RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I look down at his hands on my chest, smiling as he rubs the soap deeply into my skin, cleaning away all the memories of our first time, but replacing those memories with new ones, innocent ones.

I smile up at him before leaning my own arm out towards the wall, squeezing some soap into my own hand before bringing my hand up to his shoulder and rubbing the smooth skin their with the slick soapy liquid.

"Yeah know, this is really nice," I tell him with a smile as we continue to wash each other.

"I know. It's the kind of dorky romantic things I've always hoped for in a relationship." I say, smiling, "I'm not bothered about the sex. Although that was amazing and magickal and thank you."

I punctuate my sentence with a kiss, before moving my hands to his back, tracing my fingers along the ridges before slowly soaping my way back up.

"But the little things like this just mean the world to me. They just prove that there's more to us than animal lust."

"Yeah, I mean, I haven't really ever had a relationship, as you know, and these little sweet nothings are what I haven't really had."

I soap my hands up again before moving my hands across Matt's chest, tracing all his tattoos with my fingers, looking at all the ones that I remember him getting when I have known him. Which are actually most of them.

"I love your inks, they make you look so much more muscular and... yummy."

"I had this with Tuomas but it never really lasted. He was more interested in making out. And I mean, he was hot as hell, so it's not like I was complaining but... but this is much better and you are way hotter." I say, catching myself.

I laugh a little, "Sorry, goofy Matt coming through."

I look down as I watch him, tracing my tattoos, "Y'know most of my muscle is actually inked on."

"So you have muscles on your muscles?" I question before looking up at him, now washing down his now soapy chest.

I smile up at him before bringing my fingers up to his face and tracing his chin before leaning up and kissing him.

I smile against his lips, loving how I can just kiss him now without saying a word and he knows exactly how I feel.

I love how innocent this all still is. He's so amazing, so perfect, so fuckin' Zacky. I'm smiling so much into the kiss that our lips break away, unintentionally of course.

"Sorry." I whisper.

I bring him closer to me, so he's further under the water and watch as the water cascades across his beautiful creamy skin, taking away all the bubbles, just revealing my stunning squeaky clean boyfriend.

I shake my hair out of my face a little as my wet locks fall onto my face.

"Ahhh," I let out a small noise of annoyance before pushing my hair out of my face, "I couldn't see you."

I love how the water just looks like it's glistening on his skin as the water falls, it feels so nice against my own skin, but it looks so good against Matt's also.

I'd figure I'd feel more self conscious with Zacky looking at me like this, with such awe and reverence, but it just feels right. I'm not ashamed of the way I look for once because I can see in his eyes that it's just perfect for him.

"See something you like there, beautiful?" I ask.

I brush the final few stray bubbles from his shoulders, his very sexy broad shoulders.

"Yeah, in fact, I do," I smirk before reaching out for the soap again.

I squirt a little into my hand and look down at the little pink bubbly liquid in my hand.

"So, where should I rub with this soap now then?"

I smirk, "I don't know. Where do you think is dirty?"

I don't know what I'm really hinting at here. I just want to feel his hands on me again, no matter where that may be.

"I mean, my ass could probably do with a look in. And maybe somewhere more... front and center too?"

I raise my eyebrow before looking down at where he is actually pointing to now, even though I don't think he means to point there.

"Hmmmm, that looks very dirty," I say before reaching my hand down to his cock, taking it into my hand and starting to soap it up.

"Ooooh yeah, this is mega dirty. I think I am going to have to spend some extra time on this part of your body."

I whimper a little as his hands grab at my dick, soaping it up very well. It's going to be sparkling the next time I see it. If such a thing was possible anyway.

"Ohyes. You spend as long as you need there. I wouldn't want for you to get dirty because of me." I smirk at him.

"You shall have a shiny silver dick for me," I say.

What the hell was that? What am I saying? I roll my eyes a little at myself before laughing and looking back up at Matt as I run his very hard, very long, very thick cock through my hand. Just holding it is making the spot deep inside me that he struck earlier throb with anticipation.

"So, what's a dirty part of me that needs some attention then?" I ask him before smirking, "My feet?"

I am so silly sometimes.

A shiny silver dick? Who does he think I am? Optimus Prime?

"What's dirty on you?" I ask, with a half smile, "Well..."

I reach across to the soap dispenser, squirting it a few times. I can't help but giggle a little when it makes that nearly empty weird fart type sound. I'm so immature sometimes.

I regain my cool composure and look down between mine and Zacky's bodies. I try not to smirk too madly as I reach down and start tickling his stomach, "Here could do with a good clean!"

I smile and giggle a little as his fingers dance over my stomach, making my muscles underneath shudder a little.

"Teasing cleaning, eh?" I laugh before reaching my hand up to his stomach from his dick and rubbing more soap into that area.

"Hmmm, that area of you looks a little dirty as well," I smirk.

"Oh really?" I ask, "Does it now?"

I bring my hands away from his stomach now and start scratching my chin in contemplation. Where next? I'm pretty sure I have a bubble beard now. I must look like a muscled Californian Santa Claus.

"I think we might need to clean here." I inform him as I wipe my bubbles along his cheek.

Probably not the cheek he had in mind.

I close my eyes and my mouth, just so the trail of bubbles can't go into my mouth. The taste of soap is so not nice.

"Ooooh, you are dead," I inform him before making my way away from him and going over to one of the other soap dispensers, giving Matt a mock evil glare before filling my hand up with soap. Getting ready to be the immature little kid I really am.

"Come here Matt, I want to show you something," I say with a grin as I make my way over to him.

I stick my tongue out.

"Nuh-uh. You'll throw the soap at me and I'll try to run and I'll fall over and die and then where will we be? AH that would be nowhere."

I back away from him, scooting my back along the tiled wall, "You wouldn't want that now, would you, Zee?"

I raise my eyebrow to him as he backs up against the wall, moving closer to him and under the spray of the water.

"No, I wouldn't want that, but who said that you were going to run?" I smirk before winking at him.

As quick as I flash, I have him up against the wall, smacking him gently on the back with the bubbles, getting my pay back on him with a smirk.

"Gotcha."

I raise my arms in the air.

"Oh no! You've caught me."

I turn my head around to look at him, a cheeky grin on my face.

"Whatever am I going to do now? I mean, I'm helpless, totally under your control."

I could easily overpower him and push him away from me. Or get him against the wall. But I don't want to. I'm having too much fun like this.

"Quiet phunny earth human, nothing can save you now," I say in a surfer voice, not sure why I have adopted the styles of Mark from the Fairly Odd Parents.

I laugh to myself at myself before shaking my head and looking back up at him.

"You see what you do to me? That's got to worth some form of punishment," I say with my head cocked to the side.

I can't help but laugh at his slightly goofy comment. He'd be a hot surfer. Maybe I should get him in a wetsuit. Then get him out of it very, very quickly.

"I suppose that is worth some kind of punishment." I say, still laughing a little, "But what on Earth are we going to use for punishment? Unless you've got some little pink and green fairies hanging around with ideas?"

"Why would I need green and pink fairies to think for punishments?" I say, cocking my head to the side in a slightly confused manner.

I shrug this off anyway before pushing him up against the wall further, and smirking up at him.

"Besides, I don't need no fairies," I smirk.

[[Sorry if I am shit, I am running low on ideas here, hehe.]]

I'm trying not to make a remark about how he has the biggest fairy this school has to offer pinned up against a wall and how I actually inspired his punishment so he's got it wrong there.

"Oh really? And what has that fairy free mind come up with?"

[[Same! We could leave these boys to their mystery punishment and move to someone else?]]

[[I think that might be wise. I am coming up with trumps here.]]

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