Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(77)

He brought it back to Tony, cleaning him off gently. The blood was mainly smeared on his ribs, but Chris stroked his arms and belly too. The channels inside his hipbones drew his attention like magnets. He guessed having the hollows rubbed with the cloth felt nice. Tony began to breathe faster. The front of his pants tented out fuller.

"Chris," he said, like his name really meant something.

Emotion caused Chris's eyes to flare. He tossed the washcloth toward the bathroom and reached for the drawstring of Tony's black sweatpants. The knot stymied him. Tony jiggled impatiently on his feet.

"Please hurry," he urged Chris.

Tony's words inadvertently rerouted his intent. "You should not have said that," he warned, a smile breaking out.

"Noo," Tony protested. "I had a big fight tonight. My libido is all worked up."

"You fought for me." Chris's grin was impossible to contain. "You deserve the best reward I can come up with."

"You're evil," Tony huffed.

This didn't deter him one bit.

~

Tony could not believe Chris was walking away from him. He wanted to make love to him, like, right then and a lot of times. Chris was already naked and hard. There was no damn reason they couldn't have at it.

Chris's fine bare ass disappeared into the bathroom while Tony gawked in amazement. The faucets squeaked, and then he heard water running into the tub. What did Tony need a bath for? Chris had just cleaned him up. Annoyed, he shoved his hand down his loosened pants. He hadn't lied about being worked up. His cock was so stiff it ached. Bothered too much by the deep-down itch, he rubbed up and down the shaft. He didn't use serious pressure. He'd rather wait for his tiger before he came. Chris didn't need to know that, however.

"I'm starting without you," he called.

Chris opened and closed a cabinet. "Don't you have bubble bath?"

"No, I don't," Tony said, miffed that he would ask. Did Chris think he was some girly queen? Then he relented. "I have bath salts. In the towel closet."

"Got 'em!"

The scent of lime and spice exploded into the air. Tony released his cock so he could fold his arms. Chris wasn't earning his forgiveness that easy.

"Come on," the tiger coaxed. "It's not as fun if I sit in this thing alone."

Chris was taking the bath too? That would make it more interesting. Tony dropped his pants without more ado.

He found Chris lolling in the clawfoot tub.

"Wow," Tony said, admiring the yummy picture his big naked body made.

His muscled arms were stretched along the rim, one long leg crooked up there as well. The richly scented water wasn't high enough to cover his erection. That was on full display, thrusting up from his groin all flushed and pulsing and delicious. Water glistened on the cat's smooth skin, or maybe it was sweat. Chris rubbed one hand over his own chest hair.

"Uh," Tony said, feeling like he was being hypnotized. Chris's pecs were solid and inviting, his nipples beaded like pencil erasers. The cat's hand drifted lower, over his six-pack abs and navel. Long strong fingers combed into the widening swath of his pubic hair. Chris's updrawn thigh sprawled wider as his wandering hand cupped and lifted his heavy sac. Tony gulped audibly. Chris's thumb cruised over the wet curve of one testicle, causing Tony's balls to jerk in sympathy.


"Don't just stand there," Chris teased, his eyes aglow with lust and humor. "The water's nice and hot."

Tony bet it was. "Shit," he breathed, realizing what was missing. "Hold that thought a sec."

Praying his neighbors weren't peeking in, he zipped naked to the kitchen, returning with two lit votive candles in slightly dusty cut glass holders.

"Aww," Chris said, seeing what he'd brought.

He was almost laughing, but Tony could tell he was also touched. Thinking a moment, he set the candles on the sink. If he put them too near bath, they were liable to get splashed out.

Chris swished his fingers through the steaming water. "I'm still waiting," he reminded.

Tony knelt beside the tub to give him a long deep kiss. Bracing one hand on Chris's bicep, he cradled the back of his head with the other. Chris's hand touched his chest and petted. They made low hungry noises as their tongues slid along each other.

When Tony pulled back at last, both their eyes opened languorously.

"Get in here," Chris whispered.

Tony swung in with his back to Chris. The tub was full enough to shut off the tap, the water silky from the oiled salts that had dispersed in it. They were big men, and it took a bit of negotiation for them to get comfortable. Tony sighed as his head settled into the perfect spot on Chris's broad shoulder.

"Good," Chris said, skating his hand over Tony's chest.

Chris's dick was pressed behind Tony's buttocks, thick and hard and hot enough to make him shiver.

"Do me," Tony said, needing that ferociously. "I want your hand on my cock."

"You don't want to be teased some more?"

"Nuh-uh." He took Chris's hand from the pectoral it was circling, dragging it toward the part of him that most desired to be held by it. Chris resisted just enough to make Tony use his strength.

Tony had a feeling they both got a thrill from that.