Page 43 of Learning to Run

“Okay.” Cashel seemed to give up on arguing with Garethabout the logic of us moving in together and straightened so he was completelyin the shower again.

As he finished washing down my chest and gently over mydick, he frowned thoughtfully. “I think you should be very grateful that youdon’t have enough storage space for us to move in with you.”

I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or not, honestly.

I gave him a quick kiss as he motioned for me to turnaround. “Well, I’m not sure there are any bigger apartments open right now, sowe’ll have to make do and just work on keeping the walk of shames to a minimum.We can figure out the rest later.”

Cashel just sighed as he started washing my back, so Garethhappily took the opening. “We’ll need to figure out what kind of commute youcan reasonably do once you finish your master’s. I don’t want you exhaustedbecause of driving too much. That will drastically cut down on the amount ofsex you’ll want.”

“Oh, good point.” He was a very good planner. “And we’llhave to work out the details on what kind of apartment we’ll need. Like, I’mnot sure if you guys will need a home office or not.”

Cashel seemed to have decided to ignore the conversationaltogether because he simply kissed the back of my neck when it seemed like hewas done with the back of me. “Switch places with me. Let’s wash your hair.”

Bath time was the best.

Turning around and carefully shifting us so that I was underthe spray, I gave him another quick peck. “Thank you.”

He shook his head like he thought I was insane but did hisbest to pretend to ignore the conversation. “You’re welcome.”

“I don’t think we’ll need something right off the bat, butif I’m actually going to become a professor, I’m going to need to go right intogetting my master's.” Gareth sighed adorably. “But we need to make sure I havea good study space that won’t interfere with you guys doing stuff together.Just because I need to study doesn’t mean you guys won’t want to do other stufftogether after your regular workday ends.”

Good point.

Cashel seemed to agree because he stopped pretending that hecouldn’t hear our wonderful plans. “So at least two really big bedrooms in anapartment, one for an actual bedroom and one that can be made into a multi-usestudy or office space? We’ll probably need the second closet area anyway.”

Yep, he couldn’t ignore us for long.

But as he started massaging shampoo through my hair, Imoaned and lost track of the conversation going on around me. “Yes…I…”

I heard Gareth giggle. “Yeah, he’s good at that.”

“I need to work on my technique.” I hadn’t made Gareth moanwhen I’d been washing him, but then again, he’d been slightly distracted andorgasmed out for the moment.

Cashel’s fingers got just a bit firmer and sent waves oftingly pleasure through me. “You’re both just being ridiculous.”

He said ridiculous but he didn’t hurry things up and fuckwith his technique, so I had a feeling he liked the compliments.

“But it’s so good…” He hit another hot spot and I moanedagain. “I really wish I wasn’t standing up for this.”

Cashel gave a soft laugh but Gareth seemed to agree with me.“I think we need to look for a shower with a seat in our first big apartmenttogether. Then when it’s your turn to be pampered I could give you a blow joband Cash could wash your hair. It’d be amazing.”

Agreed.

“Yes…seat…” The wonderful mix of pleasures had my braintrying to decide if I was going to come or fall asleep and I wasn’t sure whichwould’ve been better.

Sadly, neither were going to work, so I wasn’t surprisedwhen Cashel eventually eased up on the massage and moved my head to rinse offthe suds. “Gareth, I might have to punish you for holding out on me. Youshould’ve told me about Cashel’s magic hands.”

Snickering and not sounding worried at all, Gareth piped upagain. “Shift change. My turn to wash Cash.”

We really needed a bigger shower…and a faster bathingroutine.

Chapter 13

Gareth

Ignoring the way Cash was blushing, I focused on Batesbecause he was grinning ear to ear. “We could eat whipped cream off his dick?”

“That would be special, but would it be special for him orfor us?” Bates cocked his head, being a good Dom and thinking it through. “We’dlike to get him sticky but would Cashel like to get sticky?”

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