Relax

Bubble Baths

I'm exhausted. My classes have been pushing me to my absolute limits the last couple of weeks. For some reason, all of my professors have upped the amount of homework they are giving out and are crunching all of the due dates so that they all fall into the same few days. I have done nothing but type, review, and print up until today. Finally... finally, I have a day to relax. 

Dragging my feet along with me, I stop at the apartment door. My head falls against the white wood with a loud thump. I hope the neighbors aren't home, that's the last thing I need right now. Before I can take the keys out of my pocket, the door swings open and I fall forward. 

Two small hands catch me as I fall into a chest. The packed muscle takes me by surprise for a second. How long has it been since I've touched Can's chest? Has he really been working out that much? Can's hands cradle me gently into him while moving us away from the door. He uses one hand to close the door behind us. 

"You're gonna hurt your head if you keep doing that. Then what are you going to rely on, huh?" Can teases me lightly, trying to make me loosen up. I know what he's trying to do and I hate to admit that it's working. "Come on, babe. Let me help you relax. It's gonna happen sooner or later, big guy." 

He's tugging on my shirt, pulling it from my pants. Normally I would be turned on by him tearing my clothes off of me but now I don't have the energy to be flirtatious. My button up is popped open and thrown across the room along with my belt. Can crouches down forcefully pulling my shoes off of my feet. I stand still as he works my socks off. Finally, he looks up at me from the ground. His soft smile slowly turns into a smirk as he lifts up the bottom of my white tank top. He leaves three soft kisses just under my navel. I melt into the kisses lazily. It's been so long since I've had my Cantaloupe to myself. 

Can doesn't indulge me any further though. Instead, he finishes pulling up my tank top and adds it to the pile of clothes on the entrance floor. He stands back up to take my hands and pull me into the bathroom. I'm ordered to take a seat on the toilet, which I do with little question. I trust Can with my whole heart and I know that he will take care of me tonight. 

My eyes shut as the sound of running water drowns out my thoughts. I lean back while Can shuffles around the room. Smells of vanilla and cinnamon fill my senses quickly. Can must be using those bath products that Lemon got him for his birthday.  He has been dying to use those for so long, but he hasn't had the time after football practice to run himself a bath. 

"Tin wake up, babe." His hands run up and down my thighs soothingly, coaxing me into slowly opening my eyes to look down at him. "There are those pretty eyes! Stand up and strip for me, I'll be back in a minute." He leans forward and drops a kiss to my chest before standing up to leave. 

Obediently, I strip from the last of my clothing and stand in the bathroom completely exposed. The steam from the bath looks all too inviting, but I stay put. Can comes back, now only in his boxers. He pushes me towards the bath until I comply and sit down in the warm water. Instantly I feel my muscles melt into butter as I let the smells and heat relax me. Can slips out of his boxers and slips into the tub behind me. I'm manhandled until my head is resting on his shoulder and his hands are running along my abs.

"Cantaloupe..." I sigh into his skin as he runs his hands up to my hair. He drags his nails across my scalp and through my hair slowly. Can smirks against my neck as he goes back down to my stomach.

"What? Did that feel good?" Kisses go from just under my ear down to my collarbone. By the time he gets back to my face I'm moaning quietly into the steamy air. Suddenly Can bites into my collarbone, surely leaving a faint red mark. I moan again, much louder. "Well, you'll just have to wait until after your bath for a massage. How does that sound, babe?"

"What if I want my massage now? Are you really going to make me wait, baby?" I do my best to flash my best innocent eyes at Can. It takes everything in him not to push me out of the bathroom that very second, but he doesn't indulge me. "Mmmm, fine. I'll wait until we're done with our bath." 

"Good boy." Can leaves another kiss to my neck and allows me to press my back further into his chest. Wow, I was right, his chest has gotten a lot more toned. I might just have to thank Type for adding extra practices to the team's schedule. Suddenly Can grabs my hand, which was absentmindedly caressing his thigh. "Stop or you get nothing." 

Well, what's the fun in that? I continue to hike my hand up his thigh. Can grabs my hand again and shoves it off. He stays true to his word, climbing out of the tub without me. Feeling his warmth leave my body and the cold water take over, I whine. Carefully I try to reach out to bring him back, but he leaves the bathroom before I can snatch his tiny waist. 

"Cantaloupe, come back! I'll listen to you this time." Silence falls to my ears as I wait patiently in the tub for his reply. Normally he gives in to my whines and pleads by now, but I have a feeling that it's not going to work that way tonight. "Baby, don't make me come find you!" Still nothing.

I groan obnoxiously, secretly hoping that Can will feel bad for leaving me all alone. When he doesn't come back I stand up to dry myself off. A small pout has found its way onto my lips and I can't seem to shake it no matter how hard I try. Great, now I'm acting like Can when I focus on work and he wants a kiss. 

While lost in my thoughts of needy Can trying to climb into my lap for some attention, I blindly reach for my towel. My hand comes up empty and I pull myself back to reality for a brief moment. The towel rack, which is normally full of fluffy towels is oddly empty. I'm sure that I filled that earlier this week and I know for a fact that we don't go through that many in a week. 

"Shit!" The chill of water on my skin quickly disappears as something warm wraps around my waist from behind. Can tucks the towel tight against my skin and walks out like he didn't just attack me. He must have put all of them in the dryer when I wasn't looking... huh, usually I do that for him. I didn't think he noticed when I do that. "Cantaloupe!" 

I follow the sound of feet on the wood flooring until I reach the kitchen. Can is shuffling through some draws rather aggressively. He finds whatever he is looking for moments after, slamming the last drawer, and gives a little victory dance. My lips form a small smirk as I watch him wiggle his hips, which are being hugged by a pair of my sweatpants. 

"Cantaloupe." He spins around on his heels, a serious look adorning his face all of a sudden. A small bottle of massage oil catches my eyes and my brain turns to mush. I didn't think he was serious when he said that he would give me a massage. 

"Go lay on the bed." Can points a strict finger at our bedroom door. Shivers run down my spine at the thought of what's about to come. The feeling of my baby's hands on my skin already burning into me. I turn without a second thought, ready to comply. "Oh, and Tin?" 

"Yes, baby?" 

"Lose the towel."