Page 90 of The Butterfly Killer

Marcus looked away before he became enslaved to that hint of vulnerability.

“Help me?”

Not a second later and Roman was at his side, helping him stand. He had to limp over to the bathroom, but he didn’t care as much. This was just outward appearances. Roman had shown him his insides, the most intimate parts of himself. Marcus didn’t feel so bad about Roman seeing his weaknesses all that much anymore.

The bathroom was small. He and Roman just barely fit inside. The door was left open, giving them a little more room. It took both of them to get Marcus out of his clothes. He didn’t question it when Roman undressed himself too.

The hot water was a godsend. It awoke and soothed muscles that had been wound tight since the start of the recent murders.

He didn’t so much as flinch when hands enclosed on his hips. His eyes were closed as he tipped his head back, letting the spray wet his hair. He ran his fingers through it as the other set of hands roamed over his chest.

“Let me wash you.”

He was gently pulled from the shower head’s vicinity.

They managed to trade places in the tiny tub. Roman was too tall to stand under the shower head. The water hit his shoulders, but he was too focused on Marcus to care.

He squirted some soap from the complimentary shampoo bottle into his hand. He foamed it up before he massaged it into Marcus’s hair.

It was a quick wash, but Roman seemed like he wanted to go longer. Marcus wanted that too even though it was slightly awkward when Roman washed his dick and balls which ended with him hard. They didn’t have time forthat.

They switched places again. Roman washed and rinsed much quicker than the time it took for him to wash Marcus. Either it was because any second Marcus could lose his footing and hurt not just himself but both of them or because Roman had wanted to take his time washing Marcus.

Marcus didn’t think deeply about it. That wasn’t because he didn’t want to. He cut his thoughts short because if he did think deeply about it he would end up trying to manipulate Roman. He was trying to get past that urge. He was trying to be above that.

The towels were gross. The material caught on his dry skin. The sensation caused a visceral reaction that made him scrunch his face.

Roman crouched to dry Marcus’s bad leg. “Does it hurt?”

Marcus frowned then realized what Roman was asking. “No. It’s fine.”

The pain wasn’t much of anything. He still had to limp because it hurt, but it wasn’t like how it had been before. Thathad been like nails driving into bone. He couldn’t take a step without breaking into a sweat and feeling nauseas.

Roman gave him a look that seemed like he didn’t fully believe Marcus. He was much more gentle thereafter.

Marcus tried to mentally fight the erection that bloomed once more. He bit the inside of his cheek and dug his fingers into the palms of his hands. He even thought about old case files—that should have done the trick. It did. Somewhat.

His dick finally went down, but the lust simmered in his veins.

Like temptation personified, Roman kneeling before him made it so hard to resist. His still damp hair curled against his slightly tanned skin. The droplets ran down his naked chest, leaving trails along his neck. One dripped tantalizingly off his hardened nipple.

“—Marcus.”

Roman was no longer kneeling on the scuffed tiled floor. He was already halfway dressed, pulling on his shirt as he called out for Marcus.

Marcus cleared his throat and shook his head. “Still a little tired.”

He reached for his dirty clothes sitting on the back of the toilet. Roman stopped him.

“Wear these. They’re clean.”

Marcus took the offered clothes. They were sweatpants and a black t-shirt. There was a pair of clean boxers and socks.

“They’re all new if you’re worried about that,” Roman muttered as he turned to the sink. A black duffle bag sat on the counter, unzipped. He grabbed toothpaste and two toothbrushes from within.

Marcus watched Roman brush his teeth through the mirror as he got dressed while sitting on the lid of the closed toilet.

“How long have you been planning this?”

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