He gets himself upright then takes their hand and helps pull them to their feet. His head still feels like it's in the clouds but the rest of him has made it back to earth.
"Out in public might be the only way. Also, it might not hurt to go grab something to eat. Or some coffee."
A thought occurs. "That could be the closest we've ever gotten to a traditional date."
If Rowan's head had come back to earth, it's definitely gone again at that suggestion. A date? But like, a friend date, right? Because that's all they are. Friends that just had incredibly hot sex, and talking about dates afterwards is absolutely normal.
"Yeah, that'd be nice. You can keep the coffee, though." Rowan manages to laugh, scrambling to their feet with Max's help. "It's tea or nothing for me." Releasing Max's hand, they step back into the full stream, letting it rinse off the evidence of their activity - from their skin at least. They hesitate a moment, and then reluctantly arch their back a little to start washing lube and cum from their entrance.
"Ah, should have known you were a tea drinker. Don't let Lucas hear you say it. He hates the stuff. I don't mind it but I prefer beans."
Max will wait his turn patiently, admiring the sight of them under the water while he does. He can't lie, there's something intensely satisfying about seeing his own seed dripping from their ass like that.
"This shower really is pretty handy. But, you don't happen to have a blow-dryer too?"
Rowan runs their fingers through their hair last of all, then steps out of the way, shaking themself off, before hopping to grab them both towels. "No, sorry. I normally just shove a bit of mousse in and hope for the best."
They start to dry themself off, but they're watching Max as they do so, enjoying the chance to admire the way he moves without distraction. "It ain't that bad, though, your hair'll dry off quick enough."
"Max steps in and makes quick work of soaping and shampooing himself, while inwardly cringing at what his hair is going to do when he gets out. Ah well, it was worth it. Definitely worth it.
"It's not really the wet part I'm worried about. It's just the texture of my hair is... let's just say it's going to be very poofy. Promise not to laugh?"
Rowan grins, eyes drifting from Max’s body up to his hair. “Course I promise.” They’re the last person to laugh at someone over something they feel self conscious about. “But I bet it ain’t as bad as you say.”
They start to pull their clothes back on, wiggling into their jeans with easy practise. “But we can also go out via your room if it makes you feel better.”
"You'll see soon enough." Honestly, it's just some frizz, Max. "Nah, by the time I go get it, my hair will be halfway dry and then it won't matter. Might as well embrace it." And maybe borrow some of that mousse.
He watches with some fascination while they wiggled back into those jeans. He had wondered just how the hell a person gets those on.
"More power to you for being able to wear those," he says, stepping out of the shower, "I don't think I'd be able to do it."
"If you ain't still hot as fuck, I'll eat my jeans." Rowan grins at him, pulling their jeans up the last bit and then tossing him the other towel before adjusting them on their hips.
"And you'd never be able to wear them 'cos you're packing heat and a half." Rowan teases. "Plus you got all those lovely muscles in your legs. There are some advantages to being a stick, right?" They pull their shirts on next, then cross over to the desk to brush a comb through their hair and work a handful of mousse through, sweeping it to one side as usual.
"Now, now, there are better things to eat." Max bites his bottom lip suggestively.
He makes quick work of drying himself off, spending the majority of that energy on toweling off his hair, for all the good it will do.
"Yeah, pretty sure I'd rip the seams out of 'em. That would be a waste." Max makes a show of looking up and down Rowan's legs. "But they sure do look good on you. So you go ahead and take that burden for me."
"Much better, but we're meant to be trying not to jump straight back into bed." Rowan laughs, poking at Max's stomach playfully as they pass him, going to select a scarf and wrap it around their neck, settling the fabric over their chest easily, obscuring the lines there. Then they flop down in the chair to wait for him, legs slung over the arm comfortably.
"So what you're saying is I should get you a pair of arseless chaps and cut the middleman." They smirk, watching him just as blatantly. Why not? There are many things to admire about Max, and his body is one of them.
He makes a sound like the Pillsbury Doughboy as when they poke him "Hoo Hoo!" And it cracks him up. Him, a doughboy? Not unless he really overdoes it on the cookies here.
He raises a brow at them, pausing halfway through pulling his trousers on. "Assless chaps, huh? That's one thing I've not worn yet. Could be fun."
He enjoys their looking while he finishes pulling his various articles of clothing on. Theirs is a wonderfully affectionate gaze.
"Okay. Look at that. We both managed to get our clothes back on without getting sidetracked. So far so good. We better hurry and get going before it's too late."
The joke flies over Rowan's head, but they're not worried about that. The idea of Max in arseless chaps is much more interesting. And distracting. They'll have to look into that some day, maybe if they ask Max nicely... he doesn't seem too against the idea.
Crossing over, they take his arm, kissing his cheek affectionately. "So we did! Come on, then, let's get out in public before I start stripping you again." They tug him towards the door, happy to get to spend the day with him.
If Rowan asks, the answer is going to be yes. He'll ham it up for them too. Get ready for all the bad cowboy jokes!
He loops his arm in theirs and lets himself be tugged along. It's nice. It's nice to go out together like this. It almost feels... like a date. but he will put that thought aside and just enjoy himself and their company. What a rare and wonderful gift it is.
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Date: 2020-10-18 03:47 am (UTC)"Out in public might be the only way. Also, it might not hurt to go grab something to eat. Or some coffee."
A thought occurs. "That could be the closest we've ever gotten to a traditional date."
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Date: 2020-10-19 04:08 pm (UTC)"Yeah, that'd be nice. You can keep the coffee, though." Rowan manages to laugh, scrambling to their feet with Max's help. "It's tea or nothing for me." Releasing Max's hand, they step back into the full stream, letting it rinse off the evidence of their activity - from their skin at least. They hesitate a moment, and then reluctantly arch their back a little to start washing lube and cum from their entrance.
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Date: 2020-10-20 05:27 am (UTC)"Ah, should have known you were a tea drinker. Don't let Lucas hear you say it. He hates the stuff. I don't mind it but I prefer beans."
Max will wait his turn patiently, admiring the sight of them under the water while he does. He can't lie, there's something intensely satisfying about seeing his own seed dripping from their ass like that.
"This shower really is pretty handy. But, you don't happen to have a blow-dryer too?"
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Date: 2020-10-20 01:09 pm (UTC)They start to dry themself off, but they're watching Max as they do so, enjoying the chance to admire the way he moves without distraction. "It ain't that bad, though, your hair'll dry off quick enough."
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Date: 2020-10-22 05:41 am (UTC)"It's not really the wet part I'm worried about. It's just the texture of my hair is... let's just say it's going to be very poofy. Promise not to laugh?"
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Date: 2020-10-22 07:50 am (UTC)They start to pull their clothes back on, wiggling into their jeans with easy practise. “But we can also go out via your room if it makes you feel better.”
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Date: 2020-10-23 04:44 pm (UTC)He watches with some fascination while they wiggled back into those jeans. He had wondered just how the hell a person gets those on.
"More power to you for being able to wear those," he says, stepping out of the shower, "I don't think I'd be able to do it."
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Date: 2020-10-23 05:42 pm (UTC)"And you'd never be able to wear them 'cos you're packing heat and a half." Rowan teases. "Plus you got all those lovely muscles in your legs. There are some advantages to being a stick, right?" They pull their shirts on next, then cross over to the desk to brush a comb through their hair and work a handful of mousse through, sweeping it to one side as usual.
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Date: 2020-10-26 01:09 am (UTC)He makes quick work of drying himself off, spending the majority of that energy on toweling off his hair, for all the good it will do.
"Yeah, pretty sure I'd rip the seams out of 'em. That would be a waste." Max makes a show of looking up and down Rowan's legs. "But they sure do look good on you. So you go ahead and take that burden for me."
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Date: 2020-10-27 08:06 pm (UTC)"So what you're saying is I should get you a pair of arseless chaps and cut the middleman." They smirk, watching him just as blatantly. Why not? There are many things to admire about Max, and his body is one of them.
might be about time to wrap this one too.
Date: 2020-10-30 03:57 am (UTC)He makes a sound like the Pillsbury Doughboy as when they poke him "Hoo Hoo!" And it cracks him up. Him, a doughboy? Not unless he really overdoes it on the cookies here.
He raises a brow at them, pausing halfway through pulling his trousers on. "Assless chaps, huh? That's one thing I've not worn yet. Could be fun."
He enjoys their looking while he finishes pulling his various articles of clothing on. Theirs is a wonderfully affectionate gaze.
"Okay. Look at that. We both managed to get our clothes back on without getting sidetracked. So far so good. We better hurry and get going before it's too late."
I think so!
Date: 2020-10-30 01:19 pm (UTC)Crossing over, they take his arm, kissing his cheek affectionately. "So we did! Come on, then, let's get out in public before I start stripping you again." They tug him towards the door, happy to get to spend the day with him.
Done!
Date: 2020-10-30 01:48 pm (UTC)He loops his arm in theirs and lets himself be tugged along. It's nice. It's nice to go out together like this. It almost feels... like a date. but he will put that thought aside and just enjoy himself and their company. What a rare and wonderful gift it is.