TrophOJ book i guess

A bath after a rainy day

HUMANIZED!!
Basically i love imagining that OJ enjoys cleaning Trophy up in a sort of way and Trophy lets him do so because he likes to chill in the bathtub/shower while not needing to do much
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Trophy sighed, he was soaking wet due to the rain.
"Fucking stupid rain.. ugh, i literally had to run back to the hotel because of it.." he groaned. annoyed, exhausted, and dirty all at the same time.
Trophy wasn't that far yet wasn't that close to the hotel either when the rain started. He went a little too far from the hotel, and he went far enough to make him run for his life just to get back.

He opened the hotel door, breathing heavily. Trophy also noticed only two people were downstairs, OJ was in the kitchen while Pickle played video games.
OJ looked to Trophy once he heard the door open, he put down whatever he was holding and immediately ran towards Trophy.
"Oh gosh- Trophy, are you okay?" Oj asked, a little concerned.
Trophy did have the urge to make a rude remark, but shaked it off and sighed "No..i'm completely drenched in rain water and dirt, and i'm EXHAUSTED from running." Trophy shivered, seeming tired even in his tone.

"Oh.. well, wait here, i'll go get a towel real quick..- You are WAY too wet too walk back to the bathroom." OJ told his BF, Trophy nodded then OJ ran upstairs to get a spare towel.
Trophy would wait for atleast 1 minute or so, And then OJ finally came back, bringing around two towels. Wrapping the towels on his head, and also his body "Thanks Babe.." Trophy mumbled, genuinely thanking OJ.
OJ nodded, grabbing Trophy by his hand and bringing him upstairs.
Once they made into the bathroom, OJ took off the towels and put them to the side, he walked over to the bathtub and filled it with warm water. Not too hot but not too cold, just the perfect temperature for Trophy.
OJ smiled "hey, you can step inside now." He said with a calm voice, not as awkward as usual. "Heh.. Hey OJ?" Trophy called out, a little quieter than his usual tone now.
OJ looked at Trophy "hm? what's up?" He answered before he was just about to leave.
Trophy sighed, a little embarrassed about what he was about to request, "Could you maybe..Help me? It's not that i can't bathe myself, it's just that the last time you bathed me, although weeks ago, felt pretty nice." Trophy said, a little nervous.
OJ chuckled, giving Trophy a smile "Oh, Of course! I don't mind at all! Here, let me help you undress." OJ replied gladly.

Trophy looked a little uneasy when OJ said the word 'undress', but said to himself "he won't hurt you, just trust him you dumbass.", Maybe a little too harsh to himself.
OJ helped Trophy take off his soaking wet shirt, and helped him aswell with his pants.
OJ put them aside and finally took Trophys boxers off. He brought Trophy towards the Bathtub and let Trophy step in.
"Wait here, alright hun?" OJ said, Trophy nodded, feeling a little more at ease.
OJ came back with some soap and shampoo, and also a rubber duck..for some reason.
"Here, have this rubber duck, it might get your mind off of things-" OJ said as he gave Trophy the ducky, trying his best to make Trophy feel better.
"pfttt- yeah, yeah, alright Babe." Trophy chuckled.

OJ first turned on the shower faucet then grabbed it and started to wash Trophys hair, he then put it back and turned it off, grabbed some shampoo and started to scrub Trophys hair.
Trophy was feeling relaxed, he felt nice in this situation, This was comforting in a way, and it's why Trophy asked in the first place.
OJ made it something he could actually enjoy and relax to instead of making him feel uneasy and uncomfy with the moment.

"I'll take my time to clean you, alright sweetheart?" OJ said, rinsing off the shampoo from Trophys hair not that long afterwards.
Trophy blushed at the pet name, but didn't show how he seemed slightly flustered. And kept the same face, in an attempt to hide it.
OJ chuckled "Hun, you don't need to hide it.. you're blushing, and you looks so adorable" OJ said, giving a little compliment and then putting his hand on Trophys cheek, rubbing it softly. And then he went back to rinsing Trophy off.
Afterwards, he grabbed some soap, and started to clean Trophy, starting from the neck.

Trophy tensed up a bit at the touch on his neck, although it was soft, his instincts made him move away a bit.
"Oh! Sorry Hun-" OJ apologized, grabbing him from the wrist and continued from his shoulder instead, starting from there down to his palm, he rubbed Trophys wrist calmly, then held Trophys hand, rubbing the palm with his thumb, attempting to calm Trophy down.
Trophy took a deep breath, he scooted back closer to OJ, giving a genuine little 'sorry' face. OJ gave Trophy a reassuring smile and shaked his head "I'm not mad Trophy..You don't need to be sorry."
Trophy looked up at OJ and let out his other arm for OJ to clean. OJ let go of Trophys palm and started to clean his other arm. Doing the same with it.

Afterwards, OJ slowly made his way to Trophys chest, making Trophy flinch and tense up once again. OJ Rubbed Trophys palm with the other hand once again in an attempt to calm him down, And it surely worked because Trophy started to calm down quickly.
OJ was cleaning Trophys back and chest, making sure not to touch anything that would make Trophy move away, as he didn't want to make him feel uneasy again.
As OJ kept soaping him, he made his way down, Trophy felt scared if OJ would touch that part of him, And to his surprise, he didn't. He just moved to the legs instantly, making Trophy let out a little sigh of relief. OJ attempted to continue instead of stopping to reply as he knew this was Trophys least favorite part.

Once OJ was done, he rinsed his hands and patted Trophy, washing off any access soap with the shower faucet.
OJ got his boyfriend out of the Bathtub, and gave him the towel, Trophy grabbed the towel and dried himself.
"I'll go get you new clothes, alright hun?" OJ said as he walked out of the bathroom to get some clothes.
Trophy nodded, still drying himself.
And once he finished, OJ brought back the clothes, he put it on the sink and walked out, saying something before walking out.
"Hey, once you finish putting on your clothes, i'll make you some toast with Blueberry jam, you can come downstairs later alright? I'll be in the kitchen." OJ told Trophy with a smile before he left and closed the door
"Oh, alright then, T-thanks OJ." Trophy replied, putting on his clothes and getting out of the bathroom, heading straight to the kitchen instantly, and once he was there OJ gave him some toast.
"Pickle isn't on the couch at the moment, so why don't we watch some films? I'm free anyways.. Heh-" OJ awkwardly suggested.
"Oh, Sure, i didn't use that TV in a long time anyways."
They both sat down, watching a few movies.

Trophy Snickered "Heh, Hey Babe, Look at this stupid-"
Turns out, OJ fell asleep on Trophys Shoulder.
"Awhh, you fucking cutie. Heh, well, i guess i'll bring you back to your room. You've done so much for me today." Trophy smiled, picking OJ up and bringing him to OJs room, and his food? He already put it away a few movies ago.
He put OJ on the bed then slept beside him, giving him a kiss on the forehead before so.

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HEHE NOW THEY SLEEP TOGETHER WHILE SNUGGLING EHEHEHHEHE 😻😻😻

I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM.