Page 11 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Allow me?” Damian stepped up behind him, his hands hovering on either side of Jun’s waist but not grabbing him. He had to give the twitchy sprite room to run.
Jun let out a gust of air. “If you want.”
The bathroom was large, fortunately. Damian’s line of work had perks, one of them being his clients sometimes went a little extra to make sure he knew they appreciated him. In this one there was a tub and a separate shower. Though they were both smaller than anything Richard and Émeric furnished The Residency with, they were serviceable for Damian and Jun if the purpose was to be intimate.
“I’ll start filling the tub. We can shower, then relax.”
Jun nodded, but he was back in his head again, a thousand thoughts running behind those eyes, calculation, exit plans, pros and cons. Damian kept his grimace internal. He knew, in his gut, what it felt like.
So, he’d take things slow. As slow as Jun needed it. Goodness knew Richard had been slow with him at one point.
Taking the lead now felt like the most natural role in the world.
Damian unbuttoned his work shirt and let it hang open as he adjusted the water and started the tub filling. He laid out towels and made sure a bathmat was on the floor for the inevitable dripping that would happen between the shower and the tub. Then he held out his hand to Jun.
“Let’s do this together.”
Jun swallowed but turned and met him. His eyes were stunning.
“I’ll get your shirt off so you don’t have to worry about ruining it. Then you can wash off the makeup.”
“How do you know so much about it?”
“My friends. You look good in it.”
Jun gave him an unreadable look that could have been disagreement or incredulity. Either way, he said nothing.
Damian held out his hand. “I’m going to unbutton your shirt. Let’s start with the cuffs.”
Jun sucked in air. At first, he didn’t move, and then he placed his wrist in Damian’s hand, both of their palms facing up. “You’re not going to tell anyone about this?”
“Only my mentor and maybe my therapist, and they won’t breathe a word. I’ll even tell them if they do you’ll go to the police.”
Jun nodded and then closed his eyes. “Do it. It’s not going to get any less scary, and I still… I want it even if I’m scared.”
“For now, it’s just a shower.” Damian eased the cuff button out of its hole and cradled Jun’s hand in his, holding out his other hand for Jun’s second wrist. “You’ve showered around other men before, right?”
Jun nodded.
“You can say no at any point. I won’t worry about the colors. You can just say no, and I’ll stop.”
Jun nodded again. He watched Damian’s fingers work open the button on the second cuff.
Damian lowered Jun’s wrist carefully between them and let the back of one knuckle rest against Jun’s chest. “Ready?”
Jun bobbed his head up and down. Damian loosened the first button and let his hands slide down to the second. There were only three above the waist of Jun’s pants.
Jun’s hand drifted up. He brushed the tips of two fingers against the skin showing between the two open sides of Damian’s shirt. “What happened?”
There was no need to look. What had been left on him like the wave of history over a battlefield wasn’t something one forgot.
“My dad had drinking problems. And anger issues.”
“I only met my dad once.”
“Good memory?”
Jun gave a sniff. “It’s a memory, let’s say that. I hope your mother was kind.”
