Fire in the Bathtub
The hot fumes from the tub, or perhaps the boldness of his own hand, made David's face burn. It's not that he had never touched himself intimately before, but for some reason it was different now. Now he was alone in the bathroom of a luxury hotel, in a room where he was about to give himself to a man for the first time. He had been waiting for this moment for days, and although he dreaded it, he really wanted it.
He longed to give himself to Gustav.
But Gustav had to leave and the excited David didn't want a replacement. So he had to put out the fire of his body himself.
Alone...
Maybe not entirely, though.
Sinking into the bathtub filled with fragrant green tea and lemongrass, David closed his eyes. The pleasantly warm water smothered him, but he imagined it was the strong, springy arms of a man with golden red hair and eyes as green and shiny as jewels.