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"What did you think I meant?"

"Idunno. Something dirty."

"Calm down,"he smiled. "Dirty comeslater."

He scrubbedmy body with the sponge, and then even shampooed my hair. I closed my eyes, unable not to fall into a state of relaxation as he massaged his fingers through my hair. Then he moved his hands down, massaging the soap into my neck and shoulders. He went down further still, to my arms, and my chest. My cock throbbed expectantly, but he teased me by skirting around the area, moving to my thighs and the rest of my legs. Then he turned the shower on and rinsed the soap off, taking care to wash all of the shampoo from my hair. My eyes still closed, I gasped as I felt a warm sensation play across my nipple. His tongue circled my right one, then my left and then he began to kiss his way down my chest. When he reached my stomach, he took time to kiss each of my abs. He was taking his sweet time getting down to my cock, and he knew it was driving me crazy. He kissed my inner thigh, and then the other, and for a second I considered twisting my hips and slapping him on the side of the head with my cock as punishment for teasing me, but refrained with a privatesmile.

Then,the tip of his tongue nipped my balls, sending a tingling shiver up through my entire body. I gasped and squirmed, waiting for more, but there wasnothing.

"Keep your eyes closed,"he said, and I did. A moment later, there was another playful lick on my balls. My cock bounced as I tightened my muscles in surprise. With all the anticipation, I could feel the precome that was beading up at the tip, probably dripping down into thewater.

Suddenly,my cock was enveloped in a tight warmth, like being dipped into warm cream. My knees shook and I cried out and reached out to steady myself against the wall. Even with that incredible explosion of pleasure, I kept my eyes shut. I heard the bathwater moving gently, the only evidence of Arthur's movements. Otherwise, it just felt like unexplainable pleasure on my cock. At times, it felt like he was stroking me, other times sucking me. I had no idea what he could be doing to make me feel this good, and I didn't dare open my eyes to ruin the secret. I ran my hand back through my hair, laughing with amazement at how damn good itfelt.

"Arthur,that's so good... Oh shit, keep doing that. Ohfuck, I'm going to comesoon."

Iheardhim murmur in response; a happy, encouraging sound. I groaned as the climax hit me, bursting through my mind and my body like the trembling roar of an engine. I tossed my head back as the sensation rolled on, and Arthur continued to pleasure me. My legs trembled and shook, and I had to take a step back to stop myself from getting overwhelmed. I opened my eyes, and Arthur was there on his knees in front of me, licking his lips. Slowly, I lowered myself into the bath. My head spun like I'd just sprinted amile.

"Hounds of Hell,"I sighed, sinking down into the water to my chin. "That wasgood."

He came forwardthrough the water and kissed me. "Relaxed?" heasked.

"Incredibly,"I said. "But not so relaxed that I can't do this." I reached my hand through the water and took hold of his heavy cock, which hung just below the surface. His eyelids drooped sensuously as I stroked him, his lips parting just slightly to let out a contentedsigh.

"Ah..."

Ileaned forwardand silenced him with a kiss. Then, with his cock still in my grasp, I turned around onto my knees and presented myself to him. I guided him forward, pulling him up to my entrance, and Arthur went the rest of the way himself. He took me by the waist and inched his way forward, pushing into me, inch by inch, until he finally reached thehilt.

"Oh, shit..."he murmured, and then slowly began to move his hips. Back and forth, back and forth. The water in the bathtub rocked with our movements, building momentum as he increased his speed and ferocity until it sloshed up like waves breaking on a wall. I pulled the plug, and the water slowly drained as he fuckedme.

The slapsof skin against skin echoed through the tiled bathroom, and hearing those obscene noises only turned me on even more. A small whirlpool formed around the drain. The water level lowered, Arthur went harder. I lowered my head to the floor and pushed my ass up towards him, opening myself up more for his hardlength.

He squeezedmy ass to signal his nearing climax, and I felt his cock throb deep inside me as he made one final thrust. It continued to pulse with the waves of his orgasm, and the sound of our heavy breaths filled the room. We stayed locked like that for a moment, too taken by the pleasure of it all to even consider moving. Then, slowly, he withdrew from me, and I could feel his overflow spilling out of me, a delicious warmth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, grinning as Idid.

"Are you relaxed?"I askedhim.

"Absolutely,"hebreathed.

We collapsedinto the covers together, still naked. I nuzzled up to him and he put his arm around me. We both sighed, sleepy and happy, and burrowed deep into those welcoming blankets. I felt like I was glowing with warmth and love, like nothing in the universe could get any better than this. I lay there, feeling the embrace of sleep slowly drawing me in. I felt so safe with him. I remembered that thing that I'd been too nervous to tell him the other day, and gathered my courage. Why was I afraid to say it? It wasn'tthatbig a deal, and yet itwas.

"Hey,"I said, "So that thing I was going to tell you the other day... I want to tell it to younow."

Iwas met with silence. "Arthur?"I asked, softly. I turned to look at his face and saw that he was asleep, his lips parted slightly as he breathed. He looked so peaceful. I knew how beat he was—we both were. I kissed his lips. They were soft on mine, and they unconsciously returned the kiss. He murmured in his sleep, and I kissed him again before relaxing into the pillow and closing my eyes. Within seconds, I wasout.

* * *

IwatchedArthur's bike running tandem next to two ghost bikes on the monitors, one belonging to Gregor, the other belonging to a local champion who had consistently come up on top against Gregor every time they'd raced at White Tree. Arthur was still struggling, but he was more determined than ever. And we were right—seeing this new race record was unveiling so many things about Gregor's technique. It was revealing to see how differently Gregor raced when he was up against someone he had a weakness against. It was obvious how fragile he was, how easily he could be shaken when not at thetop.

"He just made a mistake,"Arthur said. "Did you seethat?"

"Idid,"I replied. "Went too hard on the brake. I can see him. I know exactly what was going through his head at that moment. He was furious about not anticipating the other racer in that turn. He's getting himself all workedup."

"Shit.He's still damn good,though."

Iwatchedas the three bikes swung another hard corner, the new bike hugging the turn sharply and coming in the lead. Arthur pulled out last, just barely behind Gregor's. By the end of the lap, he pulled in neck and neck with him. I jogged over to meet him, and we took a moment to go over the race together, studying the technique of the new racer. Then Arthur went again. This time, we picked a different record from a different racer who had a perfect win record againstGregor.

Icould see him improving.I could tell that a certain pressure that'd been there earlier was gone, now that he was free from Gregor'sghost.