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The water splashed around as Curly's hands gently ran down the other's body. His fingers slowly scrubbing up the muscly bicep with a bubbly bar od soap soap. The room was quiet, air thick with moisture, an almost tropical breeze suffocating both of them
"Lift your arm up, honey"
He whispered. The man complied, just staring off into distance. Curly's hand moved down from the arm, to his armpit and to his waist. He scrubbed gently, washing off the daily grim. The captain has never thought of himself as much of a caregiver. Never had an experience even with children, not to mention a grown man. But it felt different. It felt different from when spoiled kids cried in public. It felt different from when toddlers made a mess everywhere and refused to eat. It was different. He felt... Comfort. Soothing his partner's anxious tears or helping him clean up the mess. Curly could never be mad at Jimmy. And he blamed himself for it.
His hand continued it's journey, slowly moving towards the hairy legs. His sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders yet there was still water splashed over his entire jumpsuit. But he didn't mind. He could never. The captain observed as Jimmy moved around the little plastic duck in the tube. There was no purpose in trying to get to him. Jim was in his own universe. And maybe that was better. His hands itched lower, slowly moving through the thick thighs towards the knees and his skinny ankles before running back up in circular motion. The water splashed quietly as Curly rubbed the skin up and down rhythmically. He gently pushed away the little yellow duck as it bumped into his arm. The captain's eyes ran over the man's face before ending up in between his legs. Curly could never be mad at Jimmy.
Each inch of his body had to be washed after all. There too. It was normal. Yet the captain could still feel the heat slowly settling at the bottom of his stomach. His thoughts were dirty. Filthy. His lover could never consent. Curly never took adventure of that. But it didn't stop him growing more and more uncomfortable in the jumpsuit. A hand slowly pumped the girthy length, fingers gently squeezing around it, running a thumb over the tip.
Yet Jim just stared off into space, his thick and useless fingers slowly plopping the duck around. Not even a blush on his cheek. He tended to be more reactive most of the time, but it wasn't uncommon for him to dissociate. Fingers slowly squeezed the soft balls underneath, rubbing the soap into them, gently. The jumpsuit started to get tighter and hotter as Curly continued with gentle movements. He was a bad man. He knew he'd have to relieve himself in his room after that, looking at the smiling picture of Jimmy, as ropes of cum shot across the picture. His partner already walked in on him jerking off a few times but never understood what was going. Which just left him feeling incredibly guilty and uncomfortable.
"Like this honey, one leg over the edge, come on"
Warm arms were wrapped around Jimmy's wet body, holding him tightly and slowly helping him out of the bathtub. The man eventually stood up, water slowly dripping onto the bath rug as his lover patted down the towel on his body. A gentle smiled appeared on his face.
"Thank you"
Curly could never be mad at him.