After a few seconds, Adam's bladder had also finished emptying, and he let out a satisfied sigh as he pushed the last drops from his dick. They sat together in silence then, as rays of gold and crimson washed the balcony in warmth. As the last sliver of sun dipped below the edge of the horizon, however, Miles shivered slightly. Adam, too, felt the chill of the wind starting to cut through the sopping blanket.
"Ooohkay, I think it's probably time to go clean up," Adam said with a chuckle, looking down at the miniature lake of piss that had formed under the chair, slowly making its way toward the drain in the middle of the concrete.
"Oh, I'm allowed to move now?" Miles quipped mischievously.
Adam's took on a slightly devilish cast as he said, "Mmhm. But after you get up, you are to follow me. I warned you about needing to hold it, and while it's ok that you couldn't, there are still consequences."
Miles turned and narrowed his eyes at Adam, but looked down as Adam met his gaze. "Fine..." he said, still looking down. "But next time I say I have to go, you have to let me!"
Adam smirked. "You know, I don't think that's likely to be one of the rules I make, no."
Miles glowered, although Adam could tell it was still good-natured. With a quiet grunt, Miles shoved himself off of Adam's lap, unwrapping himself from the blanket in the process. "AAAH!" he yelped as the wind hit his wet skin, sending him scurrying into the house with his arms wrapped tightly around him. Adam just wolf-whistled at him and laughed as he stood—but he wasn't particularly slow in moving either as his body met the brunt of the chill wind.
As he stepped through the door, he saw miles standing obediently by the end of the couch, waiting for him. Adam stopped for a second to admire the soft body of his employee-turned-fuckbuddy. Gentle curves sat atop a well-shaped frame with a bit of muscle. His body hair was sparse, but tasteful, with a soft patch of brown hair on his chest that matched his messy brown curls, and a treasure trail leading deliciously from his belly button into a partially-trimmed bush crowning a dick that could only be described as a work of art. It hung long and heavy past the young man's scrotum, veins visible even when flaccid, with a plumpness around the center that made Adam's breath shallow and his head spin.
Adam was pulled back to reality by the feeling of piss dripping onto his feet from the blanket, and Miles' frame shaking briefly as a shiver passed over him. "Ah yes, cleaning up. And other things," Adam said knowingly before wadding up the sopping blanket and walking into the hallway. He dropped the blanket off in the utility room before turning toward the attractive young man following dutifully behind him. "Into the bedroom," he said, pointing. Miles took a second to look jokingly mournful before trundling past Adam. Adam slapped his ass playfully.
"To the bathroom," Adam continued, and Miles obeyed.
I could definitely get used to this.
Once in the bathroom, Miles stopped and waited for further direction. "Through the door on your left," Adam said.
"What's in there?" Miles said with curiosity in his voice. He moved to grab the door knob.
"The whirlpool tub." Adam's statement was chased with a giant grin as Miles' eyes went wide and he flung the door open.
"Oh, fuck
me
;you glorious creatu—"
"Oh, I will, believe you me," Adam interrupted, his grin starting to look faintly evil.
Miles ignored his quip and continued. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?!" The excitement and incredulousness in his voice made Adam's heart swell slightly.
"Because I wanted it to be a surprise for after dinner," he said, smiling. "Now." Adam's demeanor became more serious. "Start the bath, and set the temperature to a hundred and two. You may not get in until I give you permission."
Miles shot him a facetious scowl, but moved to the controls with a grumble. Adam turned and went back to the bedroom, where he opened the cupboard of his bedside table. He pulled a black case out of the top shelf, and unzipped it. Laying the case on the bed, he looked down at the assortment of stainless steel butt plugs. An old girlfriend of his had purchased them for him, but he had been too nervous to try them.
Selecting a medium sized plug and grabbing a bottle of lube from his side table, Adam returned to the bathroom. He stopped before going into the second room.
I wonder... I don't think I got rid of them...
he thought, heading to the cupboards along the back wall. He rummaged through a couple of them.
Aha!
Adam grabbed a bath bomb from the wicker basket stuffed at the back of the cupboard. Another relic from a previous fling.
Sometimes it pays to be lazy
. He looked at the label. "Rose Dalliance."
Who am I, Mr. Darcy seducing the swarthy stable boy while the ladies are away?
He wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes as he reached for another. "Midnight in Osaka." He raised an eyebrow skeptically, but gave it a sniff. It wasn't
too
bad... It smelled of plums and lavender, which was still a bit more ridiculous than he was hoping—but it would do.
Miles was testing the water with a hand when he walked through the door, and looked up. "It's hot," Miles said, and flipped a switch to activate the jets. They hummed to life, and the surface of the water began to swirl and churn.
"Yeah it is," Adam said with a lascivious grin, eyeing Miles' round ass. Miles mimed trying to cover his butt so Adam couldn't see it, but was quickly distracted by the armful of goodies Adam set on the counter. He tipped his head in curiosity, but Adam grunted at him.
"Nooope, turn around." Adam grabbed the bath bomb first and sidled up behind Miles. He ran his middle finger down the young man's back, eliciting a shiver from him, his whole body quivering for a moment. Adam's finger trailed lower, through the downy soft hair just above Miles' ass crack. He ran his hand down Miles' ass slowly, letting a finger dip slightly into the crack and then squeezing a cheek lightly. Miles moaned appreciatively and leaned his head back into Adam's hairy chest.
Adam scooted around him—eliciting a moan of disappointment from Miles as his headrest abandoned him—and dropped the bath bomb into the water. It started to foam almost immediately, and a deep purple began to disperse through the bath, letting off a fruity-floral-spicy scent. Adam turned back around to find Miles covering his mouth and shaking with laughter.
"Can I help you?" Adam said, attempting a flat tone. He couldn't stop his mouth from twitching into a slight smile, however, despite desperately trying to suppress it.
Miles took a second to compose himself. "No, no, it's fine. I'm a little surprised that a beefy straight man has—hold on, let me check my notes—sparkly purple bath bombs on hand!" He snorted and covered his face again, and his eyes danced with glee.
Adam narrowed his eyes and harrumphed. "They're not mine, they belonged to—you know what, never mind," he said, his tone changing to flippantly lofty. "I don't have to explain myself to you. Now, I believe I had mentioned some consequences..." He stepped to the counter and picked up the plug and lube.
Miles lifted an eyebrow and grinned again. "You know, for a straight gu—eep!" He was interrupted by Adam spinning him around and pushing him forward, bending him at the waist. After a swift squirt of lube into his hand, Adam roughly—but not unkindly—pushed his fingers between Miles' ass cheeks, and rubbed at the younger man's asshole, lubing it as he loosened the muscle. Miles whimpered quietly in response, and spread his legs a little wider.
"Are you going to hold it better from now on?" Adam asked knowingly, sliding the tip of his middle finger into Miles' tight hole and beginning to work it in light circles.
