Page 67 of Reinventing Cato
Vigge laughed. “I’ve used it a handful of times. It’s quicker to shower and it uses less water.”
“Oh God. Forget saving the planet. I’d be lounging in this every night with wine and a book if that was all that was available.” He glanced at the bath. “There’s room for two. Well, there’s room for me and another little one. Not sure about you. Got any neighbours who’d fit?”
Vigge released Cato’s hands. He walked over to put the plug in the bath, turned the tap full on and adjusted the lever until the temperature was right.
“Bubbles?” Cato asked.
Vigge did happen to have a bottle of sage and sea minerals muscle soak, so he tipped some in.
“Bit more,” Cato said.
“No. Once the jets are on, it will turn the bathroom into a foam party.”
“And that’s a problem? Well, I suppose it might be if you don’t have the right music.”
Vigge went to add a bit more, Cato knocked his hand and half the liquid slid in.
“Oops. Agitate it,” Cato said.
Vigge swirled the water with his hand, then turned on the jets.
“I think I was born to have a manservant,” Cato said behind him. “Someone to service my every need, anticipate my every want, pander to my quirky desires. Someone tall, dark and handsome. Someone with a police background to protect me from my adoring fans and freaky stalkers. Someone with a huge cock.” He gave a heavy sigh. “But you’ll do.”
Vigge spun around to find Cato naked with a grin on his face.Fuck, he’s mouthwatering.Long slender legs, a narrow waist, his cock rising straight up over a flat stomach, the only hair a dark treasure trail, his nipples small tight buds, then there was his cheeky mouth and fuck-me eyes.
“Have you ever shared a bath with anyone?” Cato climbed into the water while the tap was still running.
“Not since I was seven.” Vigge stripped, and grabbing two towels, tossed them down by the side of the tub.
“Well, there is an etiquette. Last one in gets the tap end, and has to wash the other one. Oh, and has to make the other come first.”
“Or what?” Vigge climbed in, and as he slid down, he pulled a wriggling Cato on top of him.
“Or he doesn’t get a blowjob.”
Cato untangled himself, wedged his knees on either side of Vigge’s thighs, and lay on him so their cocks were together.
“Have you ever shared a bath with anyone?” Vigge asked.
“Yes, but never with you and that’s all that counts.”
As they kissed, Vigge slid a hand to the back of Cato’s head, and trailed the other down his back, tracing every bony ridge in his spine before he reached the seam of his backside. Cato groaned as Vigge ran a finger down the crease, then deeper into it, and onto the delicate strip of flesh between arsehole and balls. Cato writhed against him, his cock rubbing against Vigge’s. Vigge dragged his finger back to tease the entrance to Cato’s body. The whisper touch had Cato gasping into Vigge’s mouth.
Vigge moved his hand from Cato’s neck and slid it between their bodies to wrap around their cocks, while with his other hand, he applied fingertip pressure to Cato’s arsehole.
Cato lifted his mouth from Vigge’s. “Eureka. And I’m not talking about you finding Slot A. The water!”
“Damn!” Foam was already creeping over the sides of the bath.
Vigge reached to turn off the tap, slumped down with Cato back in his arms and sent chunks of foam flying. Cato managed to get one of his hands between them and Vigge added his. Then they were twisting and pumping as they writhed together, still kissing, rocking in the water, both of them covered in foam while the water bubbled around them. Cato cried out as his cock jerked in their hands, and fire raced to Vigge’s balls. A moment later, his dick was spewing between them. It felt so good, so perfect, and Vigge wrapped his arms around Cato and held him tight.
It was possible they both fell asleep because when Vigge next opened his eyes, the jets were no longer working and Cato was sprawled on his back on Vigge’s chest, his head in the hollow of Vigge’s shoulder, his legs over the side of the bath. He looked cute, his spiky black eyelashes throwing shadows onto his face. Vigge pulled out the plug and Cato opened his eyes.
“I’m so tired.” Cato exhaled. “I feel like I’ve been swimming for hours.”
“The water’s getting cold.”
Cato slithered over the side of the bath and curled up on a foam-covered bathmat. He snagged a towel with his fingers and dragged it over. “My bones have dissolved.”
