“What?” Ben asked when Aaron pushed Ben’s shower cubicle door open just before Ben closed it.
Aaron grinned. No way was he showering alone, not when shortly there’d be a naked and wet trucker nearby for the perving on. Aaron was about to say as much when he remembered his promise to go softly with the gentle bear. Putting on what he hoped was an embarrassed expression, he said, “Don’t want to shower by myself, not with all these rough-looking trucker-types about.” Aaron hoped the statement would bring out Ben’s seemingly in-born protective instincts.
Ben rolled his eyes but opened the door wider to admit Aaron. Okay, Ben might not have believed him, but it got him what he wanted, so all was good.
“My big strong protector,” Aaron said, standing on tiptoe to peck Ben on the lips.
Ben too
