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Blaine Scheider has had bad luck his entire life, but that's only because his guardian angel has been missing in action.
Steam rose from the basin, humid and warm, fogging the bathroom. Lynsael watched Blaine step out of his jeans and ease his foot over the bathtub's ledge. Seeing Blaine's taut ass, he couldn't help but get excited.
Blaine reached out for Lynsael, who hesitated a moment. "But my wings?"
"They'll be okay." Blaine winked. "We'll be careful not to get the water directly on them."
Lynsael let his tension ease. He clutched Blaine's hand and stepped into the warmth of the water on his face. He loved the way it washed away his fears, the way it drowned out everything he'd thought of throughout the lonesome day.
Enjoying Blaine's muscled shoulders and firm back in front of him, he eased closer, finding that warmth more comforting than the water. His cock went rigid as he pressed against Blaine, and he laid his head between Blaine's shoulders.
"Lyn..." Blaine stilled a moment. "Here."
Blaine turned slowly, a bar of soap in his hands. He ran the soap against Lynsael's skin from his neck to his abdomen, his eyes sparkling as he peered down at Lynsael's stiff length. He pulled away just enough to rub the soap between his hands, white bubbles foaming between his fingers before he lowered his hands to Lynsael's hardness.
Lynsael flushed as Blaine's hands traveled between his legs, smoothing the soap over his balls, spreading him wide. He'd wanted to grab on to Blaine, to thrust up and beg for his lips, or to simply melt into Blaine's hands like putty. A stifled moan escaped his closed lips as Blaine slid foamy fingers across his perineum.
Blaine stopped, flicked his eyes to Lynsael, and smiled.
"Don't stop," Lynsael hummed in sheer pleasure.
Blaine straightened his spine. With the bar of soap back in his hands, he slid around the tiled wall and disappeared behind Lynsael. Slick hands ran down the small of Lynsael's back, making him shudder, and then he slid his hands around Lynsael's sides to his stomach, pressing against his back and the remains of Lynsael's wings.
"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered before placing a kiss on the side of Lynsael's neck.
Lynsael closed his eyes and rolled his head back onto Blaine's shoulder, enjoying the warmth, a heated flush rising in his face. "For what?"
"Last night," Blaine breathed. "Everything that's happened in the last few days... it's just... I don't know what to think of it all."
Lynsael settled his hands on top of Blaine's. He took a sighing breath. "I know."
Blaine licked at the back of his neck, drawing a wet line to his nape. Lynsael trembled with Blaine's needy touch, his own desires depleting any remaining worry and confusion. He'd wanted Blaine to hold him, to comfort him; he'd wanted Blaine to know his pain because he knew Blaine's all too well.