BATH TIME 

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Category:  L/B slash
Rating:  NC-17 for m/m relationship 
Disclaimer:  not mine, etc 
Spoilers:  Nope
Archive:  Unusual suspects, Ephemeral, Gossamer:  anywhere
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Summary:	No plot this time, just good *clean* fun.  John raids 
the bathroom cabinet.


LG Headquarters
11.45 PM

John Byers shut off his computer, yawned and stretched.  Time 
for bed ... He looked speculatively at the back of Langly's 
head, but his blonde friend was engrossed in a chat room and 
looked as if it would take a minor earthquake to move him.  

Byers sighed.  Friday night ... Frohike away for the weekend 
... opportunities like this should not be passed up.  He cleared 
his throat.  

"Ree  ... I'm going to bed.  Are you coming?"

"Mhhmmm ... just a few minutes."

Great.  What does it take, Ringo?

Byers sighed again in exasperation and headed for the bathroom. 
Behind him Langly turned off his own computer and grinned 
evilly at his reflection in the screen.  He'd been aware of 
John's increasing twitchiness for the last half hour.  Okay 
John, just a little while longer ...

Byers paused in the bathroom, thinking. If he could just spin 
things out a bit till Langly came to bed ... now how about a 
bath?   A nice hot bath to help him relax ... Now where was that 
stuff Frohike used ...

In the living room Langly heard the bath being run.  His 
imagination began to work overtime, and his body to respond in 
kind.  He switched off the lights, and headed for the bathroom.

Byers slid down into the steaming scented water, sighing in 
contentment and anticipation.  Come on Ringo, where are you?
Then there was the unmistakable click of the door latch.  He 
turned his head towards the bathroom door, and tried moderately 
successfully to conceal his smug grin.

Langly was lounging at the bathroom door, looking appreciatively 
at Byers as he relaxed chest deep in the pine-scented bubbles.

"Something smells good ... what is it?"

Byers picked up a bottle from the edge of the bath.  "Something 
Frohike uses when his back is bad . . . 'Aromatherapy foaming 
bath essence - good for stiffness and aching muscles'..."

"Hm... you got stiffness and aching muscles?"

"Not *yet*"

"Mm . . . sounds like you could do with a hand there"

"Why not both?"

Langly grinned and came to stand by the side of the bath.  He 
knew perfectly well what Byers was up to.  He looked down, and 
felt his knees weaken with lust.  Byers' body was mostly hidden 
under the foamy water, but what Langly could see was quite 
enough to quicken his pulse and increase the heat and hardness 
in his groin.  Byers was slim built but what he had was all 
muscle, firm and well defined.  Smooth wet gorgeous skin over 
his chest and shoulders, just the right amount of hair on the 
chest leading the eye down inevitably under the water. 

Langly knelt down by the tub.  He found he could hardly speak 
and his hand was trembling.  He croaked "What do you want me to 
do, John?"

Byers ran the tip of one finger, no more, along Langly's 
forearm.  "Well, I seem to have lost the soap, somewhere  . ."

Langly grinned and slid one hand into the water, by Byers' hip. 
 His hand explored, teasing, sliding down the outside of Byers' 
thigh and then up the inner side.  Down again, then up, 
tickling, making Byers shiver in anticipation.  "Hey, what's 
this ..."  as his fingers encountered something hard, hot, silky.
Too large to be the soap although just as difficult to get a grip on.
Langly's fingers closed firmly round it and he squeezed, making
Byers yelp and twitch.  

"Oh no you don't ..." and Byers batted his hand away.  Next 
moment Langly's vision was obscured as a mound of bubbles hit 
him in the face, covering his glasses.  He spluttered and 
fumbled his glasses off, wiping his face and looking 
questioningly at his partner.  Byers was laughing at him.  
"You've got work to do first."

Byers caught his eye and held it, and slid slightly down in the 
water until his head was resting comfortably on the back of the 
bath.  He took the washcloth off the side of the bath and handed 
it to Langly, smiling slightly.  Langly took the washcloth and 
topped it with a handful of lather, and began to draw it 
leisurely over Byers' shoulders and the top of his chest, never 
losing eye contact with his friend.  Byers reached out and 
curled a lock of Langly's long blonde hair round his finger, 
tugging gently.  Langly leaned closer, and the ends of his hair 
brushed across Byers' wet chest, turning dark from the water.  
Byers breathed deeply and closed his eyes, the better to 
concentrate on the sensations his lover's touch was sending 
through his body.

Langly's hand crept lower, down Byers' chest, his fingernails 
accidentally-on-purpose scraping over the nipple, which peaked 
instantly under his ministrations.  Byers didn't open his eyes, 
but the corners of his mouth twitched and Langly repeated the 
caress, tantalisingly slowly, at the same time bending to take 
the other nipple into his mouth.  Byers moaned softly and his 
wet arm came up round Langly's neck, holding him there.  Langly 
continued to bite and suck, alternating the caress with rasping 
the whole sensitive area around the nipple with his days's 
growth of stubble.  Byers groaned again and his fingers 
tightened on the back of Langly's shoulder.

Langly bit the nipple again, none too gently and Byers moaned 
again, deeper, and his whole body jerked convulsively.  Langly 
leaned forward again, his hair trailing in the water, and kissed 
him hard, his tongue exploring deep and hot, and his hand 
drifted further down Byers' body, under the water, massaging 
over his belly.  Byers' hips bucked and he let his head fall 
back, pulling Langly's head down to continue the kiss until 
sheer lack of oxygen forced them to stop.

They broke apart, breathing hard, and looked at each other, 
sharing the thought.  Byers was the first to voice it.  "Why 
don't you join me ..."

Langly strippped off his clothes quickly, enjoying the excited 
gleam in John's eye as he revealed his growing erection, and 
stepped into the tub behind John as John shifted forward a 
little, sitting down behind him and sliding his legs each side 
of his body, his cock prodding hard agaist his friend's back.  
John pressed back against him, enclosing Langly's cock between 
their heated bodies.  Langly grunted in pleasure and leaned 
forward, biting hungrily on John's shoulder, breathing in the 
combined fragrance of the pine-scented water and the even more 
intoxicating scent of his lover's hot flesh.  

He wrapped his arms around John's body, one hand stroking down 
his belly.  John leaned his head back on Langly's shoulder and 
laughed softly.  He captured Langly's other hand in his own and 
brought it up to his mouth, first nibbling on the index finger 
and then taking it in deep and suckling on it. His other hand 
reached behind him, between them, the fingers lightly stroking 
the head of Langly's cock.  Langly's breathing roughened and he 
felt himself getting even harder.  He rasped his tongue round 
John's ear and whispered huskily in the way that he knew drove 
his lover wild.  

"C'mon John, I know you're ready ... lift up for me."

John leaned forward and lifted himself up, releasing Langly's 
hand so that Langly could guide himself in.  A tiny gasp escaped 
him as Langly found his entrance and pressed surely inside.     
Langly had shuddered at the feel of John's fingers on his cock, 
but the sensation when John took him into himself was 
incredible.  He never ceased to be surprised, delighted, 
unbelievably excited by it.  Heat and tightness and Langly 
almost blacked out there and then. 

John gradually eased himself down, his whole body shuddering as 
Langly's cock slid deep inside him. The sensation of fullness, 
of pressure was just this side of unbearable. He breathed deeply 
but the only sound that could escape him was a strangled 
gurgling noise from deep in his throat.  His hand reached out 
blindly and grabbed Langly's other hand resting on the edge of 
the bath, gripping hard.  

Langly slid his free hand down John's abdomen, scratching 
through the hair on his belly, and slid his fingers each side of 
the base of John's cock, trailing round the base then curling 
round.  A gentle light grip, just caressing, teasing, making 
John thrust greedily into his fingers.  

"Easy, John, let me . . ."

And he began to flex his hips gently, at first hardly moving 
inside his lover at all. John's head rolled from side to side on 
Langly's chest, and he moaned - "Ree, please, more ...."

Langly grinned exultantly.  He could keep this up for hours and 
drive John almost insane, reducing him to a quivering incoherent 
heap, if he didn't want it so much himself. But the immediacy of 
his own need was beginning to override all other considerations. 
 He began to increase the pace, his thrusts becoming stronger 
and faster, his caresses of John's cock becoming firmer, pumping 
with sureness.  He had achieved a smooth co-ordinated rhythm, 
his hand pumping John's cock and his own cock driving deep into 
his lover, two sources of stimulation combining to drive John 
mercilessly towards the brink.  The older man was incoherent 
now, aware of nothing but his own need and his fast approaching 
orgasm.  He could hear someone shouting, obscenely loud in the 
enclosed space of the bathroom.

A shattering orgasm hit John, and he was losing control and 
screaming at the top of his voice as the spasms took him and his 
semen jetted in to the water.  And as always the sight and 
sensation of his lover's complete abandon was the final trigger 
for Langly, and he let go with one final violent thrust, 
tightening his grip fiercely around John as if he was the one 
solid point in the whole dissolving universe.

They lay together in the warm water, still joined, as the 
sensations gradually ebbed away out of their bodies leaving them 
drowsy and relaxed.  After a while Langly shifted, propping 
himself up a bit to look at John, who seemed still semi-
conscious with his head resting on Langly's chest.  He ran his 
fingers through the wet dark hair and kissed his lover's 
temple.

"C'mon Johnny, we've got to move.  The water's getting cold."

"Yeah .... okay"  but he didn't seem inclined to move.

Langly reached past him to let the water out, and John whined as 
the water level dropped.  "Lang-leee...."

Langly reached again to snag a towel off the rail.  "Come on 
Johnny . . just get out of the tub ... and I'll rub you down."

John's eyes widened and he began to pay attention.  "Promise?"

"You bet."

"Uh, well in that case Ringo ... there's some other stuff I 
found in the cupboard ... vanilla massage oil ... "

"Oh yeah baby . . ."



End