Page 51 of Back Room Host

“Stop it,” I said, placing the soap on the edge of the tub. “The situation is weird enough already.”

“I just stated the obvious. This practically screamed for it.” With a sweeping gesture, he included the bathroom.

“You wish,” I said, helping him into the tub.

“My cock is ready for it. And it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had it in your hands.”

With his left foot and left arm over the edge of the tub, he sat in the water and grinned at me. I was glad that the water was high enough by now and I didn’t have to see his hard-on anymore.

Well, maybe not.

Moreover, this would have been the perfect moment to address what had happened last Saturday, but I couldn’t. Unlike him, I wasn’t used to naming such things. I hadn’t even been in a proper relationship. The thing with Matteo had been nothing more than a no-strings-attached affair, and as open as Juri talked, we had never discussed it.

Having a bit more sex would be nice, but if it ends up like with Matteo …

Juri had already helped himself to the soap, scrubbing his body and washing his face. He struggled with just one hand, and his movements betrayed that it was painful for him.

“Would you like me to wash your hair?”

“Not a bad idea,” he replied.

I removed my pants and hoodie, leaving me in just boxers and a T-shirt, and sat behind him on the edge of the tub against the wall. “Okay, tilt your head back,” I instructed, rinsing his hair with the handheld shower. With that done, I grabbed the shampoo and lathered him up.

“That feels good,” he said with closed eyes. “I could get used to this.”

“Please don’t.” I laughed and rinsed the soap off him.

We were both silent for a while, but it was a pleasant silence. I assisted him with the areas he couldn’t reach, scrubbed his back and right arm, and helped him get out of the tub. He was becoming more accustomed to my movements and was dressed again in no time.

I led him to the living room, where he settled on the couch and propped his leg up on a pillow.

“Can you bring me my laptop? Oh, and my cigarettes.”

“Sure,” I said, going into his room briefly. “You can smoke here by the balcony door. You don’t have to go outside. Just opening the window is enough.”

Juri glanced over the back of the couch—there was a door between the kitchenette and the dining table that led to the terrace—and nodded. After that, I made him a jug of tea and showed him how the remote control worked.

“I would have offered to set up the Xbox for you, but it’s probably hard to play with one hand.”

Juri chuckled. “Besides, I’ve never really played a video game.”

“Really? Then we definitely have to catch up on that once your hand is back in action.”

“Oh, believe me. Once my hand is back in action, I’ll be catching up on a lot of things.” He said it casually as he unlocked his phone. But then he looked up at me and dismissed it with a slightly embarrassed smile.

“Understandable, as a lefty,” I joked and placed the chair next to the couch.

“Are you leaving?”

“I’m heading to training and then to the store for groceries. Need anything? Craving any snacks or treats?”

“I don’t snack. But …”

I paused for a moment, waiting.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

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