Lust and Chastity (Lust Series- Book 1)

Ch 06

Quinton woke up with the first rays of the rising sun the following morning. He rubbed the sleep from his face and shifted into a sitting position before standing up. The Unicorn's breath hitched when he caught sight of his guest, having briefly forgotten that the teenager was even there. As he peered over to the other mattress, he felt a surge of warmth at the sight. The Nightmare's pewter hair splayed across the pillow, and his body was all wrapped up in the blanket like a little burrito. He let out a soft snicker and gently ruffled the top of Synan's head before going to the shower.

The Nightmare woke up blearily a while later when he heard the spray of water. He sat up and stretched, heading for the bathroom himself. He stripped out of his clothes, setting them next to the sink so that he could wash them later. Synan yawned widely before climbing into the shower with Quinton.

"Mornin'," The Nightmare greeted as he scratched his tummy sleepily.

"Whoa!" The Unicorn jumped back, hitting the shower wall clumsily. "Good morning? I would have given you a turn in the shower, you know..." He half groaned.

He finished rinsing himself off and handed the glycerin soap to Synan, intending to leave.

"It's all good," Synan said in a sleepy manner as he started to soap up. "I'm used to the public bath houses. I can't remember the last time I bathed alone."

Quinton inwardly winced. "Do you...need me to stay, then?" If the Nightmare was uncomfortable bathing alone, then he didn't want to cause him that kind of discomfort.

Synan blinked at the Unicorn, his brain finally waking up. He paused his lathering and stared at Quin.

"Shit," the Nightmare swore as he finally realized it. "You wanted to shower by yourself, didn't you? Damn, I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking." He groaned. "I should not be allowed around normal people," he muttered under his breath.

The Nightmare reached for the shower curtain so Sy could leave Quin to finish his shower in peace. He would wipe any leftover soap off himself with his shirt. It needed to be washed anyway.

"Hey, no. Wait," Quin called out as he gently held one of Sy's elbows. "I'm all done." He placed a hand on the Nightmare's hip and carefully maneuvered him until he was back in the spray of the water. He then leaned down to whisper in his ear. "All yours." The blond gave Sy a kiss on the cheek and then gingerly stepped out of the shower to dry himself. "Stay there. I'm going to find you a clean towel." He said as he opened the drawers beneath the sink and retrieved the fluffiest towel he could find, placing it on top of the toilet seat for him.

The teenager wasn't long in the shower. His hair was short on the sides but longer on the top. He usually kept it in a faux hawk, but after washing, the longer hair hung in his eyes. The Nightmare turned off the water and peeked out past the curtain.

He was alone.

Synan found the fresh towel. It was so soft that he just nuzzled his face into it for a moment. The teen smiled and dried himself off. His clothes had disappeared from by the sink, so he wrapped the thick towel around his waist.

The Nightmare found Quinton in the other room, scooting the mattress so it wasn't so much in the way.

"Umm, hey." Synan pushed pewter-hued hair out of his eyes again, the towel slipping low on his hips. "My clothes? I don't have anything else. I was going to wash them in the sink and then use what little magic I have to dry them."

"Oh, I put them in the wash," Quin replied. He ended up doing a double take when he saw the state of young Nightmare. Averting his gaze, he handed Synan a set of the smallest clothes he had. "Try these on. If you don't like them, you can always wear your clothes when they've dried."