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“Ugh, come on you two. You're absolutely disgusting.” Robert says, coming to lift Waterboy off Chad's lap, point with his thumb back towards his bathroom. “Shower? Post sex cuddle? Sound good?”
Herman nods, "Y-Yeah… Sounds really, really good.”
Flambae can't help but assert his strength over Robert by lifting Herman into his arms, carrying him towards the bathroom, walking there like he owns the place. “You're so weak, Bob-Rob. Hurry up, I'm faster than you and I'm even carrying this dead weight.” He emphasizes the last words by slightly tossing Waterboy into the air like a sack of potatoes, causing a laugh to erupt from Herman's chest. Robert just rolls his eyes, discarding his clothes on the way to the bathroom without a care in the word about having to pick them up later.
Herman could get used to this. Definitely.
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Herman’s smiling like a dork as Robert chases after him and Chad on the way to the bathroom. He’s all warm inside and his cheeks are starting to hurt from how happy he is. So much happened in the last few hours and so much of it was a dream come true for the ginger. It all still feels a bit hazy. Maybe from the orgasms. Maybe from the weed. Or maybe, better yet, the happiness that sits right in the center of Herman’s chest. Whatever it is, it feels good. He looks up from Chad’s shoulder to see a softness in Robert’s eyes, his crows feet crinkling at the sight of Chad carrying Herman.
They reach the bathroom and Flambae abruptly, but gently, places Waterboy on the toilet. Robert enters, now stripped to only his boxers, and turns the water on for the shower. Robert turns to Waterboy, still very naked he now remembers covering his chest, and gives him a pointed look.
“Make sure you pee, kid.” He says, before exiting the bathroom.
”O-oh,” Herman says, a little embarrassed. “R-right.”
Despite the kind and very important reminder, Herman sits there like a deer in headlights. Not only is he a little self conscious, about, y’know. He also just took in the sight of Robert’s bathroom. Despite the bareness of the rest of the apartment, Robert’s bathroom was like something out of a movie. The shower had a glass door that swung out into the bathroom. The glass was beginning to steam up, but Herman could see the crisp, white tiles that lined the wall. The left corner of the shower had a built-in granite shelf home to a few soap bottles and the right side had a granite seat. Why the shower had a seat, Herman had no clue.
Outside the shower, fluffy bath mats sat in front of the shower door and sink. The sink had beautiful white counters, oak cabinets and drawers, and-
Flambae was staring at him.
“Pee, bitch. Or you’ll get a UTI. Nobody wants that.”
“O-oh. Yep. I’ll get right on that.” Waterboy said
“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed now.” Flambae scoffed, “I literally just gave you like, ten orgasms.”
Herman heats up remembering the recent memory. It was three, but they sure did feel like ten. Who’s counting anyways?
Flambae sighs, and pointedly turns his body around, arms crossed to face the door.
“Better?” He asks, not unkindly
Herman lets out a small chuckle, “Yeah.”
Chad snorts and shakes his head a little. Once Waterboy finishes, Chad turns back around and begins digging in a drawer while he washes his hands. He pulls out a small overnight bag and places it on the counter.
“Look, Bob-bob may have this bathroom all nice and shiny, but the bitch still buys 3 in 1 shampoo.” Flambae says, pulling out some travel sized soap bottles.
“Hey, I bought some new stuff after you complained last time.” Robert says, returning with some towels and three water bottles.
“Yeah and it’s probably shit.” Flambae says, chugging the water Robert hands to him. “And with the way Herm over here is ogling your bathroom, I wouldn’t want to disappoint him. Would you, Bob-bob?”
Chad swings the door open as he gets into the shower.
“After tonight, I don’t think his soap choice will disappoint me.” Waterboy mumbles, sipping the water given to him.
Robert chuckles as he hangs up the towels. The two take a second to rehydrate after tonight’s activities.
“Hurry up before I use all the hot water, bitch.” Flambae shouts from inside the shower.
Robert shakes his head and begins pulling off his boxers. He sets his and Hermans’s water bottle down on the counter before grabbing Herman’s hand.
“C’mon kid.”
The two get in and it’s a bit cramped with all of them standing up, but Herman doesn’t mind. Hot water rushes down Waterboy’s face and body. He shivers, adjusting to the temperature change. His nipples harden, which is uncomfortable considering how abused they were back in the living room, but then warm, hands circle his waist. Chad rests his head on the taller man’s back, and Herman relaxes at the touch, his body unwinding.
There’s no rush with the two men. They’re all completely wiped after all from the night’s previous activities, but also there’s a sense that they want to savor these moments with the younger man. Robert kisses his cheek as he lathers the shampoo Flambae brought in his hands. He reaches up and slowly begins to massage the soap into Herman's curls. It’s gentle and sweet. Chad sidesteps the two to get shampoo in his own hair. He takes care of himself, because only he “does it right”.
Waterboy watches Flambae over Robert’s shoulder. He watches the hot water rush down the fire hero’s toned back, his shoulders flexing as he reaches up to put the lathered soap in his hair. God, what a sight. Herman bites his lip, holding back a groan. Flambae turns around at the sound and shakes his head.
“No, Robert.” Chad says, the soap well in his jet black locks. “Here, move, bitch.”
“Dude, it’s fine.” Robert says, moving behind Waterboy, hands gently resting on his waist.
“Bullshit.” The fiery man says, reaching into Herman’s hair.
Flambae pushes his fingers into the roots of Waterboy's hair. Where Robert had just rubbed the shampoo in, Flambae was gently massaging it into his scalp. His fingers drew gentle, but firm circles all over the top of his head. The repetitive motion slowly brought a sigh out of the ginger.
“See, told you.” Flambae smirked
Robert just shook his head and leaned into the taller man. He began kissing the nape of his neck, then his shoulders, before slowly trailing kisses down Herman’s spine. The younger man let out a groan. It wasn’t exactly pleasure he was feeling, more like contentment. The feeling of being the center of attention of your childhood crush and super hot co-worker kind of contentment. Flambae eventually tilts Herman’s head back into the shower stream. The suds run down his back, and once he’s done, Chad gently places a kiss on lips. He gently positions Waterboy on the granite seat, before turning to Robert.
“Your turn, bitch.”
Herman watches as Chad lathers the shampoo in his hands and performs the same gentle circles on Robert’s scalp. He watches as Robert leans into the touch, just a bit, and places his head on Flambae’s chest. Flambae snorts, but says nothing. When he’s done, he leans Robert’s head back, and as the soap is rushing to the shower floor, attacks his neck. Robert groans at the touch of Chad’s lips and it sends an all too familiar feeling to Herman's core. He gets up and makes his way behind Robert and joins Chad in his surprise barrage.
“Confident now, huh, kid.” Robert sighs out. Herman says nothing, but Robert can feel the smile on his lips as the kisses continue.
The rest of the shower is a blur of steam, suds, and kisses. Hands are trailing bodies that aren’t their own with gentle caresses. The glass seemed to be extra fogged up than normal. Herman’s body is washed with extra care after essentially being sucked and fucked into oblivion. The two men are practically worshipping him, and all he wants to do is relish in it. Waterboy wishes it could go on forever, and by the looks on the older men’s faces, they do too. But eventually the shower starts to run colder and Robert, ever so gently, reminds them that he does in fact have a water bill to pay, so reluctantly, the men get out.
Waterboy is wrapped up in a towel by Robert who gently tossels his wet hair. It might be useless on account of his powers, but Waterboy appreciates it nonetheless. Flambae wraps his hair up in a second towel to dry, while Robert merely wipes himself off. Of course, Flambae scoffs at this, before taking the extra towel to dry Robert’s hair himself, mumbling something about “same towel for his ass.”
Herman sits again on the toilet, lid closed, and watches as Chad and Robert go through a well rehearsed routine. Flambae digs through his overnight bag and pulls out some products, while Robert begins brushing his teeth. Chad begins his well organized skincare routine. A face wash, some serums, etc. As he’s doing this to himself, he, at times, would turn Robert to face him, toothbrush dangling from his mouth, to apply some to the shorter man. Robert doesn’t fight it, but makes a face like this is something they’ve discussed before. Herman smiles. Flambae turns to the wet man and frowns.
”W-what did I do?”
“Have stupid perfect skin.”
“Oh.”
Robert chuckles and finishes brushing. He opens the cabinet under the sink to pull out an extra toothbrush.
“Here, kid.” He says, “For tonight. Or, y’know. Any other time.”
Herman’s body fills with butterflies at the thought of another night like this.
“I’ll be in the bedroom when you guys are done.” Robert says, a smear of toothpaste on the corner of his mouth.
Flambae notices with a face of disgust and swipes the mess from Robert’s mouth, patting his face afterwards. Robert smiles and mouths a thank you, Chad just waves him off.
Waterboy gets up from the toilet and begins brushing his teeth, just as Flambae begins to clean up his stuff. He stands behind the younger man for a minute, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck, before disappearing to wherever Robert went. Herman rinses the toothpaste down the drain and looks at himself in the mirror. His hair seems shinier than usual, probably thanks to Flambae’s chosen products. His skin also seems glowier? Like he seems to radiate something. Joy? Pleasure? He’s not sure, but it makes him feel all warm inside.
Herman peeks his head out of the bathroom. Down the hall, light peeks out of a doorway and sounds of drawers opening and sheets rustling can be heard. Herman leaves the bathroom, tracking wet footprints down the hall on the way to what he assumes is Robert’s bedroom. The bedroom of Mecha-man. Truly, this night can get better. As if on cue, he turns his head to see the obscene mess left behind from earlier, reminding him of how much better his night has gotten at every turn.
Herman reaches the illuminated doorway. Flambae, now in black boxers, is standing over the bed contemplating something. Robert is sifting through his dresser in just his boxers, his dog, Beef, sitting at his feet. Robert reaches down to pet the pup and Beef’s tongue hangs out of his mouth, the equivalent of a smile. Flambae walks around the King sized bed, tugging one corner or another, only to toss the pillows he’s holding in a fit of rage. Robert looks up from what he’s doing.
“Dude, it doesn’t have to be perf-” He gets a pillow to the face.
“Man, fuck off.” Flambae says, catching the pillow as Robert throws it back.
“I’m just saying,” Robert says, finally closing the drawers. “We’re literally about to get in it anyways.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Bob-bob.”
Robert throws on a tank top and walks over to Waterboy, Beef trailing behind him.
“Here, kid.”
Robert hands him a pair of boxers and a hoodie.
“O-oh.” Waterboy starts “That’s okay. I-I wouldn't want to get everything wet.”
”Kid, what did I say before?” Robert places a kind hand on his bare shoulder. “It’s just a little water. Besides, you’re shivering.”
Damn, he was right. Waterboy shuffles into the room, and stands by the closest. He slowly drops the towel onto the floor, stepping into the boxers. They fit well, omg he’s wearing his boss’ boxer’s. His hero’s boxers. His childhood’s crushes’ boxers!!! Herman shakes himself out of it before he begins to hyperventilate, and throws the hoodie over his head. It fits perfectly. And it smells just. Like. Robert. Oh God, Herman is going to die here.
“It was the biggest one I had,” Robert says, interrupting his train of thoughts.
“Short bitch.” Flambae comments, earning him a punch to the shoulder.
Robert gets in on the left side of the bed, patting the empty spot next to him. Waterboy slowly gets in, still self conscious about the wet streaks he’s leaving, but he says nothing. Once he’s just settling in, Flambae plops down behind him and wraps his arms around him, pulling Herman straight against his back.
Herman can feel Chad’s toned chest behind him. He feels it rising and falling as he breathes. It’s nice. Really nice. What shocks him though is when Flambae begins to heat his body up, ever so slightly. Steam begins to permeate off of Waterboy’s body, keeping him semi dry. Like, as soon as the water permeates his skin, it evaporates right off. It’s the driest he’s ever been in his life.
“See,” Robert says, with a smile, “Just a little water.”
Herman smiles back as Robert reaches out to wrap his arms around the two other men. One hand alternates caressing Flambae’s shoulder and playing lightly with his hair. The other holds Herman’s hand, squeezing it ever so gently, like he’s reassuring him. It’s peaceful. Quiet. Every once and awhile a kiss is placed somewhere on the young hero’s head or neck. A reminder that this is real and it’s his to enjoy. He sighs, which turns into a grunt as sudden pressure lands on his legs.
“Beef!” Robert laughs.
The dog climbs over Robert and Waterboy, planting himself right against Flambae’s legs.
“Bob-bob, tell your stupid dog to fuck off.” Chad groans, digging his face into Waterboy’s neck.
“He’s not a good listener.” He muses.
Chad groans, but doesn’t say anything. He lets out a yawn and tightens his grip around Herman. Oh yeah, it is getting late.
“You’re allowed to stay, kid.” Robert says, watching the realization dawn on the younger man’s face. “Not like, Chad’s letting you go anytime soon.
Herman feels Flambae’s eye roll against his shoulder.
“I know,” Herman starts, “But I have my granny and stuff.”
“I can set an alarm so you can get out of here on time. And if it makes you feel better, I can ask Blazer or someone to check in on her tonight.”
“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother!”
Don’t want to be a bother? Really, that’s what he comes up with? He smoked Chad’s weed, made a mess of Robert’s living room, used ALL his hot water, and now he’s worried about being a bother. Nice going, Herman. Real nice goi-
His anxious spiral is stopped abruptly as Flamabe tilts his head back, forcing him to look at the man behind him. The look on his face is stern.
“Man, it’s literally our job to do stup-” Flambae cuts himself off with a sigh, “Smaller tasks like that. Give yourself a break.”
“Blazer won’t be upset.” Robert adds. “I’ve called in favors for things less important before. It won’t be a big deal, promise.”
Herman wants to debate it, he really does. But he’s warm and dry for once in his life. And his legs are starting to feel like jelly. And he’s sleepy and that wouldn’t be the best when trying to get home safely. And does he really want to disturb Beef? That wouldn’t be nice of him. Okay, that last reason was pushing it, but still his point stands. Herman does not want to leave this bed.
He nods, “Okay.”
“Okay, what?” Flambae coaxed.
“Okay, I’ll stay.” He replies, sheepishly, “If t-that’s okay with you?”
This answer earns him a tighter embrace and a kiss on the head. Herman takes that as confirmation that it is very okay with the two of them.
Robert lets go of the men briefly to shoot a quick text to Blazer and set an alarm, before turning the lights off. When he rolls back over, Waterboy watches as the city lights illuminate his face. He looks tired, but not in a bad way. He looks tired in the same way he feels. In the same way he’s certain Flambae feels too. Robert kisses his head, before replacing his arms back where they were.
He feels the weight of Flambae’s arm grow heavier as he begins to drift off to sleep. Robert’s breathing slows and so do the circles he’s been tracing on Chad’s shoulders. Waterboy feels beef roll over into a more comfortable position. Thoughts of everything that’s happened tonight swirl in Herman’s head, and with a smile on his face, he drifts off to sleep.