He hefted his book bag higher on his shoulder and went inside, flipping on the light switch at the entrance. He made sure to leave it on, so Brian would know he was inside. Your car might be another indicator you’re here, moron. Sway ventured into the kitchen, hurrying and yanking a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. He was moving around as if he was sneaking, as if he wasn’t allowed in there. Sway chuckled at himself. The week had been a long and stressful one. What he needed was a steaming hot shower and dinner. Then Brian.
Sway thought about using the guest bath but quickly changed his mind. Everything was so neat and tidy in there, so he opted for Brian’s master bath which looked clean but well-used. Sway found himself fingering Brian’s toiletries. Noting the brands he preferred. He picked up a lotion in an all-black bottle with an elegant script across the label that read, Kenneth Cole. Sway inhaled deeply, recognizing the scent and exactly where Brian liked to wear it. He wanted to explore some more but he didn’t want to get caught snooping, which wasn’t what he was doing. More like being curious. He pulled out his change of clothes and started the shower, but when his eyes caught on the massive Jacuzzi tub, he quickly diverted.
“I’m sure you won’t mind, babe.” Hell, he didn’t know when Brian was getting home, so he’d make himself comfortable just like he’d been instructed to.
Sway filled the tub—which took a minute—then pressed the button to start the jets. “Oh, hell yes.” He’d always dreamed of having one of these in his own home. He had no doubt they would soothe his aching— “Ahhhh, yes. Oh God that’s good.” Sway sank into the tub, the steaming hot water rising over his pebbled nipples.
He rested his head back against the cushioned lip of the tub and let the pulsing jets do their thing. It wasn’t long before his eyes were getting heavy and his body felt weightless. He was relaxed, finally. He just might take Tweetie up on her offer tonight after all because he wanted nothing more than to climb in that huge bed and curl up under Brian’s warmth and protection.
Brian
Brian sighed dramatically then smiled at his silliness when he pulled his Mustang in beside Sway’s Impala. He glanced at the dark vehicle, then at his house. The foyer light was on, and the kitchen light as well. Brian sat in his car for a moment. He didn’t know it would feel like this. Is that what Ford felt like, coming home every night to Dana? To a home. To a partner.
Brian got out and locked up. He took his duffle bag out of the trunk with his more powerful weapons and surveillance gear. He checked the fake stone before he went inside just to see if Sway returned it … he had. Brian didn’t let that bring down his elation that Sway was indeed there. Like always, he checked behind him before he closed himself in his home.
Immediately, he heard his tub whirring. Brian smiled and headed quickly in that direction, not bothering to remove his coat, boots, anything. He needed to see Sway. Now. Brian went into his room, noticing Sway’s bag at the foot of his bed and some comfy clothes laid out on top of the comforter. Lounging clothes. Was he staying? It was chilly in the room, so Brian tossed some wood into the fireplace and got it going before he went towards the master bath.
Sway was just turning off the jets as Brian stood in the doorway, quietly watching. Sway’s back was to him. His hair was slicked, appearing darker when wet. Gorgeous, flushed, pearly skin. Sharp shoulder blades, beautiful sleek muscles down his back, narrowing right before his plump ass. Brian’s mouth watered at the sight of those cheeks reddened from the hot water. Fine brown hairs started at the base of his spine and fanned out over his ass, the blonde hairs only now noticeable because Sway was soaking wet. Before Sway could turn around, Brian walked over to the towel warmer and took out two large bath sheets.
“Brian. Jesus. You almost gave—” Sway stopped mid-sentence either from the look of unabashed hunger in Brian’s eyes or the tender way that Brian wrapped the first towel around Sway’s waist, never breaking eye contact with him. Then he took the second towel and draped it over Sway’s shoulders. He fisted the towel and pulled Sway towards him, his eyes eating up every surprised, warm emotion that Sway displayed. “Feels good.”
Was Sway talking about the warmed towels, the hot tub, or Brian’s arms?
“I missed your arms around me,” Sway admitted, falling onto Brian’s chest. Sway leaned against him heavily as if he’d been waiting on this one particular moment all week.