Paint the town blue

Chapter XXX

Charles's POV

My morning started at lunch, because last night turned out to be quite...eventful, so it wasn't just my whim to sleep it off, but a necessity.

I woke up feeling a pleasant weight on me. I really didn't want to, but I still opened my eyes and smiled when I saw Max sleeping peacefully. He hugged me across my stomach, and his breath tickled my ear pleasantly.

Yesterday afternoon I felt bad because of the temperature, but today there is no trace of my sickness. Maybe last night was good for me and kinda...healing? True, now my lower back aches a bit, but this pain is even pleasant, considering all the circumstances that caused it.

I smiled at my thoughts and wanted to carefully get up from the couch to go and take a shower while Max was sleeping, but as soon as I slightly moved his hand from my stomach, he immediately hugged me tightly again.

"Maxie, will you let me take a shower?"

He grunted indistinctly and rubbed his slightly stubbly cheek against my shoulder. I laughed softly and called him a hedgehog, and he repeated this action again and smiled, finally opening his eyes.

"Why do you need a shower? Let's roll around a bit more."

"Let's take a shower first, and then lie down again?"

"Nah, it won't be the same anymore."

He kissed me gently on the cheekbone and smiled, hugging me tighter and showing that he was clearly not going to let me go anywhere. I know perfectly well that it is useless to argue with him, so I didn't resist, but decided to act more cunningly.

I tipped Max onto his back, and I carefully sat astride his hips. He looked at me in surprise and was even a little confused, because he hadn't fully woken up yet. I leaned over and kissed him briefly on his lower lip, then lightly biting it, and Max apparently began to come to his senses, because his hands were on my hips again.

Putting my hands on his cheeks, I smiled and drew him into a gentle and lingering kiss, to which he responded without hesitation. He was stroking my hips leisurely, now and then squeezing my buttocks with his palms, and I stroked his shoulders with one hand, and ran the other into his hair. At some point, I bit him lightly on his lower lip again and pulled his hair slightly, to which Max groaned hollowly, causing me to smile contentedly. Reluctantly, I pulled away from his lips and said with a sly smile:

"Do you want to take a shower together?"

Max was clearly interested in my proposal and he nodded slowly in agreement, all the while keeping an attentive look at me. I kissed him again, but this time briefly, then I pulled away and quickly got off the couch, taking the sheet with me.

"It's a pity that there is no room for two in the shower here."

I laughed softly, glancing at the puzzled Max on the couch, and somehow hobbled out of the room. Damn cast, it turned my flirtations into some kind of circus with a lame horse.

I was a little surprised that Max didn't jump up after me, but stayed lying down, but I can understand him - he hadn't really woken up yet, and I had already straddled him. Even if it's not like it was last night.

Having reached the bathroom, I didn't close the door behind me and sat down on the side of the bathtub. Still, the house is old and a comfortable shower cabin is out of the question here, so I took a shower standing in the bathtub all the time before. Because of my injury, it's not so convenient to do this now, but I don't have to choose.

While I was sitting thinking about the future shower, Max came into the bathroom and folded his arms across his chest. I looked at him and smiled - he was wearing nothing but underwear. Apparently, he picked it up from the floor when he decided to join me in the bathroom.