Page 29 of Twice the Rivalry

“Oh, God, I need to get clean. Oh God,” Glitch moaned, still gagging.

“Hold on,” Code told her as calmly as he could. “We are not trailing shit all the way through the clubhouse and upstairs. Also, I am not having this smell in my room, and since you’re next to mine, yours either.”

“So, what, we just stay like this and continue to stink up the place until someone comes to get him?” she demanded, turning her head away and trying to gulp in clean air, but not quite succeeding. “God, kid, what did your mother feed you? How can it smell this bad?” Another gagging sound.

That was indeed the million dollar question. But for now, he needed a solution. Making a quick decision, he said, “There’s a bathroom just down the hall, but it’s gonna be a tight fit.”

“I don’t care,” she gasped.

“Alright, take the sling off. We’ll put him in that so we don’t drip shit all the way down the hall,” he ordered.

“You want me to carry the shitty baby against myself?” she demanded incredulously.

“Fine, then take it off, but he’s going in that sling until we get to the bathroom. And since I already have shit all over my hands, I’ll carry it.”

With a grimace, she reached up and held it away from her body as much as possible so she could get her head out without befouling her hair. Any other time, he would be amused, but right now, he just wanted the now cooing and happy baby out of his soiled hands and into the damn sling. Once it was away from her body, she managed to hold it still long enough for him to put the baby into it and take hold of it. Harley lost all happiness as soon as he felt that he wasn’t being held anymore, and started to cry. “Oh sure, you cry while we’re covered in your shit,” Glitch muttered before looking at him. “Okay, now where are we going?”

“You grab the diaper bag, because we’re going to need to change him too,” Code told her as he headed for the door, wincing when he stepped in some droplets but refusing to think about it. Instead, he focused on holding the crying baby’s sling just far enough away from his body that it wasn’t touching him, but so that he still held it securely. He didn’t check to make sure Glitch had followed his order, but walked out of the office and turned to the right, down the very short hallway to the bathroom.

It was a bathroom that was only used by himself and sometimes the other brothers if they were desperate, but most of the time, people forgot it was there. Which was a bonus for this moment because it meant that they more than likely would be able to deal with this without getting interrupted. He was also grateful that he had left the door ajar so he didn’t have to open it with his shitty hands. He walked into the bathroom and told Glitch, “Turn on the light.”

The light turned on and he heard her say, “Damn, you weren’t kidding, this is tight.”

It was small. There was a toilet with a cabinet over it, and a small pedestal sink, but also a small shower stall. They could both fit, but it was going to be very tight. “We’re going to have to figure out the shower situation,” he told her.

She looked at it and then back at him and sighed. “Well, we both need to get this washed off, and it looks like we can probably fit in that shower together.”

He went to agree and then stopped when he finally clued in what that would mean. “You know you’re going to have to get out of those clothes, right?” he pointed out.

She paused and then shrugged. “I’m not shy, but if you’re worried that you won’t be able to control yourself…”

He gave her an exasperated look. “I’m covered in shit and holding a screaming baby, but I’ll try and control myself,” he said sarcastically. “Now get the water going so we can get clean.”

She, thankfully, didn’t argue and did just that, rinsing her hands under the spray before turning back to the diaper bag. “I’ll get everything ready for him before we get in,” she explained as she pulled out a new diaper and all other odds and ends they would need. “Are there towels in here?”

“In the cabinet above the toilet.”

She grabbed out a couple of towels and set them on top of the toilet seat. Then she looked at him and the baby. She swallowed hard, then got a look of grim determination on her face. “Alright, hand me the ticking time bomb,” she ordered. “Then strip down and get in the shower so I can hand him back.”

He couldn’t help himself, and joked, “I knew you were obsessed with seeing my dick, but I didn’t think you would cause an explosion to make it happen.”

“Considering I forgot my magnifying glass and tweezers, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she said sweetly. “But if you really want someone to admire your dick, I’ll take one for the team and run upstairs to grab your doll. I can slap her with a flogger to really get you going, make your dick easier to notice.”

He scowled at the mention of that stupid blow up doll, and handed her the sling, trying to somehow strip out of his clothes without getting shit all over himself or in his hair. His efforts were not very successful, and he cursed when he felt some of it leak onto his chest. Finally, he dropped his clothes on to the floor and stepped buck ass naked into the shower, the bath items they would need in his hand. The warm water hit him in the back after he put the soap and washcloth on the small ledge, then he turned to hold his hands out for the baby. “Okay, hand him to me. We’ll need to get this diaper and his clothes off of him. Grab the garbage bin for his diaper; you can drop his clothes onto the pile of mine before you get in here, too.”

“Thank God I don’t have as much on me as you,” she huffed as she moved toward him with the sling. Carefully, Code took Harley out of the sling, trying hard not to gag again, but he moved too quickly and the sling flew back and smacked her hard in the chest, and unfortunately, got more of the shit on her, making her gasp and then freeze as she looked down at herself in horror. When her eyes came back up to his, they were murderous. “You did that on purpose,” she hissed.

“I swear I didn’t,” he gasped out, trying so hard to control his laughter and failing. But really, could he do anything but laugh in this situation?

She didn’t look like she believed him, and she tossed the sling on top of his already soiled clothes. “I’ll get you back for that,” she vowed, even as she tried to find a way to get her top off without getting shit in her hair or on her face. She let out a small scream of exasperation when she finally realized she couldn’t. “Fuck,” she hissed. “Are there scissors or something in here?”

“Check the cabinet,” he told her. He was still holding a crying Harley, trying to keep any water from getting in his face. She stomped over and yanked out a small first aid kit, opening and searching through it before finally finding a pair. She tossed the kit in the pile too, and Code stared at her in confusion. “What did you do that for?” he asked.

She gave him a look that said she thought he was an idiot. “I just touched everything in it with shit stained hands, do you really think we just seal it back up and call it good?”

“Okay, okay, I got your point,” he huffed impatiently. “Just hurry so we can get him cleaned up.”

“Yousoowe me a new top,” she hissed as she cut her top right down the front. “It’s one of my favorites and it took me forever to find.”

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