Beneath The Surface (Barcode Tinnasit x Jeff Satur Boy's Love)

Clean Up on Aisle Tinnasit 🔞

Jeff

Shit.

Jeff could see the panic forming in Barcode's eyes as he realized their predicament.

"Helloooo?" Ta calls again, rapping his knuckles impatiently upon the bathroom door. "What's taking so damn long?"

"Um, just one minute!" Barcode rasps, watching as Jeff proceeded to pump several mounds of scented hand soap into his palm before swiftly turning the glass knob of the faucet.

While erasing the scent of their sex from the air entirely was slim, he needed to mask the scent of semen somehow before opening the door.

"Don't panic," Jeff whispers in the boy's ear, allowing the hot water to run over the thick pile of suds. As the bubbles deteriorate the room is gradually filled with the floral scent of hand soap.

"But what do we do about..." Barcode's voice trails off as his eyes direct down to their entangled legs. The remnants of their orgasms still painted Barcode's lower stomach and thighs with a thick trail of milky cum. 

Shit.

How the hell was he supposed to get rid of the evidence? Even if he wiped them both off with paper towels, the scent would still linger in the trash can. As Jeff attempted to formulate a resolution Barcode's dark eyes flickered up to meet his gaze expectantly, begging him for an answer. 

"P'Jeff?" Barcode whispers pleadingly, tightening his grip against the fabric of his shirt in a manner that made the man's heart skip a beat. How was he supposed to think straight when the boy clinging to him was half-clothed, speckled in semen, and still flushed from the pleasure of his recent orgasm? 

"I'm still waiting..." Ta's voice echoes from the other side of the bathroom door. "Everything okay in there, Tinnasit?"

Jeff knew he had to do something. But what?

Barcode 

"P'Jeff?" Barcode whispers pleadingly, tightening his grip against the fabric of Jeff's shirt.

"I'm still waiting..." Ta's voice echoes from the other side of the bathroom door. "Everything okay in there, Tinnasit?"

"Y-yes, everything's fine."  Barcode stammers aloud, shifting uneasily as Jeff leaned him against the ledge of the sink. 

"Can you stand for me?" Jeff questions huskily into his ear, brushing his lips across the side of his temple. 

While the tone of Jeff's beautiful voice made the boy quake he nods, using the sink as leverage to slowly shift his legs from Jeff's waist before situating his feet back onto the ground. 

"Can you uh... give me a few more minutes?" Barcode calls out tentatively to Ta, watching as Jeff resituated his own clothing. 

Despite his attempts to remain calm, Barcode could feel his pulse accelerating. How was he supposed to explain being alone in the bathroom for this long with P'Jeff? Even if he did say the two were just talking, the evidence of their actions remained speckled on his clothes. The only thing that kept his heart stable was the sensation of Jeff's beautiful dark eyes locked in his own. No matter how dire the circumstances were, there was something comforting about losing himself in those dark inky pools. The strength and stability Barcode found in Jeff's gaze assured him that no matter what happened, everything would be okay as long as they remained together.

"A few more minutes?" Ta questions in a tone that reeked of sarcasm. "Dude...It's already been half an hour. Either you just took the dump of a lifetime or you're having a breakdown in there. Which one is it?"