Splunker’s The Cat Productions

There’s more to Chapter 5 than what I’m posting right now, but since certain guild members are impatient, and did provide me with tons of enchants this morning, I’m posting part of it a bit early.

Warnings this time! A teensy bit of naughtiness…enjoy! ;)

Chapter 5

The phone rang for the second time that day, jolting Lucas from his reverie.  He quickly rinsed the mug Julian had been using earlier, which was now ultra-clean thanks to its repeated washing, and placed it upside-down in the dish drainer.  He answered the phone on the third ring.  “Hello?”

“Lu-u-u-uke!”  It was Adrian.  “What’s going on?”

Adrian was more than a friend to Lucas; he was practically a brother.  He had a knack for instantly putting Lucas in a better mood with his mere presence, or even simply his voice over the phone.  He was jovial and easy-going, despite his sometimes scary appearance.  He avoided sunlight whenever possible, giving his skin an extremely pale tone that bordered on translucence.  This contrasted sharply with his preference for wearing all black, his short jet-black hair which usually stood straight up with the assistance of copious amounts of styling products, and his many facial piercings.  He’d developed his style so long ago that Lucas couldn’t picture him any other way.

“Hey, Adrian.  Engaged yet?”

Adrian’s merry laughter tinkled across the connection like windchimes.  “Not yet.  You know you’ll be the first to know.  What about you?” he asked playfully, knowing full well Lucas’s feelings, or lack thereof, towards Sara.

“You’re not funny.  Not funny at all,” Lucas retorted.  “I have a new roommate, by the way.”

“Quick work.”

“Tell me about it.  I posted the ad just after I woke up, checked my email and regular websites, then decided to move my computer to the living room to free up some space in the bedroom.  I’m under the desk unhooking everything, and the phone rings.  Scared the shit out of me and made me hit my head.”

“Ouch.  So do we need to have the band meeting somewhere else tonight, or do it another night?”

“Oh, no.  It shouldn’t be a problem to meet here tonight.  I’ve been working on some lyrics, so bring your acoustic.”

“Sure thing.  Gotta go.  See you in a couple of hours.”  With that, Adrian hung up.  Lucas placed the phone back on the charger and tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing.  The only thing that came to mind was moving the computer, a project that had bugged him for the past week.  He went back to work disassembling the computer.  Soon he moved the small student desk out of the cramped bedroom and got lost in the task of putting everything together again.

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It was the best shower Julian had ever experienced.  The warm water shot from the showerhead with just the right intensity, giving a relaxing massage without feeling like it was going to blast away a layer of skin.  He rested his hands against the wall from which the faucets protruded and leaned forward with his head down, allowing the water to hit the tense spots in his neck and shoulders.  After working out most of the tension with this method, he turned his attention to cleaning himself up properly.

Lucas used a simple but effective brand of shampoo, and with hair like his Julian was not surprised to find a high-end brand of conditioner next to it on the narrow shelf on the shower wall.  He opened the bottle of conditioner and smelled.  It was very lightly fragranced and Julian’s mind wandered, imagining a scene in which he released Lucas’s long blond hair from its ponytail and leaned forward to breathe in its scent as he ran his fingers through the silky length of it . . . .

He stopped short of physically slapping himself.  Get a grip, he thought.  This has got to stop.  He replaced the cap on the expensive conditioner and swapped it for the shampoo.  He squeezed a dollop of the clear green product into his hand and washed his hair quickly, then reached for the orange bar of soap.

He lathered up and washed his body, paying considerably more attention to some areas than others out of habit, random images of Lucas flashing in his mind.  With a sigh of frustration, he resigned himself to the fact that, like it or not, he had a crush.  He was not going to be able to reason his way out of this; he would simply have to let it run its course.  He gave himself over fully to the fantasies that had, until now, merely tiptoed through his mind.

The intensity of the orgasm that soon followed made his knees buckle.  He braced himself against the frame of the shower door and the opposite wall to keep from collapsing.  He turned his head and pressed his mouth against his shoulder to stifle any noise that might alert Lucas as to what exactly his new roommate was doing in his shower.  He was unable to silence himself completely; he barely heard his own quiet whimpers over the running water.

After Julian caught his breath, he rinsed off one last time, then checked for and eliminated any evidence of his indulgence.  He turned off the shower and dried off with one of the larger towels he had found in the linen cabinet.  He wrapped the towel around his waist and located a fresh disposable razor.  Using a small amount of Lucas’s shaving cream, he tidied up his attempt at a goatee, then studied himself in the mirror.

“Damn it, Julian.  You’re seriously fucked,” he said softly to his reflection.  “Fine, go ahead.  Have your little crush.  But get over it soon, because it’s never going to happen.”

He grabbed his dirty clothes and exited the bathroom, clean, freshly shaven, and riding the natural high that always comes with a new crush.  He opened the door next to the bathroom and was greeted by the sight of a very empty bedroom.

Sighing, he dropped his laundry on the floor, made sure the towel around his waist was secure, and set off in search of Lucas and his belongings.