the chair. Neil made short work of pulling Kit’s sweats and underwear down and off. And if he noticed anything, he didn’t even admit it to himself.
“Okay.” Kit lowered himself down and reached a hand to the shower chair. “Once more.” He sounded just as clinical as Neil, or at the very least like he was trying to.
Neil swung Kit’s legs over the edge of the tub and settled them in what he hoped was a comfortable position. Then he pulled the shower curtain to give Kit some privacy. “I’ll be just on the other side of this if you need anything.”
“Good enough. Thanks.” Kit sounded a little relieved. “This won’t take long.” The sound of the water changed as Kit moved in the spray, presumably to get soap or shampoo. “I was right, by the way.”
“Right about what?”
“The water. It feels amazing.”
“That’s good.” Neil could just imagine the hot water running down over Kit’s body, washing the sweat away from his skin... He shook his head and turned to look at the toilet. There, that was unsexy. He didn’t know what was wrong with him today.
There were a few moments of silence from Kit and there was the unmistakable plop of soap suds hitting the tub. “Almost done, just need to rinse off.”
“Cool, take your time.” Neil was proud of the fact that he sounded perfectly normal.
“Mmm.” More soap hit the tub and Kit sighed, apparently content. “How come it feels so much better after working out than it does first thing in the morning?”
That had Neil chuckling. “Because the hot water eases the muscles you’ve worked on?” It had probably been a rhetorical question, but Neil couldn’t help answering anyway.
“I freaking love hot water.” Kit made another happy sound then shut off the water, the bathroom suddenly quiet save for the last few drips as the pipes drained. “That was awesome.”
“Cool.” He grabbed a towel from the rack on the back of the door and passed it around the curtain to Kit.
“Thanks.” The towel was taken and put to use, the shower curtain fluttering as Kit’s elbow knocked it. “I’m starving, now. You get a new job as soon as I’m out of here.” His voice became muffled and the shadow of his body showed he was drying his legs, bent at the waist. “You up for it?”
“Depends on what the job is.” Neil shooed his mind out of the gutter.
“Scullery maid cum sous chef. You get to be my minion.” Kit swept the curtain back, his towel in his lap. “It’s a crappy job, honestly.”
“If there’s food at the end of it, it’ll be worth it. I’m starving now, too.”
He pointed at the hamper where he’d dumped Kit’s clothing. “You have clean stuff you want me to fetch for you?”
“Oh. Crap, yeah. In my room, everything is in the dresser. Just a T-shirt and track pants, I guess. Unless you want me to dress up for our dinner, which is a whole other section of my room.” He wiped a few drops of water off his shoulders and winked. “The track pants are easier to get out of.”
Wow, Kit was actually flirting with him. It took Neil a moment to process that and reply. “It you get all dressed up, I’d be horribly under dressed, so there’s another vote for the track pants.”
“As long as we’re agreed.” Kit nodded at him and played with the hem of his towel. “I’ll be here when you get back. Promise.”
“What? Oh! Right.” He nodded, cursing himself as an idiot and hurried out to grab Kit’s clean clothes. He grabbed the first T-shirt and pair of track pants he found, not wanting to linger and invade Kit’s privacy any more than he had to.
True to his word, Kit was as he’d been when Neil left, though he was grinning. “Thanks. I know I shouldn’t tease, but sometimes it’s hard to resist.”
“No, no. I don’t mind. It just surprised me.” It was good actually, to see Kit feeling more at ease, happier.
“I’ll try to keep it under control.” Kit reached for the clothes, taking the T-shirt and
“Okay.” Kit lowered himself down and reached a hand to the shower chair. “Once more.” He sounded just as clinical as Neil, or at the very least like he was trying to.
Neil swung Kit’s legs over the edge of the tub and settled them in what he hoped was a comfortable position. Then he pulled the shower curtain to give Kit some privacy. “I’ll be just on the other side of this if you need anything.”
“Good enough. Thanks.” Kit sounded a little relieved. “This won’t take long.” The sound of the water changed as Kit moved in the spray, presumably to get soap or shampoo. “I was right, by the way.”
“Right about what?”
“The water. It feels amazing.”
“That’s good.” Neil could just imagine the hot water running down over Kit’s body, washing the sweat away from his skin... He shook his head and turned to look at the toilet. There, that was unsexy. He didn’t know what was wrong with him today.
There were a few moments of silence from Kit and there was the unmistakable plop of soap suds hitting the tub. “Almost done, just need to rinse off.”
“Cool, take your time.” Neil was proud of the fact that he sounded perfectly normal.
“Mmm.” More soap hit the tub and Kit sighed, apparently content. “How come it feels so much better after working out than it does first thing in the morning?”
That had Neil chuckling. “Because the hot water eases the muscles you’ve worked on?” It had probably been a rhetorical question, but Neil couldn’t help answering anyway.
“I freaking love hot water.” Kit made another happy sound then shut off the water, the bathroom suddenly quiet save for the last few drips as the pipes drained. “That was awesome.”
“Cool.” He grabbed a towel from the rack on the back of the door and passed it around the curtain to Kit.
“Thanks.” The towel was taken and put to use, the shower curtain fluttering as Kit’s elbow knocked it. “I’m starving, now. You get a new job as soon as I’m out of here.” His voice became muffled and the shadow of his body showed he was drying his legs, bent at the waist. “You up for it?”
“Depends on what the job is.” Neil shooed his mind out of the gutter.
“Scullery maid cum sous chef. You get to be my minion.” Kit swept the curtain back, his towel in his lap. “It’s a crappy job, honestly.”
“If there’s food at the end of it, it’ll be worth it. I’m starving now, too.”
He pointed at the hamper where he’d dumped Kit’s clothing. “You have clean stuff you want me to fetch for you?”
“Oh. Crap, yeah. In my room, everything is in the dresser. Just a T-shirt and track pants, I guess. Unless you want me to dress up for our dinner, which is a whole other section of my room.” He wiped a few drops of water off his shoulders and winked. “The track pants are easier to get out of.”
Wow, Kit was actually flirting with him. It took Neil a moment to process that and reply. “It you get all dressed up, I’d be horribly under dressed, so there’s another vote for the track pants.”
“As long as we’re agreed.” Kit nodded at him and played with the hem of his towel. “I’ll be here when you get back. Promise.”
“What? Oh! Right.” He nodded, cursing himself as an idiot and hurried out to grab Kit’s clean clothes. He grabbed the first T-shirt and pair of track pants he found, not wanting to linger and invade Kit’s privacy any more than he had to.
True to his word, Kit was as he’d been when Neil left, though he was grinning. “Thanks. I know I shouldn’t tease, but sometimes it’s hard to resist.”
“No, no. I don’t mind. It just surprised me.” It was good actually, to see Kit feeling more at ease, happier.
“I’ll try to keep it under control.” Kit reached for the clothes, taking the T-shirt and
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