, how could this person just casually hit a man's ass. 

Now that he was in his late twenties, this was the first time someone had hit him in the ass. It was simply too humiliating.

Arthur washed his fingers immediately in the water filled tub.

The soft, perky feeling lasted on, pushing a weird emotion in his heart that he hadn't had the time to think when Lance started whimpering.

"Sorry, Lancelot. I didn't mean to hit you."

Lance covered his face, it was depressing to be smacked in the butt by a man!

"You don't like me, do you?"

"Lance, you're drunk, how about we get you dry first?" Arthur hastily explained.

He took a look at his own drenched clothes and thought that it didn't make a difference whether he took a bath now or later.

Seeing Lance curling up in the tub.

 He said while taking the soaking wet shirt off, "Alright. Let's bathe quickly and end today's matter."

Lance gradually stopped weeping and enlarged his eyes behind the cracks of his fingers, peeking at the muscular man exposed before him.

A full 6 pack set of abs.

Lance couldn't help himself and swallowed his drool silently.

The male lead is straight! The male lead is straight! Lance mumbled in his head even though he was drunk to eliminate all the dirty thoughts he was having.

Arthur turned around and saw Lance still covering his face in sadness.

He quickly strode into the tub, gently persuading him.

"Look. Aren't I taking a bath with you? Come on, you'll get sick."

Lance took his hands off, his little bright red face exposed as he nodded.

"Then Lancy will help Arthy wash!"

After he said this, he didn't wait for Arthur to object and held up the soap from the counter and started rubbing the man's body.

"Lance…" Arthur started speaking but only felt his throat getting scratchy.

Lance rolled his eyes in his heart, however his hand didn't stop as he smeared soap over Arthur's body.

While smearing, he thought to himself of how rigid the male lead was, he needed to educate this man to be happy not only when he fucked the female lead!