Frog Prince

Part 2

Frog accompanied the prince back to his chambers. No one seemed to see the need for a separate room for such a small creature. Mycroft was preparing for his nightly bath. He had the bowl of water brought to his room so his new friend could be comfortable. He thought about asking if he wanted to join him in his bath, but not only would it seem perverse, but the oils were sure to harm his skin.

"What are you doing, highness?" asked the frog, eyeing the almost naked man.

"Preparing for my bath. I always taken one before I retire. I find it relaxes me enough to sleep."

"May I join you?" Frog asked.

"Is that one of your requests?" asked the prince, almost hoping it was something that simple.

"No. I thought you might want some company." Frog answered nonchalantly, turning to hop into his bowl of water.

Mycroft watch him splash listlessly around. 'Perhaps he is just as lonely as I am.' he thought. Before he could change his mine, he snatched the bowl and carried it into the bathing chamber. If a frog could yelp, he would have. He clung to the sides as the water sloshed from side to side.

"What are you doing?" Frog asked, trying to sound calm even though he was afraid the man would dump him in the soapy water.

The prince set the bowl gently on the edge of the tub. He had it specifically designed to be set in the floor with a wide, raised ledge. It was big enough and deep enough to hold three grown men. It even had a way to heat and drain the water. This was the one luxury he indulged in on a daily basis.

Mycroft dropped his robe and stepped into the tub. He let out a low moan of pleasure as he sank into the warm water. Froggie's eyes widened even more the instant the young man dropped his robe. The way the muscles in his bum flexed as he stepped down had him drooling. The sound coming from his mouth was positively obscene. He watched the prince before speaking.

"You bathe every night?"

Mycroft had settle under the water, till only his head was above the water. He laid it on the edge and closed his eyes. "Yes."

"Don't you have any other ways to relax before bed?" asked Frog coyly.

The prince opened his eyes to look at his companion. "What do you mean?" he questioned warily.

"Bed sport. Surly there's some fair wench that would love to participate with you."

Mycroft gasped at the boldness, but he shrugged it off. He was a frog and male. Of course he would be crude. He reached for a cloth and soap and began to lather it. Once he was satisfied, he began to run the cloth slowly over his arms and across his chest. Slowly over his rubbing across his pectorals and down his stomach.

"I'm sure there are, Froggie. However, I don't want a wench."

Frog gave a small croak at that news. Watching the sure strokes of the cloth across the sinfully firm chest was reeking havoc on him. "So a comely lad then?"

"Yes, but it is difficult to find on that can be discreet. Mummy is accepting, but there are a few court member that aren't so." The prince continued to wash. Pulling each leg up to run the cloth up and down long, ginger haired legs. He even washed each toe individually.

Frog cursed silently to himself. He shouldn't be getting turned on. Especially when he can't do anything about it. He didn't know how to answer so he just continued to watch his human.

It was when Mycroft washed his his hair that he came up with his first request. He would wait and see how things played out on the morrow. If all went well, then he was one day closer to his goal.