The Ice Cream Man

Calamity

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             - Rayne

CREED's POV

Bobby is different.

Satiated....comfortable. Two things that I never considered he could be in my presence. I study him for a moment before I allow myself to release our members taking a step back. Our breathing is harmonized and His face is painted with gratification as he watches me move to the sink to cleanse my hands of our lust. "I'll go fix something to eat Bobby. You take a shower." I offer as I grab the doorknob gently pressing the young boy forward as to not knock him with the door. Before I can go too far he reaches out to me coiling himself around my arm and holding me in place.

"Let's....stay together." The flush from our erotic exchange is fresh on his face and it appears as if he is still attempting to recuperate as he addresses me.

"Bobby..."I begin to protest but it seems he has made his decision and he won't be contended with as he wrenches me further into the bathroom and slams the door closed. It nearly seems like a daydream standing in the same room as the young Asian boy, naked as the day we were brought to this Earth. He blunders his way to the shower bending over to turn the water on. Instead of the showerhead erupting with liquid, the faucet roars and the tub begins to fill with water.

"Let's take a bath instead." This declaration is made with a sultry glance over his shoulder and my insides twist at the implication.

"I think that a shower would be-"

"We'll take a bath instead." His words emerge with astonishing force and I fasten my mouth, too infatuated to disagree.

Insatiable.

Something about him has changed, as if he's made a decision that I'm not entirely a part of. A decision that has given him confidence and pride so suddenly that I feel as if he could tell me to do anything and I would obey.

Not that I wouldn't have done so before....within reason.

"Creed." I snap to attention as Bobby beckons his lithe frame leaning in my direction so subtly that I almost fail to notice. "Get in."

Nodding I squeeze past the boy and step into the hot water, a tingle running up my legs as I shuffle forward and sit down. The tension in my muscles seeps away slowly and Bobby watches me as if I'm an animal on display. For a while it would appear that he's decided not to come in but the thought is quickly pushed aside as his lean legs dip into the water. He slides the shower door shut behind him and sinks down to his knees between mine causing a nest of bats to flurry in my gut. The tub is deep, deep enough that the water encompasses us in a warm blanket, filling the air with steam.

I am all too aware of Bobby between my legs and so is he as he glances down into the water at my manhood a flush rising to his cheeks. I avert my gaze and reach into the container hooked to the tile walls pulling out a bar of soap and handing it to the boy. "Wash." I say but it releases from my lips as an order. An order that Bobby submits to.

I observe languidly as Bobby scrubs his flesh his gaze flitting to me more often than not as if he has not abandoned the drunken haze that had settled over us not long ago. I humor the idea of scolding the boy for his wandering eyes but decide to let him be as he scoops some water from the tub onto his shoulder in order to wash off the soap suds. He stretches so like a cat leaning his body over me as he grabs the shampoo from over my shoulder and I study the pert pinkness of his nipples as they hover above me. Almost automatically my palms grasp at his sides holding him in place. He freezes for only a second before he's scooting forward in the water, tucking his knees in a position that allows him to straddle me comfortably.