Hot tub. XD (For all my sick friends).

I was surprised that I didn't think Foster would dump me. Foster didn't seem the type and I knew that Foster's bond to me seemed just as strong as mine was to him. But as we walked, I knocked around the hypothetical situation of how I'd handle things if the two of us were ever separated. It was an intriguing thought, but one that was derailed by seeing Foster's nude form revealed as we stripped before entry to the hot tub (one of the good things about this specific hotel room).

Foster scrambled in first, making a happy, exaggerated groan of pleasure as he sank into the hot water. I followed quickly, my feet bumping into Foster's, undistinguishable ones under the swirling bubbles. I tugged my feet back to my side, not sure what was appropriate after the mixed signals I'd been getting. A moment later, Foster was clarifying by stretching a little and seeking out my feet for a round of footsy. I dropped a little lower in the water, extending my long legs and offering them up to Foster's explorations. Toenails scraped along the underside of my calves and I made little pleased noises, my smile becoming a grin as I watched Foster's face brighten as well. I had been worried (and quite angry) when Foster had pulled away from me earlier.

It wasn't long before Foster crossed the tub, staying low so just his head was above the churning water. He slid up my body, straddling me until he came to rest just forward of my knees. I wondered if I should move; what I should do. My hands found Foster's thighs; Foster's hands found my hips. A moment later Foster's hands came rather boldly together in the middle, the fingers of one hand sinking into pubic hair and the other grasping me. I sucked in air, my fingers tightening on his legs.

Foster jerked me steadily, starting immediately at full pace, staring forward at me so intently that it was kind of creepy (okay really creepy). It was like Foster was doing this because he thought he needed to, or otherwise with some sole intent to get me off. There was no attention to his own pleasure, and in that I suddenly recognized myself in him. You're damaged, Foster. I'm not the most empathetic person in the world, but I could still see it plain as day. Broken up inside, all jagged shards cutting yourself over and over, wishing someone would take the knife out of your hands.

I cajoled my lover forward by raising my knees and tugging on him with my fingertips. I ran my hand from Foster's sternum down his belly, watching as my lover's lids fluttered and his face went slack before I even got to the prize at the end of the treasure trail. Oh yes, so keyed up. Foster was completely hard and he gasped and briefly choked when my fingers clasped him. Foster scooted up closer with a sudden whimper, my pleasure was abruptly forgotten as Foster clung to me. Let me take it all out of your hands, Foster. Give up responsibility. Give up the guilt. That has to be what's cutting you up inside - being with me. And yet here you are.

"I'm going to bend you over the side of this hot tub and fuck you," I whispered into Foster's ear, earning me a quiver and a hurried nod.

With one more parting yank, I shifted Foster off and stood, stroking my cock idly while Foster arranged himself. I worked up as much saliva as I could. It was the only form of lube we had. I rubbed it over Foster's presented hole, probing a finger within. Foster moaned wantonly, pushing back at me.

"You are really turned on," I murmured. Yeah, that's it; that's what's going on here. You're desperate. Desperate and just as weak as I am, not wanting to lose what you've got. I'll show you what you've got!

I pushed inside in several hard bucks, knowing it hurt from the strained tone Foster's voice took on. Foster squirmed restlessly, trapped by the sensation, so tight that for the moment, I couldn't progress. Growling, I reached out and caught Foster's wrists, holding them down against the cold tile. I bent next to Foster's head, snarling, "I have a use for you, Foster, and I'm going to take you whether you like it or not. Give it up. You're not going anywhere until I get what I want." I bit Foster's shoulder, fingers tightening on his wrists, hips shoving forward as Foster whimpered and put his forehead on the tile. I felt the man open a little around me, letting me move finally, and watched as Foster writhed under me slowly, shifting in my grip and pressing back into me.

I struggled for a moment on getting enough traction to make the hard thrusts he wanted, quickly finding a way to brace myself against a step. Long legs are really useful at times. I proceeded to give Foster the skewering he was begging for, pounding into him hard and fast, feeling him so tight and hot around my shaft.

"Hurt me!" Foster bit out, turning his head.

What? That's new. I hardly missed a beat, though, transferring Foster's wrists to a single hand and burying my other in Foster's lovely hair. I jerked his head back, arching him as Foster shuddered, gasping and mewling roughly as his ass clenched around me. Coming so soon, hm? I pushed Foster's head back forward, not quite hitting the floor, and released his wrists so I could move both hands to his hips, bracing myself to deliver a quick, brutal hammering. Foster's passionate cries intensified as I forced him to stay at his peak, overstimulating him for long seconds until I finished as well.

Panting, I froze in place, letting the aftershocks flow through me, making me twitch at odd moments. Foster, from what he could see of his face, with long, hair partially screening it, looked dazed. I pulled out gingerly, having previously felt what I now saw. I grabbed one of the towels we'd intended to use in drying off later and cleaned myself, then dabbed a corner in the water and spread Foster to clean him as well.

"Sorry," Foster croaked about not having been adequately prepared.

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to answer Foster's concern. I'd had people's blood and guts on my hands. This sort of minor mess wasn't a big deal. I gave a second check over myself and my lover before tossing away the towel, deciding we were clean enough to sit in the hot tub. As I'd expected, Foster scuttled into my arms straight away, leaning against me and sighing with complete relaxation. I put my arms around him and squeezed a few times, feeling how loose and comfortable Foster was against me. It confirmed all my expectations that Foster wanted, or needed, some manner of mindfuck to make him feel human.

"You matter to me," I rumbled, and Foster immediately buried his face against my neck, just as he had the day before. "You're not alone," I added, feeling the hot prick of wetness at the corners of my eyes, breathing harder and confused that I was the one comforting Foster, who wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, nodding. "I'm with you," I finished, resting my cheek against Foster's head.