Lazy Valentines (Lazy Days)

poised in the waistband of his pants as he caught the sound of first one then another boot dropping to the hardwood floor out in the hallway. Knowing Devon, that was a prelude to him coming to check on Scott.
    He fought back the revulsion in his throat and annoying tick of the corner of his mouth when he pulled his pajamas down, trying to avoid smearing the ooze any more than it was. He groaned with mild disgust when he accidently slid his foot over the mess when he was almost free of his pants. He wasn't sure if the soft pad of bare feet—Scott was still trying to introduce Devon to the invention of socks, let along underwear—closing in on him made him feel better or worse.
    "Need any help?" Devon asked leaning his shoulder against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. Scott looked up at him, and wanted to devour him on the spot. There was no way a man who'd just shuddered his release in his pants should look so debauched and perfect at the same time. Four days apart had seemed like a month away from Devon and the words "I love you " still glowed inside Scott's head and heart.
    He flicked his wrist at Devon, making a circular motion in the air to accompany his question. "I thought you were in a hurry to start whatever it is you have planned?" Devon just smiled, his eyes raking over Scott's now-naked body.
    Scott tried not to return the look, wrapping a towel around his waist and picking up his soiled pajama bottoms between two fingers. He deposited them in the hamper, silently adding a reminder to the always on-going list in his head to clean out the damn thing A.S.A.P. He was both impressed and embarrassed that Devon had remembered his panicky feelings about being sticky, even if he still gave him a hard time about it. Scott had managed to hide his disdain for drying semen for all of a month until Devon had caught on. He could blow Devon and even swallow his cum with no problem, but having either of their stickiness cooling on his body made him run for the nearest wet towel to clean up. He couldn't explain what exactly his issue was either but Devon just took it in stride like everything else, usually jumping up to get a wet cloth after they'd made love rather than wait for Scott to do it.
    Reaching over the tub, Scott turned on the tap and pulled the lever for the shower, the steaming heat filling the bathroom instantly. Scott glanced at Devon who hadn't moved from his position holding up the door. His gaze drifted down to the patch of dark blue wetness over Devon's crotch. "You can't possibly be comfortable with all that… stuff in your pants."
    "Doesn't bother me," Devon replied with a smirk. He reached down to palm the front of his jeans for effect and Scott had to swallow and look away. "It's a nice reminder of how just how wrecked you can make me and just how much I really liked it.'
    "You're impossible." Scott laid a clean bathmat on the floor, trailing his fingers over the edge so it was perfectly in line with the bottom of the tub. Two fluffy white towels were next out of the closet. Scott hung them over the towel rack with care and attention to detail as always:  even and identical.
    There were things he did in front of Devon that he'd never done with anyone else and letting his O.C.D. shine through without trying to hide it was one of the most important. Devon never ridiculed or questioned him on his quirks and habits, not even after separating for a month. He teased, maybe, but never in a way that hurt. He just went with the flow and did his own thing Devon-style.
    "Want me to help you with the towel, darlin'?"
    Scott shook his head at Devon's unique Devon-style. One minute he was hurrying Scott along and the next…. well, he just managed to bring out goosebumps all over Scott's body when he got into sexy mode or hell, any mode really.  And holy crap, Devon was calling him darlin' now . It was silly how one word could make Scott's heart even more in love than it already was. But the simple endearment sent tingles down Scott's spine whenever Devon said it.
    He attempted to stare Devon down as he moved closer, Devon's steps slow and determined while his hungry brown eyes never left Scott's. Any thought or reason always disappeared from Scott's head when Devon looked at him like that.
    "Saves time if we shower together, don't you think?" Devon's voice was little more than a raspy growl but Scott felt the vibrations from his head to his toes.
    He unsuccessfully stifled a groan then