GERBERT | .because you stop the noise

30Oct2025 - HIM

The bath water was that gross lukewarm temperature, swirling milky around their limbs. They had been in there for two long and they both knew it, but it was okay because they didn't even have to speak; They just had to sit there. Besides the water, all they heard was each other's breathing.

Gerard was sat with his back to Bert's chest, both hands resting on his husband's hairy knees and his head resting back against his collarbone. Bert's eyes fell on Gerard's toes sticking out from just under the water. It provoked the warmest sigh of contentment.

It was time they got out and probably put some clothes on, though neither particularly felt like it. Far far too lazy and weirdly comfortable in the cooling water. As hard as Gerard fought it... slowly thoughts of work began to crawl forward and disrupt the peace.

Bert's chest expanded slowly with a deep inhalation and released even slower into Gerard's neck. He knew Gerard would be thinking about getting out right about now. He knows his man better than anyone. "Five more minutes, Pretty." Bert broke the silence for a small plea.

"I'm a prune." Gerard hadn't even opened his eyes but he knew what his skin must look like right now. A tiny little lazy smile crept up on his face feeling Bert lift his right hand and proceed to kiss his fingertips one by one.

Gerard's fingers were indeed pruned and dripped diluted soap water over Bert's lips and chin.

Once Gerard opened his eyes, he, not for the first time, nor insignificantly, noticed the differences between their skin. Bert's tattooed hand reached for Gerard's left to kiss those fingers as well. It all made the older man blush despite himself.

It didn't go unnoticed by his husband as he placed kisses to Gerard's temple through his greying hair "I'm going to get those toes next."

Gerard snorted, "Don't you dare, Mister."  and play kicked a bit at Bert's feet.

"Ouch, damn, baby." Bert giggled, trying to restrain Gerard.

"That's what you get."

"For what?"

Bert's eyes fell closed receiving a warm little kiss to the jaw, "For being so damn good-lookin." Gerard closed his hand around Bert's and gifted his knuckles with a little kiss.

An obvious sign to Bert that his husband would be exiting the bath, to his dismay. Regardless, he let a very evil chuckle escape him, which perplexed Gerard. That is until Gerard's first attempt at climbing out of the bath and he realised why the cheeky fuck looked so smug all of a sudden.  "There isn't a modest way of doing this is there?"

Bert bit his lip, giggling, "No Sir." and laid back completely relaxed as if preparing to watch his favorite film, "Go ahead."

Dagger eyes aimed at Bert as Gerard twisted and turned, trying his best to avoid a gratuitous display. Not a bad execution, though there were a few slip ups to which his husband was immediately drawn.

Once out, Gerard felt more comfortable with being naked. "You know... it's not that my ass and junk are out. It's the bending, I think. Very undignified."

"Uh huh." But Bert didn't care. Context is of no matter when he gets to see Gerard's skin. He pretended to close his eyes and rest a bit more in the water.

Gerard stepped into his post-bathing routine, just standing there at the mirror going from brushing his teeth to applying face cream and inspecting his face. 

It started at the heels of his feet. His husband observed his ankles, up his calves, the soft pillows of flesh behind his knees and further up of course. Gerard has very straight legs. Muscular in all the right places - soft and fleshy in the absolute best places.

Gerard leaned on his right hip with a half irritated sigh, unaware of the eyes admiring his form.

The admiration continued as Bert located all his favourite moles and beauty spots, dimples and creases in the skin. All that is there to work individually as little happy pills for Bert to take.

The adorable handfuls of fat on his body is the best thing. He'd lost a lot of weight in the last few years, but seemed to be picking a little up again. Bert loves to press his face into Gerard's skin and make out with any part he can roll or fold, so he would never complain. Bert himself had picked up quite a few pounds.

Gerard flexed his toes. He was tired and in no mood to be in his office today. So he stood there, staring himself down, inspecting everything facial pore and messing with his hair. The man looked increasingly disappointed the longer he looked at himself.

That is until his eyes caught the reflection of Bert in the mirror. And that looks Bert had on his face could only provoke a very amused snort, "You just been watching me this whole time?" as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand and sighed out a tired giggle.

The sound from Bert's throat started as a crack. He hadn't been prepared to speak; Far too enthralled by the skin of his one and only lover. Decade upon decade and he still tastes just as perfect as he always has. "Am I not allowed to today?"

"I didn't say that." Gerard suppressed his blush, cleared his throat and turned with a swish to stare Bert down. Completely nonchalant, even though the whole front of his body was on display. Gerard took a seat on the edge of the tub and reached down slowly into the murky water.

Bert took a breath and held it.

But Gerard yanked the plug and a terrible drain screech forced Bert back into focus.

The older man stood up watching the water drain, revealing more and more of his husband's body. And more and more of a slightly more enthused appendage. The owner of which raised his brows, perhaps hopefully.

Gerard returned the raised brow, "That thing right there is neither my doing, nor my responsibility, dude. I got deadlines."

Defeated, "It's a love boner anyway... Not a sex one."

"Oh yeah?" Gerard bit his lip and turned back to the mirror to check the time on Bert's watch. " "You telling me you don't wanna fuck?"

Bert's eyes blew open. Pure joy pouring from every cell in his body.

"Love boner, my ass" Gerard chuckled, "Get dressed, baby. Play time's over and your daughters needs pickin' up from school."