Page 27 of The Feral Alpha

He remembered doing this with George. Fooling around under the shower, drinking from it whenever they got thirsty. Their parents had chided them about the water bills, and they’d been cowed... but not enough to stop the trysts in the shower.

Olson couldn’t help leaning in, resting his cheek against Rex’s back. Rex turned and grasped Olson’s hips, moving him in front of the shower spray.

“Hey. I don’t need it,” Olson murmured. “You are the one who needs to get clean.”

“Olson clean,” Rex rumbled, rubbing Olson’s chest.

A smile tugged at Olson’s lips, unbidden. It was crazy for him to like this man so much. Hell, they’d only just met a few days ago. Rex hadn’t quite adjusted to civilization. They couldn’t communicate beyond simple concepts.

But the way Rex treated him, the way Rex kept doing things for him—it reminded him so much of George.

And Olson had one weakness. Just one.

Rex touched his finger to Olson’s lips, his mouth quirking into a playful smile.

“Fuck,” Olson whispered, his body turning pliant when Rex pulled him into a hug. The shower spray pattered on his back. On Olson’s other side was Rex, all solid and strong, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Rex brushed his lips against Olson’s forehead. It was such a tender gesture that Olson couldn’t help burying his face against Rex’s neck.

For the first time in years, maybe decades, he let himself relax. He let himself feel protected, and cherished.

Maybe he cried a little.

“Olllsonnnn,” Rex purred, nuzzling his ear. “Mine.”

Olson huffed softly, letting Rex rub his back. Eventually, he made himself pull away. “We have to get you clean. That’s what we’re in the shower for.”

Rex frowned, though. He peered at Olson’s face, tracing his thumb just under Olson’s eye. “Olson cry?”

“Are they red?” Olson sighed. “It’s a happy crying. It’s okay. I’m fine.”

Rex continued to frown. To ease his worry, Olson went up on tiptoes, kissing him softly on the cheek.

“Really. I’m okay. I’m happy.”

That eased Rex’s consternation.

Olson lathered up some shampoo, turning them sideways so they each got some shower spray. He worked the shampoo into Rex’s beard and hair, massaging Rex’s scalp with his fingertips. Rex groaned and leaned into his touch.

Three rounds of shampooing later, Olson declared Rex’s hair clean. “Now, the rest of your body.”

He shut off the shower and worked soap into a washcloth, scrubbing Rex’s ears. Then he ran the cloth down Rex’s neck and shoulders, slowly increasing the pressure of his scrubbing in case any of Rex’s scars hurt.

“I’m going to scrub you everywhere,” Olson said. “Including your ass. Just for today. You can wash yourself from tomorrow onward, but I want to make sure you start off completely clean.”

He scrubbed Rex’s underarms and down his arms, between each of his fingers and under his nails. Then he worked the washcloth down Rex’s chest and abs, scrubbing his cock and sac, too. The washcloth went along the creases of Rex’s thighs, then around to Rex’s back, and all the way down to his asscrack.

Rex jerked in surprise, looking back.

“I’m going to scrub you here, too.” Olson kept one hand on Rex’s hip to steady him, pressing a kiss on his soapy arm. “You’re doing good.”

Rex rumbled at the compliment. So Olson worked the washcloth between his cheeks, then down both his legs, getting him to lift first one foot, then the other. He washed between Rex’s toes, and the soles of his feet.

“I saved your face for last,” Olson murmured, rinsing off his hands and grabbing a fresh washcloth. “Close your eyes.”

Rex closed his eyes, completely trusting. With how much he’d suffered at the hands of other people... It didn’t seem likely that he’d let Olson do this. But he was.

Olson carefully smoothed the washcloth across his forehead, down his nose and over his eyelids, gently cleaning his lips.

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