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In The Shower 2/2

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"I never get anything done in here," Alex sighed lovingly, toying with a curl of Travis' hair.
"Only me," Travis teased, looking him in the eye and grinning.
"Yes, only you. And that's why I haven't lathered, rinsed, or repeated yet."
"Do you want me to do it for you?" Travis asked seriously, brushing back the black locks that plastered themselves to Alex's flawless face.
"Can you manage without any inappropriate groping?"
"I'll be on my best behavior. I promise."

Travis pecked him on the lips and hugged him for a long while, enjoying the way they fit together perfectly, and then grabbed the shampoo and started his business. Alex watched him with the same incandescence in his eyes the entire time, a smile permanently curving his lips up.

Travis loved to do this facing him because then he could see Alex's reactions and that beautiful complexion of his. It made for a slightly tougher time to do it thoroughly, but it was worth it. It was always worth it.

He added his nails to round up plentiful bubbles and Alex shuddered, hands fidgeting in their place at Travis' sides. His hair was long and thick and took a good amount of scrubbing to get the shampoo all the way through, and Travis had a little fun like usual, trying to style his hair in crazy ways.

"What are you doing?" Alex laughed, teeth exposed in a wide grin.
"I always wanted to see you with a Mohawk," he mumbled in concentration.
"How come?"
"Because you've got all the piercings and a few tattoos. . . . You've already acquired eighty percent of the punk-rock style. Now all you need is the hair."
"But I like the way my hair is now," he pouted.
"If you shave it it'll grow back!"
"You're insane!"

They both giggled like young girls, now snorting at the thought. Travis smoothed out his hair in compliance and carefully forced him to tilt his head back to get the shampoo out. He wrung out the hair until it was a solid sheeny midnight again. Before he told Alex to relax again, he took the chance to lick up his neck.

Alex lifted his head back up and said, "I thought we agreed on no harassment, Mr. Divark."
"Groping, Alexander, groping. I merely displayed my affection through a loving gesture."
"Maybe to a normal couple," he stated matter-of-factly.
"We're not normal?" Travis questioned skeptically.
"I mean that you know how sensitive that spot is on me," Alec whispered, giving him an all-telling gaze.
"Well I just couldn't resist."

Travis shrugs but is unable to hold onto his nonchalant facade for very long. So he grabs the conditioner this time, plopping a decent amount into his palm and spreading it along Alex's tresses. As he did his work, Alex decided to wash Travis' hair as well, and massaged it in with soothing strokes.

"You don't have to do that," Travis told him, though he was really savoring it.
"I want to." And that could've been the end of it, but he added, "Besides, the water's going to get cold."

Travis had a brilliant thought about them getting chilly and then forgetting the day's plans by spending hours cuddled up in the warmth of their bed, kissing every now and then and just talking about whatever came to mind. But then Alex stepped backward, allowing for more water to pour over Travis’ head to wash out the suds.

Travis choose body wash this time, having the urge to smell it on Alex for the rest of the day and remember what happened in the shower so early in the morning, and he began to run his hands everywhere on Alex's map of skin, making suds dense enough to transfer to his own body by gliding across him. Alex made a halfhearted noise of protest at Travis plastering himself to him and spreading the wash all over both of them naughtily.

"I swear, if you made me hard again—"
"Turn around and let me lather that ass!" Travis exclaimed, a wild craze in his eyes.
"Stop that!" Alex squealed in laughter, slapping Travis' hands away.
"No, let me do it! I want to get it all soapy and nice," Travis wiggled his eyebrows as he tried to get around Alex to his prize.
"Now you're just being a weirdo," Alex said, rolling his eyes and pressing his back against the side of the shower.
"But it's better than me rubbing my sexy body up against your sexy body— that's what you wanted, right? Me to stop doing that?"

Travis was faced with a warning glare that fell flat because of the smirk hooking Alex's mouth. A quick glance down and he knew that his plan was already in progress and Travis couldn't help but feel accomplished.

"I am going to get out of this shower in a second if you keep this up," Alex declared, wiping off the remaining soap so that he could actually carry out that plan.
"And then I'd chase you around the house naked and wet." He shrugged. "Your choice, m'love."
"You're gonna have to get out, too. I can feel the water getting cold from here."
Travis thought about this for a moment before nodding his head; "Touché."

He rinsed himself off and splashed Alex a bit to aid him as well then turned off the tap. He got a good grab of Alex's very voluptuous behind as the male stepped out of the shower and onto a mat. That rewarded him with another swat to get his hands away. He chuckled and came out next to him to only steal the towel out of Alex's grasp and dry him off himself, starting with his head.

He roughly scrubbed it around with Alex laughing and trying to push him away. He managed to get done what he wanted, marveling over his work as he stood back and took the towel back.

"Ah!" he shouted, kissing his bunched-together finger tips loudly and throwing the kiss into the air. "Brilliant! I am a master stylist." Alex looked utterly ridiculous, hair in mats and tangled and sticking up all over the place.
"Don't quit your job," Alex mumbled, shaking his head and smiling.
"Are you kidding? You'd be my only client. I can't use all this talent on anyone else!"
"Talent? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" Alex said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, hush, you're not that old,” Travis rolled his eyes.

He grabbed a brush and began combing Alex’s hair the way he liked it, and Alex grinned warmly and dried Travis off. By the time they were ready to switch jobs they drew together like magnets and stole periodic kisses and caresses. Travis had insisted that the best way to get dry was with a hairdryer and after a bit of convincing, he was using it to push around beads of water that still stuck to Alex’s skin. He would plaster the back of his hand or his cheek to the freshly heated area and give it a tender peck with his lips before moving on. When he tried to get a little too close to Alex’s “goodies,” as Travis sometimes called them, Alex had finally had the willpower to get him to turn the dryer off, admitting that the pampering felt quite pleasant.

Alex grabbed his pajamas in one hand and Travis laced his fingers with the other, also carrying his own heap of clothes, and they made their way to their room to get dressed for the day. Somehow they accomplished putting their outfits on by themselves and only touched accidentally—when they did, they would share a glance and a short laugh before continuing. Travis’ hair had aired out nearly completely by the time they were done, but Alex’s wasn’t even halfway there yet, so he went back to the bathroom to use the dryer. Travis followed him, pulled himself up on the counter attached to the sink and sat there watching Alex with a sly smirk.

“What?” Alex said, turning off the appliance to be able to hear him without shouting. When Travis shrugged he waited expectantly.
“Nothin’.” Alex looked him over and thought about what possibly could have him so giggly.
“What is it?” Travis giggled again. Alex put a hand on his hip but his mouth betrayed him and hooked skyward. “Is it the dryer? Are you thinking about me naked, or something? Because you just saw me naked, like, not even five minutes ago.”
“No, it’s not that,” Travis shook his head, tugging out the words through puffs of tittered air. “It’s just. . . . With the air on, you look like a black-haired Fabio.”

Alex stared at him dubiously for a few seconds then burst out in his dorky snorting laughter that only comes out when he’s holding back from his loud, squeaking guffaw. Travis blushed at how unbelievably adorable he thought it was.
“Thank you,” he got out between breaths, “I think.”
“You’re welcome. . . . I think,” Travis agreed. He then hopped off the counter in order to let Alex finish because they both knew that if they were together it would take more than double the amount of time. They kissed one more time as Travis left to go make cinnamon bagels. He smiled to himself as he pictured the smell mixing with Alex’s sweet body wash.
(Part 2 of 2. Part one: [link] )

I had this finished but I forgot to upload it! Sorry!

I hope you like fluff because this is FULL of it! Haha. Oh I just love my boys <3

Enjoy!
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Ohhhhh my god I can't handle them they are just too cute.
You, my friend, are one amazing writer. :hug: