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Charlie sat on the couch, arms wrapped around his torso, clearly uncomfortable, looking up at you with those big green eyes.
“I promise, I took a bath in the sink at the bar just three days ago, I’m fine!”
“Charlie, I love you but there is no way you are sleeping in my bed until you take a proper bath.” You crossed your arms, trying to look stern, but the look in his eyes softened yours. You kneeled in front of him and took his hands in yours. “Look Charlie, I promise it will be alright, honestly I think you’ll love it, okay? We’ll go slow and gentle and it’ll be really nice.”
His brows crinkled in concentration. “Uh.. fine, I guess I can try it.”
You stood up, still holding his hand and guiding him up off the couch, “C’mon, you get in the bathroom and start getting undressed, I’ll go grab your pjs from the dryer.”
You brought Charlie to your bathroom and let him stand by the sink, hands stuffed in his pockets while you ran the water, feeling it with your fingers till it reached the perfect temperature. You put in the plug and began rummaging through the medicine cabinet next to the tub, searching till you found the two bottles. Your mother had bought you two lush gift sets for Christmas, and you hadn’t gotten around to using them yet, but Charlie deserved to be spoiled for once, bubble bath, bath bombs, lotion, the whole nine yards.
“Here, smell these and tell me which you like best.”
Charlie opened the first cap and took a deep inhale, wrinkling his nose and grimacing. Not a fan of roses then. He opened the second bottle and took a more tentative sniff, followed by a much deeper one, exhaling with a contented little sigh.
“Definitely this one.” he said, “Is this to drink?”
You held back a giggle. ‘No Charlie, it’s the soap. We do have something called a bath bomb we can use to make the water purple and bubbly?”
His face brightened for the first time of this ordeal. “Uh, yeah! Bubbles could be fun. Purple is Mac’s favorite color too, so it’s a pretty good color.”
“Great!” You took the lavender scented out of the basket and dropped it into the tub, smiling as you watched Charlie peer over to see the color spreading from it. “Okay, you get undressed and I’ll go grab your clean clothes and a towel.”
You popped out of the bathroom and down the hall to the closet that held your washer and dryer, popping the dryer door open to pull out a holey (but at least now clean - very clean because you washed them twice) set of long johns and Charlie’s black horse t-shirt. You grabbed your biggest, fluffiest towel from the shelf above the dryer and brought everything back to the bathroom.
The bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and vanilla, the tub a little under halfway full of pinky-purple water and swirls of bubbles. Charlie stood, still fully dressed, exactly where you left him.
“Charlie, I thought you were going to get undressed?”
“Yeah, well… I don’t like being naked so much, ‘ts why I usually shower in the bar sink so I can keep my clothes on, and wash them at the same time too.”
“I thought you loved getting naked and going down in the sewers with Frank though?” You cringed at the thought, yet another reason Charlie had to take a bath.
“Well, yeah, but it’s uh, it’s all dark down there, y’know, no one can see me.”
“Oh, I understand. Well, we can turn the bathroom lights off, I’ll just light some candles so we can still sort of see. And you know Charlie, you can be any way with me, I love you no matter what okay? I want you to be comfortable.”
He shifted from one foot to the other, thinking. “I- yeah okay. Fine. The candles and dark and stuff. But, if I’m naked, I think I would feel a lot more comfortable if you were also naked.” The tips of his ears and nose were pink and you felt your skin flush to match.
“Well, okay I guess that makes sense, but how about this, so I don’t get too cold outside the bath, I’ll keep my underwear on okay? Lights off, just the candles, and I’ll be nearly naked too. Would that work for you?”
Charlie grinned to himself, “Yes, I agree to those terms.”
You fished around in the drawer beneath the bathroom sink till you found the lighter you kept there, and quickly lit the multiple candles scattered across your bathroom. Once all lit and lighter returned to the drawer, you flipped the light switch, leaving the bathroom bathed in a warm glow, the flames of the candles reflecting softly on the cold white tile walls and floor.
You raised your eyebrows and gestured at Charlie’s jacket, then brought your hand back to yourself to start unzipping your hoodie. Charlie shrugged out of his green army jacket and toed off his shoes. He unzipped his jeans and wiggled them down till they could fall to the floor themselves. He stood in his briefs and t-shirt and gestured back at you.
You rolled your eyes slightly, but pulled up at the hem of your t-shirt, lifting it over your head and letting it drop neatly to the floor. You unzipped your own jeans and peeled them off, pulling your socks off with them. There. You were down to your underwear now, so it was Charlie’s turn.
Surprisingly, Charlie went for the briefs first, sliding them down and bending with the motion, lifting each foot at the end to get his socks off. Then he just stood there, looking at you. It was humorous really, the naked from the waist down but t-shirt on look, but you knew better than to laugh.
“Well Charlie?”
“Uh.. I don’t usually like taking my shirt off. Um, what if, well maybe, I could take off my shirt and you take your bra off?” He asked hesitantly. You honestly couldn’t tell if this was just some poor excuse to see your tits, or if Charlie was really that uncomfortable. It was maybe both.
You shrugged and reached your arms behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it slide off your shoulders and down your arms to join the rest of your clothes. You raised an eyebrow at Charlie. “Well, I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”
He peeled his eyes from your chest and back to your face before clearing his throat. “Fine.” He pulled his shirt off quickly, desperate to get it over with, and settled with his arms crossed protectively over his stomach.
Despite being rather small looking in clothes (and somewhat out of them, he was only an inch or so taller than you), he had nothing to be ashamed of. His skin was pale and covered in freckles over surprisingly strong muscles built from a physically difficult job. His stomach carried a small layer of extra heft indicative of his poor diet, but it worked on him, lending a bit of sweet softness to his body. He didn’t even look as dirty as you expected, the majority of the unpleasant smell may have been from his clothes.
The bath was full now, nearly over full, so you rushed to turn off the faucet. “Okay, let’s get you in.”
Charlie eyed the water hesitantly, but lifted a leg over the edge and into the water. His eyes widened. “Oh, it’s warm!”
“Of course it’s warm, a cold bath would be miserable.” You laughed.
“Yeah,” he agreed, not laughing, “it really is.” Now assured that the water was comfortable, it took no coaxing to get his other leg in and him sat down on the floor of the tub, legs stretched out in front of him.
You grabbed another, smaller, towel and a washcloth from the medicine cabinet, folding the towel and laying it on the floor in front of the tub to kneel on. You grabbed the lavender scented shower gel and a cup from the bathroom counter where Charlie left it and sat it on the rim of the tub before kneeling down on the towel.
Charlie had sat serenely, watching you, hands gliding idly through the swirls of color in the water. “This water is really pretty. It doesn’t even smell like paint either.”
“Oh, yeah, I don’t think they use paint for the coloring. I don’t know what they use, but I don’t think it’s paint.” Charlie hummed in quiet agreement, or maybe disagreement, who knows.
You took the cup and filled it with water from the bath. “We’re gonna start with your hair, lean your head back so I don’t get water in your eyes. Charlie complied and you gently tipped the cup over the crown of his head, wetting his thick dark hair. You had to repeat the process a few times to get it fully saturated, but once it was you grabbed your shampoo bottle from the corner of the tub.
“Wait, I want to smell this one too,” he stopped you.
You obliged, letting him pop the cap open and take a whiff. His eyes closed dreamily and a goofy smile took over his face. “This one smells like you.”
“Yep, that’s cause it’s the shampoo I use.” You said, taking the bottle from him and squeezing a large puddle of the citrusy smelling shampoo into the palm of your hand. “Here,” you motioned with your empty hand, “turn around so your back is facing me.”
Charlie swiveled around, clutching his knees close to his chest and settled in, back towards you. You shuffled closer and brought the shampoo filled hand to his head, letting it drip over his hair, before sinking your fingers into it, moving the gel though his hair and building up a nice thick lather.
Charlie let out a gentle sigh, leaning further back into you, not even reacting as his back made contact with your exposed breasts, too lost in the scalp massage you were currently doling out. You weren’t even doing it for relaxing purposes at first, really you just wanted to be thorough and make sure you got his hair well and truly clean. But seeing how he clearly enjoyed it, you decided to lean more into the massage aspect, running your fingers firmly, but gently, in soothing circles, focusing especially on the back and sides of his head where you would swear you could feel tension.
Charlie groaned softly and leaned his head even further back into your hands, subconsciously following your hands as they moved like a cat being pet. You indulged this, petting him a bit, running the stands of his hair though your fingers until squeaky clean.
“Okay, turn to the side again so we can rinse this out.”
Charlie pouted a bit but complied, tipping his head back without being asked so you could pour the water over his head. Once the shampoo was completely rinsed out you grabbed your conditioner, “Okay, back to me again.”
“But, you just washed my hair. Are you going to do it again?” He asked.
“Oh no, this is conditioner.”
“Conditioner? For what?”
“Your hair, it makes it soft and gets out any tangles.”
Charlie motioned for the bottle and you obliged, letting him smell this one as well. “Huh, smells the same.” He turned his back towards you once more, looking forward to a repeat of the shampoo massage.
You did not disappoint, running the conditioner through his hair until it was soft and shiny and silky. You repeated the process of rinsing his hair, combing it back with your fingers to keep the drenched hair out of his eyes and face while the rest of the shower proceeded.
“Okay, just soap and we’re all good to go.” You said, shifting back to sit on your heels for a moment to take some of the weight and pressure of your now stiff knees.
You dipped the washcloth into the water to wet it down before getting a good dollop of the lavender scented soap on it. You folded the cloth in half, rubbing it between your hands a bit to build up a lather. “Okay, we’ll start with the top of you and work our way down.”
You ran the soapy washcloth over his neck, scrubbing around the front and back, behind his ears and up into his beard and over his face, making sure everything was clean. Down his neck to his shoulders and back, appreciating the sturdy strength you felt there. You paused to add a bit more soap to the cloth before working on his arms, bringing it down his bicep down to his forearm and hands, giving a little hand massage to the nimble fingers there. Back up the underside of his arm and giving his armpit a scrub, eliciting a small ticklish giggle that you filed away to remember for later.
You repeated this process with his other arm and then dunked the washcloth back into the water, rinsing off the dirt that had already accumulated. Once rinsed, another squeeze of soap and a quick lather, and you leaned over the edge of the tub to wash his chest. You maybe spent a bit more time there than technically necessary, enjoying the firmness of his pectoral muscles and the way his nipples pebbled when you ran the washcloth over them. You brought the washcloth further down his chest to wash his stomach and startled a bit when you felt something brush against your wrist.
You raised your eyebrows, surprised that Charlie was hard. His face was flushed and his eyes were trained at an empty spot on the wall, very pointedly trying not to acknowledge it. Despite the fact you and Charlie had been together several months now, you had not yet been physically intimate. You honestly weren’t 100% sure that Charlie was interested in sex with another person, though you figured there might be a chance he would grow to want it the way he had with kissing.
When you first started your relationship Charlie was adamant that kissing was gross and slimy. As it developed though, he found himself more tolerant of pecks and closed-mouth kisses, before even initiating full on make out sessions eventually. You were thankful mostly because you enjoyed kissing, but also partially as it gave Charlie a reason to focus more on dental hygiene, and now knew if he wanted to kiss you he needed to be brushing his teeth twice a day with the nice new toothbrush you bought him.
When you and Charlie made out he did usually get aroused, but he had always seemed slightly uncomfortable about it, so you never brought it up or made any move to go any further. Your full intention was to do the same today, but before you could move your hand away from him Charlie’s shot out and grabbed your wrist, holding it still.
“Uh..” You started.
Charlie let go of your wrist like it burned him, “I’m sorry, sorry I didn’t, I just- I mean, I don’t want you to, I’m not gonna make you do anything. I’m sorry, let’s just, maybe this should be done now right? I’ll, uh, get dressed again, I’m probably clean enough.” Charlie brought his hands to the edge of the tub, ready to push himself out.
“Charlie, Charlie! Wait,” You pull him back down and he settles, “I, um, I could help you out with that, if you want?” You gesture with your chin to his crotch, “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable, didn’t think you were interested in that, but uh, if you are, I am too.”
“I- I don’t think I was at first, and I’m not all the time, but like now more lately I think I have been, so yeah, if- if you want to, um, do that, I would be okay with that.” The pretty flush on his face had spread down to his neck at this point.
“Okay, yeah, let’s finish getting you washed up and then I can.. help you out.” You added more soap to the nearly forgotten washcloth and started at his feet, washing up his calves to his thighs, both of you holding your breath as your hands climbed higher and higher. Before you could get to the fun part you leaned over further to start on the other leg. You paused when you finished with his leg and crinkled your brows, unsure of how to bring the next part up.
Charlie’s eyes widened in understanding. “Um, if you give me the washcloth I can, uh wash my, like, butt and stuff. It’s probably weird for you to do that huh?”
Your face grew hot. “I mean, I can, but it might be more comfortable for you to do it yourself, and less awkward.” You laughed awkwardly and handed him the washcloth, “But rest assured, if anything ever happened to you and you ended up bed bound and in diapers or something crazy like that I’d still love and take care of you like that.”
Charlie giggles at that too, easing your worry that you had totally killed the mood. The moan Charlie let out as he washed his front, fingers and washcloth wrapped around himself brought back the mood in full force.
“I, um, I think you're doing my job for me, huh?”
Charlie stopped, looking a little guilty. You took the washcloth from him gently, rinsing it and wringing it out before hanging it on the hook. You leaned forward and stuck your hand into the water, wrapping your fingers gently around his erection and stroking. Huh. Maybe water wasn’t the best lube of choice, as it wasn’t really the slick slippery slide you, and Charlie likely as well, were looking for.
Thinking fast in your feet, you pulled the plug of the tub up, letting enough water drain that the majority of Charlie’s cock was exposed. You squeezed a small amount of the shower gel into your palm and lathered it again before returning your hand, this time the much more desirable smooth stroke drawing a soft noise from Charlie, hips giving a small involuntary twitch to push himself further into your hand.
You began to stroke him in earnest now, using your other hand to once again help him turn so his back was facing you, but this time you kneeled up fully, pressing your body flush along his back and nuzzling your face into his neck. Both of your heads were downturned to watch him thrust into your hand, rotating slightly each time on the way back up his length to brush your fingers gently over his slit, distributing the wetness gathering there over the rest of him.
The whole bathing process had clearly worked Charlie up, as the noises leaving his mouth were growing more and more desperate and high pitched. His head fell back to rest on you as you nipped and sucked at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
“Oh, fuck, I’m close, shit I’m-” The pace of his hips went stacato as he came, jerking and shuddering in your grasp. You held him gently through the aftershocks, pressing tiny kisses to his neck and the side of his face, whispering nonsense words of endearment.
“Fuck, that was, wow. That was amazing!” Charlie said when he regained speech.
You laughed, “Yeah, it really was.” You could feel yourself aching and wet between your own legs, but as you watched Charlie blink sleepily, you decided this night was definitely all about him. Maybe next time, hopefully next time, but for right now you just needed to get him to bed.
You pulled the plug again, “C’mon baby, let’s get you dry.” He stood up with you, clinging to you for warmth and affection. You helped him balance as he stepped out of the tub and quickly wrapped him in the big fuzzy towel you brought. You rubbed it through his hair and gently over his body till he was dry. “Hmm, I also have some lotion with the same smell, would you like me to put some on you?”
“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agreed.
You poured a bit of the lotion from the cabinet on your palm, rubbing it between the other palm to warm it up before gliding it over his body in the same order you had the soap. As you kneeled down to get his legs, you resisted the urge to smirk as his dick gave a valiant attempt at a twitch with you kneeling before him. Once the lotion was all rubbed in you handed him his clean clothes, letting him get into the long johns and t-shirt while you gathered the clothes both of you were wearing before the bath and tossing them in the hamper to be washed tomorrow.
You took Charlie’s hand and led him to the bedroom, nudging him to go lay down while you changed into your own pajamas. It hadn’t even been two minutes, but as you slipped into the other side of the bed, Charlie was fast asleep, instinctively reaching his arms out to you. You scooted over towards him, letting him wrap himself around you, warm and cozy, as you drifted off yourself.