The elf picked up a cloth and washed his back and arms before guiding him to lean back. Nate didn’t resist, resting his head on the towel. Next came the shave. He didn’t open his eyes even as the blade swept over his skin.

“Would you like other areas shaved?” the elf murmured when he was done.

“What? No.” The words out of his mouth were English. He repeated his refusal in Tarikian.

Rohan laughed. “We didn’t need the translation. The meaning was clear.”

The elf picked up Nate’s hand and began trimming and cleaning his nails, pushing back the quick with a tool that must have been designed for the job. There was no way Nate could have used the little knife-like thing to trim his own nails, not without shedding blood.

The elf moved onto Nate’s other hand and then his feet before washing his chest and abs. And while Nate tried to relax, he became aware of Rohan watching. He peeked beneath his lashes to confirm that was the case. It was. And Rohan’s cock had risen. The elf had to have noticed.

“I can do the rest.”

“Are you worried that I have never seen a prick or washed one?”

Nate tried not to cringe. “I am not comfortable being washed yet. This is new to me.”

The elf moved around to wash Rohan’s hair as if it didn’t matter. He took his time giving Rohan the same scalp massage that he’d gotten. And while Rohan’s eyes were closed, Nate took the opportunity to watch both of them.

“What are you considering, Nate?” Rohan asked without opening his eyes.

The elf said something in another language, and Rohan smiled. Was the elf making fun of him?

He wasn’t about to share his thoughts. He didn’t want to discuss his attraction to Rohan or his confusion over how society worked. “Just thinking.”

“You are supposed to be relaxing. Bathing is a time to enjoy and connect, not for solving problems.”

“It’s social?”

“Yes.” Rohan cracked open one eye. “You can ask your questions. It is the only way you will learn.”

That was good in theory. “I don’t want to be offensive.”

“Are you intending to offend?” Rohan asked.

“No.”

“Then what is the problem?”

The elf rinsed Rohan’s hair, then washed his skin, running his hands over Rohan’s back and arms. Rohan turned and leaned back as the elf kept going, washing his chest and abs, before running the cloth over Rohan’s erection and then his balls as if it were normal.

Did bathing come with a happy ending?

Is that what was going on here?

Rohan murmured something, and the elf nodded, wading out of the bath and slipping on his robe.

“Um…” Nate moved over to Rohan’s side of the bath. “Am I misunderstanding this? Does he…”

Rohan smiled. “Have sex? If he feels like it, and if the bather wants it.”

“It’s not his job?”

“Certainly not.”

“But he’s allowed to and won’t lose his job?”

“Of course he can.”