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"You've got that smile again," Gabriel said, watching Foster carefully. "It always worries me when you get that smile."

"What smile's that?"

"The one you have right now."

Smirking to himself, Foster re-angled his shaving mirror so he could see the killer. Sure enough, Gabriel was watching him cautiously, almost as if ready to bolt.

"Turn that mirror away, I don't like seeing myself naked," the killer grumbled.

"As if you can see any of yourself under all those bubbles," Foster teased. Gabriel had put a bit too much bubble bath under the running faucet and nearly vanished into the subsequent cloud of white foam.

That was the plan, I know you don't care what I look like, but I do.

We both do, Dexter agreed.

Grinning, Foster returned to his shave, being careful to make it as close as possible. Gabriel had a tendency to bitch about stubble burn, little niggles like stubble were a thing of the past now. He was just finishing the most annoying part, that little patch between his lower lip and his chin, when a thought from Dexter interrupted.

Will you wash my back?

Foster gasped as he cut himself, biting back a frustrated noise. Now wasn't the best time to upset either of his lovers, they'd behaved themselves admirably in front of John and Lyle, it wouldn't be a good idea to put them in a huff just before they met with his Mom, "I thought you could do that yourself…"

You don't have to if you don't want to…

Which, Foster mused to himself, means you really, really want me to. Settling his razor down he moved to the bath, sitting precariously on the side of the tub. Dexter came to the fore and nudged his leg lightly with his nose, seeking attention. Smiling softly, Foster slipped his fingers into the watchmaker's wet hair, sleek as seal fur pressed against the sides of his skull. Dexterrelinquished control to Gabriel again; who caught his fingers gently in his mouth and bit lightly, almost playfully.

"Careful," Foster whispered, "Or I might have to climb in there with you."

There's not enough room…

"I'll make it work," teased Foster.

Pervert. What is it with you and bathrooms?

Do we have time? Dexter took control again, gazing up at him hopefully.

"At least enough for a quickie," Foster whispered.

I take it I'm about to be asked to make myself scarce, Gabriel grumbled.

Foster leant down and kissed him tenderly, "Nope."

I'm not?

He's not?

Foster had to try and hide his amusement at Dexter's disappointed tone; the watchmaker slumped into the bath, making a complaining noise as he vanished under the bubbles. Gently, Foster slid his fingers into the water and cupped Dexter's chin, pulling him upwards into another kiss. It was Gabriel who resurfaced, kissing hungrily.

"You're all smooth," the killer murmured. I like it, stubble doesn't suit you.

"You just don't like the stubble burn, you big baby," teased Foster. Gabriel growled at him threateningly so he kissed the killer's forehead to calm him a little. "Roll over so I can scrub your back."

I could always just sit forward…

"But then it's not as easy to accidentally slip and touch you."

Perv. Gabriel scowled but rolled onto his belly, sloshing water a little as he settled in the bath once more. It was awkward, the length of his legs meant he had to bend his knees, which left his feet well within range of a Foster attack. It was more temptation than the nurse's self control could handle, he pounced, grabbing Gabriel's ankle and running his tongue up the sole of his foot.

He might as well have electrocuted the killer. Gabriel shrieked in surprise and thrashed wildly, sending water splashing everywhere and knocking Foster off the edge of the tub to land on top of him. Foster fought to find a grip against the slick sides of the tub and the killer's struggling body, almost being forced under at one point, until finally the killer stopped, breathing heavily.

You bastard, "You did that on purpose," Gabriel grated.

"If I was going to climb in with you on purpose I'd have taken my damn pants off," Foster gasped. He was trapped against the side of the tub by Gabriel's warm body, which was a little scary but not exactly unpleasant. "I can't believe how ticklish you are…"

Is there something in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?

You two are as bad as each other. "You know I don't like having my feet tickled," the killer snarled. "What the hell are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything," Foster tried to struggle free enough to kiss Gabriel on the mouth, but between the tight cram of two bodies in the bath and the slippery texture of the tub and Gabriel's skin, he was trapped. "Oh fuck it," he whispered, and kissed the killer's flank instead.

"You must be planning something," Gabriel grumbled, pulling himself more upright and unintentionally rubbing himself against Foster in a way that was just plain obscene. "You're always planning something."

Please be planning something?

Shut the fuck up Dex.

Don't call me Dex!

"Do you both want me to be planning something?" Foster interrupted, slipping his fingers into the taller man's crotch and fondling his cock gently. Gabriel glanced at him with hooded eyes.

Maybe…

Yesss…

"We have a good fifty minutes before we have to be at the restaurant," said Foster, he licked his tongue across the patch of flesh that was in reach. "I can drive us there."

"So we need to leave in twenty minutes to make up for you getting us lost then, don't we-OW!"

Foster play-bit him mid tease, earning himself a gentle slap. Gabriel growled and tried to untangle himself again, using muscle power to keep himself steady.

"You keep squirming against me like that and I'll have to jump you," Foster murmured, wrapping his now free arm around the killer's middle and squeezing gently. "It's too much for me to resist."

What makes you think I'd let you?

The killer gasped and writhed as Foster kissed his neck and caressed his inner thigh. Grinning to himself, the nurse slipped his fingers higher and stroked Gabriel's cock, teasingly. "You want?" he whispered.

Yes!

We don't have time…

Maybe not for you…

Dexter!

"Shh," Foster whispered, licking his tongue up Gabriel's throat, Gabriel mewled and arched his back, squirming. Being crushed together in the tub meant every touch was maddening, but equally delicious. The movement was just enough for Foster to get his other arm free, so he slipped his fingers down under the water to cup Gabriel's ass, pulling him even closer. Gabriel mewled inarticulately and rubbed against him, hungry for sensation.

"Need my pants off," Foster whined, pushing back but not getting the friction he needed. He crooned appreciatively as he felt Gabriel's hands start to undo his fly, getting his jeans off while they were sopping wet was not something he'd been looking forward to. Gabriel dragged the wet fabric off him, moaning appreciatively as Foster's newly released cock ground into the soft flesh of his belly.

"What do you want to do?" Foster asked, digging his fingers into the killer's ass.

Anything…as long as it's quick.

"Anything?" Foster gasped as Gabriel dipped his head under his chin and kissed his throat roughly, forcing his head up.

What did you have in mind?

"Can I fuck you?"

"Not less than an hour before I meet your mother…"

"Awww…spoilsport."

I am not going through that again.

"Going through what again?" Foster murmured, nibbling along Gabriel's chin.

Trying to make polite conversation while cum leaks down the inside of my leg…

I think Lyle suspected…

"I'll pull out, I promise."

You said that last time!

"I mean it this time…or you could fuck me?"

"Surely that would just be the same problem," Gabriel hissed, digging his fingers into the nurse's flanks.

"What are we going to do then?" Foster ground them together again, stroking his fingers from the small of Gabriel's back to the warm place where his butt met his upper thigh.

This is pretty nice.

I think I could manage, if you wanted to fuck me…

Shut up Dexter.

Grinning, Foster forced his hand into the tight space between them and took hold of both their cocks. Gabriel made a soft mewling noise and bucked his hips, forcing his erection forwards into the nurse's encircling grip.

"Put your hand with mine," Foster whispered, licking the long line of Gabriel's throat. Gabriel obeyed without hesitation, pushing his hand to join Foster's as they moved against each other, grinding and panting. They attacked each other with their mouths again, ravenous for taste, and sensation, pressing their bodies together, then pulling apart as far as they could. Water sloshed in counterpoint with their movements, keeping the rhythm with them. They sped up, both gasping for breath now, but kissing between each gulp of air, both lost in the shared sensation of touch, of being together. Gabriel came with a soft cry, bucking uncontrollably against Foster. It was enough to set Foster off as well, he tensed and shook, nuzzling into Gabriel's chest.

That was nice…

Smiling happily to himself, Foster thirded the thought. He felt up to anything now, even seeing his mother. But he was a little surprised to feel Gabriel tense up beside him.

"What is it?"

There's someone in the apartment, I don't know how long they've been here…

She just shouted…Oh My God I think it's your mother!

"Oh Fuck!" Foster scrambled out of the bath at speed, he didn't think his mom would actually come into the bathroom, but it was a fate worse than death if she did. Pulling himself upright, he raced for the towel. "What the hell is she doing here?" he hissed.

"She's saying something about changing restaurants, some sort of food poisoning where we were going, watch so you don't slip!"

It was too late, Foster had forgotten the state of the floor and lost his feet from under him. Gabriel did his best to catch the nurse mid-skid and probably saved him from the worst of it. But he wasn't fast enough. The sound of Foster's skull connecting with the sink edge seemed to reverberate through the whole building.

"Foster! Are you alright?" the voice asked from behind the door.

Gabriel froze. He'd killed, he'd maimed and tortured. He'd hunted. He'd faced things people were just never meant to see. But nothing in his life so far had prepared him for the reality of meeting with his boyfriend's mother involving him being naked in the tub, with her son's body sprawled out on the floor in front of him. Gabriel took the only option he felt was remotely sensible, and fled behind Dexter.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Dexter yelped as the door opened.

Foster's mother considered the scene, evaluating it in an instant, then regarded him coolly "Then I'm almost afraid to ask what it is," she enunciated carefully.

She's not screaming, Gabriel whispered to Dexter. Why isn't she screaming?

"When my son wakes up please tell him I need to speak with him, and you might want to get a towel…" she stated, before turning on her heel and stalking out of the door.

And I thought our Mom was cold…she's magnificent.

Gabriel that is perverse…

I didn't mean it like that…

Thank god, Dexter thought back, Foster was starting to stir again, his eyes becoming unglazed. Because even if the idea wasn't disturbing beyond all reason, I think that would definitely be on his unforgivable sins list…

-Dexter 

    &

Gabriel.