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Owen knocked on the door of Wyatt and waited as he heard Wyatt call out that he was coming. A couple seconds later, Wyatt opened the door and smiled at him brightly, immediately opening the door and ushering him inside. Owen walked inside and sat his overnight bag down on the counter of the kitchen, turning around to take in Wyatt's appearance under the fluorescent lighting with appreciation in his eyes. Even in just a fluffy robe, he looked more beautiful than anyone Owen had ever seen. His blonde hair was hanging down around his face, light gunmetal blue eyes still lined with liner, his pouty lips drawn into a cute little half smirk. 

"Perfect timing, I just started the bath," Wyatt said with a playful look in his pretty yes. Wyatt reached forward and grabbed onto his arm and tugged him towards his bedroom. Owen laughed a little and followed behind him, stopping once they reached the bathroom. Owen looked around it, his eyes widening a little bit. Wyatt immediately turned to face him and tugged the knot out of his robes tie, letting it fall down to the ground. Owen's eyes ran over Wyatt's bare skin hungrily, his eyes narrowing in on his nipples--different rings this time, little white roses with skeleton faces on them, little stems at the bottom of the flowers. It was cute, kind of playful and Owen couldn't help but smile a little. 

The naval ring he'd put in was dangly and pretty, eye-catching against his pale skin--it was a black curved barbell, with a deep purple gem, a pentagram dangling charm, with a purple cylindrical gem hanging down from it, with a dragon curled around it. Owen wasn't sure when he'd started paying so much attention to piercings, but he found himself a little excited when Wyatt gave him a peek at his. Owen knew that Wyatt changed his nipple rings daily because he sent him a lot of pictures shirtless, nearly daily good morning pictures featuring him shirtless or teasing him with little half-peeks. 

Wyatt had to know what he was doing to him, and Owen absolutely loved it. Owen watched as Wyatt slipped out of his briefs, smirking up at him as his cock slipped into view. Owen flushed a little and pulled his shirt over his head, listening to the splash from Wyatt stepping into the bathtub. Owen glanced over Wyatt who lounged back in the bathtub, the water still running, filling up the tub with water and bubbles. The room was filled with the scent of flowers--Owen couldn't really be sure the exact kind, but it obviously was coming from the bubble bath Wyatt had poured into the water.

Once Owen was naked, he walked forward and Wyatt scooted forward, giving him room to climb in behind him. Owen sat down and rested his back against the smooth granite tub, sighing comfortably when Wyatt turned off the water and leaned back against his chest. Wyatt grabbed one of the wine glasses off of the lip of the tub, taking a sip of it as he sighed softly. 

"How was basketball?" Wyatt asked playfully, and Owen shrugged a little as he put one of his hands on Wyatt's stomach and took the other wine glass, much less elegantly than Wyatt had managed. 

"It was fine, I guess. My team was outnumbered so we got our asses kicked," Owen said with a laugh before he took a sip of the wine, the bitterness hitting his tongue a little before it faded away and he tasted the sweetness of it. He definitely preferred white wine to red wine, it was a lot less... bitter in his opinion. "How was practice? Did ya make it there safely?" Owen asked worriedly, and Wyatt nodded his head with a giggle. 

"By the time I got to the dance studio, everyone was already practicing, but yeah, I got there safely." Wyatt said with a little smile. "I got lectured because I was late, but once I explained that I was chased by fans, I was let off the hook." Wyatt said easily, turning his head to look up at him over his shoulder with that cute little smile turning up the corners of his lips while his free hand covered Owen's hand on his stomach, tracing his fingers over the back of his hand gently. 

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