Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

forward, straddling Jacob's outstretched legs, torsos almost touching. He squeezed a dollop of soap onto his hand – yet another golden luminescence – and ground the liquid therapeutically, firmly and thoroughly, over every inch and crevasse of Jacob's skin. Jacob initially tensed, but the fluid movements and the cool lotion had him speechlessly bowing into Jeremy's hand with a rumble resounding from the depths of his chest.
    All this was only the result of Jeremy's treatment on Jacob's collarbone! Jeremy relished Jacob's reaction. Yes, like a prison, it'll be a prolonged torture . He moved his worship to Jacob's chest, over every russet mound and peak, eliciting verbal gulps and gasps. Jeremy worked lower, keeping his eyes on Jacob's face above him, with hands moving in synchronicity.
    Jeremy firmly worked over the narrow hips and thick thighs, deliberately ignoring the responsive flesh between them both. Jacob released an explosive breath when Jeremy's hands moved to finish coating what remained of his legs, refreshing the cooling effect of the cream, using a new dollop of soap that Jacob seemed to enjoy.
    Jeremy's smile outshone the midday sun. He took the arms that gripped the bath edges after Jacob realised his intention, and worked a dollop of soap into every crease. He added pressure to massage into every muscle, feeling them tense and relax under his efforts. When they were done, he motioned for Jacob to turn around so he could reach his back. Thus, with a languid peaceful compliance, Jacob sat between Jeremy's legs.
    Kneeling and reaching up, Jeremy soothingly stroked Jacobs's collarbone and meandered to encompass his neck. He could feel Jacob's life pulse beating erratically, oscillating between fast and slow, underneath his fingertips. With pressure, he applied the massaging techniques he learned – it takes two to tango , as his tutors said – from the medical section in the library.
    Jacob mumbled, murmured and moaned, leaning back into Jeremy. Jeremy felt the vibrations travel up through his wrist as he heard Jacob talk in a hoarse whisper. "Why are you doing this?" Jacob's hands caught Jeremy's loosely as he waited for an answer.
    Instead, Jeremy began exercising the tension in his hands away, maintaining the contact between their hands. He moved up to whisper his cooler breath in Jacob's ear, the steam creating a surreal picture before his eyes, "Because I want to help. But I already said that, I guess," he blew another teasing exhalation over Jacob's ear. He did not flinch. "I guess, I'm finally enjoying myself and I kind of don't want to stop." Jeremy kissed the tip of the teased ear.
    "Time to help and wash yourself," Jeremy declared after a motionless moment. He could not take that last step; to lean over Jacob to wash the last remaining expanse of skin – he would not take advantage – so he moved back to the other half of the bath. Instead, as Jacob turned to look dolefully (he was evidently aroused) at Jeremy, Jeremy took another bottle beside the bath and proceeded in the methodical process of cleaning his own hair, refusing to give into those amber depths or coy images reflecting in the ripples of the water.
    Jeremy passed the bottles over to share with Jacob, his motion hesitant as his eyes wandered.
    Jacob quickly washed his long hair and openly displayed himself, purposefully. He rubbed the soap into the remaining virgin skin with languid motions. Jeremy sunk low into the bath, his eyes just above the peaking ripples. He rubbed his body, mindlessly cleaning, focusing instead on the hazy image of Jacob's hands moving through the trail of hair on his stomach down to his… groin. Cleaning far more thoroughly than he did any surface in the kitchen, Jeremy randomly thought.
    The display became too much for Jeremy after he finished his body rub, as he could see Jacob purposely pulling at his foreskin to rub underneath and around the bulbous head. He left the bath abruptly in a cloud of mist and water droplets, beginning to dry himself while covering his response at the same time.
    Jeremy heard Jacob follow shortly after behind him, the splash of water and slap of wet skin cut through the marble chamber. Steam condensed and glistened on every surface, the sun seemed almost swallowed by the dark forest treeline through the window.
    Jacob came and stopped behind him; the warmth encompassing him, brushed temptingly at Jeremy's exposed back. Jacob also seemed to be in the process of drying as