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Jay leads Eric up to his room. "Come inside, please?" He offers, opening the door to Eric.

He sheds his jacket and kicks off his boots. "Why don't you tell me what you want right now? No need to be embarrassed or worried."

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"You look like a sleepy mountain lion." Jay chuckles, passing him a warmed bottle seasoned with his own blood. "I come bearing breakfast."

Eric takes the offered bottle and drinks, hungrily. Eyes closed.

Still not fully awake it seems.

Jay gives him time to wake up on his own. Jay smells of engine grease, clean sweat and leather. "How are you feeling?"

Eric yawns again.

"Sleepy," he says.
"And crusty."

"Shower?" He suggests. "I'll even wash your back."

He nods.
Smiling.

"That'd be nice," he says, getting out of the bed.

Jay strips off and heads for the bathroom, running the shower as hot as he can stand. For Eric's sake.

Eric trails along, scratching his belly, looking sleepy and rumpled and warm.
It's an illusion, bit it's a good one.

Jay watches him with a fond smile. "You're really not an early evening guy, are you?"

Eric gives him a sleepy smile.
"Not really I guess," he says and steps under the spray, wetting his hair first.

Jay comes up behind him, ocean-scented shower gel in his hand as he starts washing Eric's back. His touch is slow and sensual.

Eric squirms a little.

He is ticklish.

Jay's very tempted to make the most of that. But it would be mean. Instead he firms his touch to an almost massage. As much as you can massage a living marble statue.

And Eric sighs, leaning into the touch.

His eyes are closed and he looks peaceful standing there, as the water washes off the dried blood.

"You okay?" Jay asks softly, moving up to massage shampoo into Eric's scalp.

Eric humms.
"Yes," he says. "Its nice. I like this."

Big happy mountain lion. Jay grins himself, fingers playing through Eric's hair as he pulls Eric gently under the spray to rinse the shampoo out.

Eric willingly follows Jay's lead" letting himself be pulled under the spray.
Enjoying the attention.

Jay chuckles and keeps washing him, all over. Running firm hands down Eric's back to curve his hands around Eric's ass as he washes Eric's back.

He squirms a little, but he doesn't move away.

Quite the contrary in fact.

"Like that?" Jay purrs, massaging Eric's ass with one hand, the other sliding around to stroke up the line of his thigh.

He does.
Burying his face in Jay's shoulder with a muffled moan.

And Jay is rather enjoying making Eric groan. He reaches down to cup Eric's balls, fondling him slowly. His other hand slips between Eric's cheek, a gentle touch over Eric's hole. Just teasing experimentally.

He starts - And then he snuggles closer still. Kissing Jay's neck.

"You okay with this, beautiful?" Jay asks, arching his neck as he starts to stroke Eric slowly. He eases the fingers of his other hand a little deeper, matching pleasure for pleasure.

"Bite me, Eric. Go ahead."