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“Are you almost ready for bed, baby?”
“Almost,” Foxx answered, scribbling furiously in their journal. “I just need to finish this paragraph…. And, done. When did you get in?”
“Just a few minutes ago. I thought you would already be asleep.”
“Not really all that tired yet,” Foxx admitted as they slipped the book back into their bag and raised their arms over their head. He watched them stretch, pulling the old vault suit taut against them. He never understood where they got it or why they wore it so often, but he had to admit that it looked good on them. “What do you think, lovey? Think you can help wear me out a bit?”
Harkness laughed and blushed, bringing a hand to the back of his neck to rub gently. It didn’t matter how long they were together, their forwardness always made him blush.
“Look at my little tato,” Foxx cooed as they stood from the bed and approached him. Their hands felt like ice when they touched the sides of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. “I didn’t hear a no.”
“Let me get cleaned up first.”
“Why? I’m just going to get you all sweaty and messy again.”
“I smell like the ship.”
“Do you?” Pressing their nose into the crook between his neck and shoulder, Foxx took a deep whiff. “Mmmm. You do. How about you and I get a shower together?”
“What if someone walks in on us?”
“Then they get three choices: They can leave. They can stay and watch. Or they can join in.”
“Getting tired of me already?”
“No, I just want people to know that I have something they don’t.”
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Whoever had set up the showers in Rivet City had certainly known what they were doing, but not how to do it. There were plenty of showerheads, but only a few of them in what could be considered stalls. And of the small handful of those, only one was big enough to comfortably hold two people.
It was that which Harkness and Foxx decided to make theirs.
“Not too hot,” Harkness said as Foxx twisted the tap and the water began to creak through the pipes. Even with their back to him, he knew they were rolling their eyes. “Every other time we shower together, you try to boil me alive.”
“I do not, my little lobster thermidor.”
“Lobster what?”
“Thermidor,” Foxx repeated, running their hand beneath the water that began to spit and trickle from the head before gushing out full stream. “It’s some French thing I read about a while back.”
“Oh.” Rather than admitting that Harkness knew next to nothing about what a French was, he stuck his hand into the steaming water to test it. “Still too hot.”
“Will you stop complaining? I’m going to turn it down once I’m done.” With a playful smile, Foxx stepped beneath the water and raised their hands up to scrub their fingertips against their scalp, their eyes closing and a soft moan slipping past their lips as they did. Harkness felt only a tiny bit of shame as he watched their body shiver beneath the hot stream. He watched as the water began to trail down them, dipping and rising and racing against each other on their way down.
He was barely even aware of his hands moving to cover his slowly hardening cock until Foxx cracked one eye open to look at him. “Pass me the soap?”
“Huh?”
“The soap. I need it. Please?”
“Oh.” Dropping his hands, Harkness blushed as he realized what he had been covering. Turning quickly, he tried to keep it hidden as he passed the slippery bar back to his partner, doing his best to ignore their grin.
“Half-mast just from watching me get all… wet?” Their laugh echoed off the metal walls as they rubbed the bar between their hands to build up the bubbles before setting the bar on the metal tray attached to the wall behind them. As they rubbed the suds onto their scalp and into their hair, they closed their eyes again. “If you want to make this quicker, you can always help.”
“I was under the impression that we were sharing this shower.”
“We are,” Foxx muttered, tipping their head back and allowing the water to rinse the first round of soap away. “You wash my back, I’ll wash yours.”
Harkness braced himself as he stepped into the water, sucking in a breath as he felt it nearly burn his skin. As soon as Foxx turned to expose their back to him, he reached out and twisted the cold tap.
“Hey!”
“Hush,” he whispered, reaching for the soap to rub it directly on their back. When they arched away, their hands slamming against the slick metal wall, he laughed. “What? Cold?”
“Meanie,” Foxx laughed, shivering as they started to step back into the stream. Harkness blocked them with his own body and took over the spot beneath the water, blinking it out of his eyes to watch as they twisted their head back to look at him. “I thought you didn’t bring your gun into the shower with you.”
“That’s not my gun,” Harkness answered, reaching around to hold them as they pushed their hips into his touch, “But it is loaded.”
“Oh yeah?” Pushing their hips back more, Foxx moaned. “Maybe you should discharge it somewhere safe.”
No more words were exchanged as Foxx leaned forward further, pushing their ass out to Harkness. After rinsing off what soap remained on his hand, Harkness pulled his head from the water and gave himself a couple of strokes before lining up and pushing in carefully, listening as his partner’s moan echoed again off the metal surrounding them.
“I’m getting cold,” Foxx muttered as Harkness started to thrust. “Can you please make the water hotter?”
“No,” Harkness grunted, bringing his hands to their hips to prevent them from falling face first into the wall. “I like the water like this. And it’s my turn to be in it.”
Foxx let out a sound that was the perfect mix between a disappointed whine and pleasurable moan as they pushed back against him, their hands sliding two inches down the wall. “Are you sure that being in me isn’t all that you want? And that I can have the water back?”
“Not until we both finish,” Harkness replied. “Do you want me to cheat a little? Get you off before me?”
“I don’t mind being second.”
“That’s not what I asked you,” Harkness muttered, reaching a hand around to reach between their thighs. Foxx tipped their head back and moaned as he started to stimulate them, his hips stilling with his cock deep inside of them. He hissed again as he felt their walls tightening around him and their hips started to rock against him without his help.
“I want to feel you inside me at the same time,” they said, their voice barely audible over the water splashing around them. “Can you do that?”
“I can try.” Ignoring the water as it started to turn cold, he started to thrust again, making sure to keep his hands and fingers moving at the same time. As Foxx tightened around him again, he let out another low moan. “How is this, baby?”
“Perfect,” they returned, straightening their arms as they kept their hands braced on the wall. When they pushed back, they drove him deeper, and nearly over the edge.
“Easy, baby.”
“I don’t want easy,” Foxx gasped, using their leverage to bounce back against him. “I told you earlier. I want you. To wear me out.”
Harkness couldn’t answer. He was too focused on holding back his own release as he tried to get them to theirs.
“Cum inside me, my little blobfish,” Foxx moaned, their ass pushing back so hard as they came that Harkness nearly lost his balance. Grabbing their stomach with the hand that had been stimulating them he caught himself and laughed.
“Did you just call me a blobfish?”
“Huh?”
“It sounded like you called me a blobfish.”
“Would you have preferred suckerfish? Or should I have gone back to lobster?”
Harkness laughed as he started to thrust again, no longer worried about holding himself back. Foxx let out a few more soft moans as he did, keeping themselves still and letting him do what he needed. Before long, he was done, his hips snapping forward one last time to fill them. With a deep sigh, he pulled out and took a step back, nearly yelping as ice cold water struck him.
“What?” Eyes wide, Foxx twisted and looked around the stall, their hands covering themselves as if they thought someone was in the room with them. For all their talk of being caught, they sure seemed worried about it actually happening.
“No more hot water,” Harkness said as he washed off quickly. “How long were we at it?”
“I dunno. But I guess I’m glad that I went first.” With a cheeky grin, Foxx tapped Harkness’ chest quickly twice. “Have fun, my little polar bear. I’ll be waiting in the room for you to help you warm back up.”