Kurt stepped in behind him and slid an arm around Mike’s waist. “Wiping out in the shower would be bad,” Kurt said. “Either you wash and I’ll hold you upright, or the other way around.”
Mike was silent and still. This was weird and yet there was no one on this planet he trusted more. “I suppose the less I move, the more successful this is likely to be.” He put the bar of soap in Kurt’s hand and turned to face the water while bracing his hands on the wall for support.
The sensation of his partner’s hand rubbing the slippery soap across his body was both calming and arousing at the same time. Even though his head was pounding in pain, his body was turned on. Was that weird? He and Kurt made their share of lewd jokes with each other, he hadn’t really thought about…
“Turn, slow,” Kurt ordered.