Page 82 of Julien (Confessions 2)

He pressed it several times, and as the temperature went from frigid to toasty warm, Robbie sighed and moved into the middle of the massive stall. He raised his arms until they were stretched out on either side of himself so the water could blast his entire body, and then he shut his eyes and relaxed.

Ahh… I could stand here all night, Robbie thought as he enjoyed the water sluicing over his body from every possible angle. Now this is how the other half lives—or, you know, with a fish tank in their bathroom.

At that thought, Robbie imagined Priest and the way he had so patiently taken care of Julien just now, and Robbie realized he didn’t want to linger in there alone—no matter how tired he was or how good these faucets and massage sprays felt. He wanted to be in there with them, and from everything Priest had said tonight, that was also where he would want Robbie.

So with that thought in mind, Robbie reached for the soap and began to lather up, knowing the sooner he got done, the sooner he’d be able to be with his men, because that was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Chapter Twenty-Two

CONFESSION

Blowing off steam helps clear the mind

and cleanse the soul.

PRIEST PLACED A glass of water on the nightstand beside Julien, and then straightened so he could look over the sleeping man.

For the first time in weeks, Julien looked peaceful, and Priest wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or whatever had happened with Robbie before he had tracked them down in the library. All he knew was that the mental exhaustion written all over Robbie’s face was a clear indicator that the dam of emotions Julien had been standing behind had broken tonight, and he’d finally let himself and Robbie be swept under.

“It’s time to come back now,” Priest said, as he pressed his lips to Julien’s cheek. “Sleep, and then come back to us, mon beau voleur de cœurs, because tonight, I believe you stole another heart.”

Satisfied that Julien was safely tucked away, Priest walked to the bathroom door, wanting to check and make sure Robbie hadn’t fallen asleep on his feet, and as he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the sight that greeted him had Priest coming to a stop.

Robbie stood in the middle of a massive shower and was facing away from the door. He was staring out the window at the dark blanket of space ahead, and he had his arms held out on either side of himself, letting the jets of water hit him from all sides.

Priest’s cock responded immediately. Robbie was breathtaking.

He hadn’t heard Priest’s entry yet, and when he lowered his arms to his side and bent to pick up his bottle of body wash, Priest walked to the vanity that ran along the opposite wall and leaned against the sink to watch the show.

Robbie reached for a bright purple sponge, and Priest couldn’t stop the smirk that hit his lips, because of course Robbie had brought a purple sponge with him. He poured some of the soap onto the surface and began lathering up his arms, chest, stomach, and groin. He was quick and efficient in his moves, not lingering at all before he bent at the waist and began the sensual task of running that sponge up and down his legs.

Priest rubbed the heel of his palm over his now-aching dick, and then spotted Robbie’s unzipped toiletry bag on the counter beside him, and the several condoms sitting inside.

He hadn’t gone in there with the intention of getting naked. But the longer he stood there watching Robbie run that loofah up and down his calves, the more Priest wanted to switch his brain off and lose himself inside Robbie’s spectacular body.

He unfastened his jeans and shoved his hand inside to wrap it around his cock and stroke, and then waited for the moment when Robbie realized he wasn’t alone and someone else was enjoying the show. Luckily for Priest, he didn’t have to wait too long.

Once Robbie was done with his right leg, he went to start on the left, and as he shifted out of the way of the water so it wouldn’t wash all the soap off his sponge, his eyes must’ve caught something in the reflection, or his sixth sense must’ve kicked into gear. His hand froze on his thigh, and as he turned his head in Priest’s direction and their eyes met through the steamy glass, Robbie’s lips parted.

Priest had now shoved his briefs and jeans down under his ass so his stiff dick was on full display in his fist, and as he slowly ran his gaze over Robbie’s nude body, he stroked himself a little faster.

Robbie’s legs seemingly went on for days. He wasn’t taller than Priest or Julien, but it was the lean line of them that made them feel and look longer. The smooth creaminess of them that made Priest want to lick Robbie from his ankle all the way up to the inside of his thigh.

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