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After that night, Daniel began confiding in Jack less reluctantly.
“How’s your leg today?”
This time Daniel answered honestly, “It hurts, but less than usual.”
“So the errands you’ve been running off to all week, I’m guessing they were actually doctor appointments?” Jack asked while rubbing Daniel’s shoulders after everyone else left the office.
Daniel leaned into the touch and answered, “Correct, Thompson.”
“You don’t have to call me that right now,” Jack reminded him.
“Right, right,” said Daniel, “I’m still in work-mode.”
Jack smirked to himself – forming a plan.
“I think we can change that,” he whispered into Daniel’s ear, “Want to go back to my place after the night shift?”
Daniel looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Make yourself at home,” Jack proclaimed as they walked into his apartment.
“I’d feel at home with a drink in my hand,” he requested, removing his jacket.
“As you wish! Want to run us a bath? I think we could both use one,” Jack suggested as he headed to the kitchen to fetch them drinks.
“Are you sure we can both fit in your tub?” Daniel jested.
He could hear Jack’s sweet laugh from the kitchen, “Ha, we can certainly try!”
Already knowing the size of the tub, Daniel shook his head. Nevertheless, he walked into the bathroom and turned on the bath water. As he removed his clothes he noticed something on the shower wall. It was a safety bar similar to the one in his shower at home. His jaw hung open.
Jack came in with the drinks, setting his down on the small vanity.
“You okay?” he asked, handing Daniel a glass of wine.
Daniel pointed to the bar in the shower. “Jack, you didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to. You stay here a lot…” Jack sounded nervous, like he wasn’t sure about his next move, “I installed it the other day. Sorry it took me so long to figure it out.”
Daniel turned around and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
They both sipped wine, wearing only their boxers, as the bathtub filled up.
“Did you actually want to take a bath or did you just want to get me in here to see the new safety bar?” Daniel questioned. He tested the water temperature with his hand.
“Both,” said Jack. “Unless you want to take a shower? Seeing how you can actually do that here now.”
Daniel shook his head, “No, a bath sounds perfect right now. Knowing that I have the choice is a great feeling though…”
As they both suspected, the bathtub was too small for them to both properly fit. After trying out a few positions, Jack decided that “proper” was overrated and instead straddled Daniel’s lap.
“See, we fit!” Jack said triumphantly.
Daniel giggled, “Yeah, because we’re on top of each other.” He grabbed Jack’s waist.
“Just the way I like it! Your leg okay like this?”
“I’m okay. It feels good.” Jack looked beautiful on top of him – long sentences were no longer possible. He was beaming, hair wet against his forehead, and his lips were pink and plump. “I’m- I’m good.”
Jack shifted, causing Daniel to let out a small moan. This ought to be fun.
In the morning, Daniel woke up to the sun pouring into Jack’s bedroom. He yawned, stretched, and headed to the bathroom. Daniel sat down on the toilet seat to remove his prosthetic. Now that the shower was accessible, Daniel joyfully stepped in and grabbed the bar before turning on the water.
Jack woke up shortly after. He could hear Daniel singing in the shower.