Adam’s fingertips traced the lines of Philip’s chest and as much as he knew he should move away and leave, Philip was frozen in place, the touch of Adam’s fingers sending messages to his c**k that he was hard pressed to ignore.
“You are…like me.” Adam smiled.
“Somehow I seriously doubt that.” Taking a deep breath, trying to tame his libido, Philip stepped back, away from those questing fingers. “Shower, Adam. Now.”
“I…Yes, Philip.” Adam stepped into the shower, looking at the shelf in front of him and then questioningly at Philip.
“Soap…for your body. Use the washcloth.” Philip picked up the two items and demonstrated quickly on Adam’s arm. “Shampoo, for your hair.” He opened the bottle and put a bit in Adam’s hand, miming rubbing it into his hair.
“I see.”
“Good. Then you shower. I’
