The Symposium

The Symposium Chapter 09: Blank Cheque

This story is a work of fiction. Resemblances to real persons, places or events would be extremely surprising.

"You're a bum, You're a punk, You're an old slut on junk, Lyin' there almost dead on a drip in that bed, You scumbag, you maggot, You cheap lousy faggot, Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it's our last..."

A group in the coffee bar area joined in with the refrain as it played over the Symposium's sound system. The coffee bar was licensed and Callum suspected a wee tipple might have been imbibed as a social lubricant.

Callum was in his underwear and had enjoyed a morning training session with a fine looking forty year old who had edged him and then denied him an orgasm. The result was a horney-up Callum and a half-hard cock that would not go down!

"I could have been someone, Well so could anyone, You took my dreams..." Iain looked faintly embarrassed when Callum caught him singing under his breath as he entered the locker room.

Callum gave him a pained look.

"It's my favourite Christmas song." Iain explained.

"You've got the voice of an angel..."

"Thank you."

"...With a twenty a day habit."

Callum was so busy mocking that he hadn't noticed Iain's attire. He'd changed since they had begun work that morning and he realised that Iain had probably got changed or redressed in the foyer. The white Speedos he was now wearing were not quite big enough to cover his arse or to contain his cock; which pressed down, pushing the fabric and revealing the bush of pubic hair above his dick.

By comparison, Callum was overdressed in a t-shirt and shorts; he'd been allowed to wear underwear and socks today.

"I've got a lovely voice." Iain protested in mock affront. "And I plan to go on Britain's Got Talent next year." He jested.

"Don't think they'd be allowed to broadcast your `talents', Iain." Paul said from behind him.

Callum laughed and Iain swatted the skinny lad.

"I don't have to stay here to be insulted," Iain replied. "I can go anywhere and be insulted."

Iain wandered off towards the shower area that led into to pool.

"Why's he wearing Speedos?" Callum asked Paul.

Paul tilted his head as he watched Iain's arse. "You seriously asking why?"

Callum swatted the skinny lad.

"Mr Douglas has asked him to man the pool for a while. Job diversification and broadening his sphere of..."

"Humiliation?"

"...Experience."

The two had a giggle. It wasn't often Callum got to enjoy himself like this without facing a similar fate.

Iain had no qualms about the teasing (he did have a nice voice), or the tiny Speedos (he did have a nice arse) or the inevitable something that was about to go wrong – he was increasingly comfortable with exposure and sex. And he'd never really been that bothered about it to begin with – if you've got it, flaunt it.

Iain entered the pool area and looked across to the far side where David was sat on the high seat. David was facing the pool and into the coffee bar, beyond which one could see the concourse of the main entrance. Behind David was a long observation window which overlooked a bicycle and running trail that ran past the side of the Symposium toward the flood-lit Astroturf pitches behind.

Iain approached David whose eyes bulged at first, but then settled to an intermittent stare at Iain's own pronounced bulge. David was half-heartedly aware of Mr Douglas's intention for Iain to drop by the pool but David was genuinely invested in pool safety and never once dropped his attention from what was happening. Iain was acutely aware of his exposure on many fronts: to the men in the pool, to the men eating their lunch (enjoying their cake and eating it too with him on display) and to the men and boys outside as they jogged past the window.

In the pool: what was happening was the leisurely swim of three men, the in-pool poolside chatter of another two blokes and the ambitious laps of four young guys who were racing against the clock. Iain spotted another lad from their group – about twenty years old, swimmers physique and presently taking his turn at timing his mates.

The big, handsome blonde noticed Iain watching him so Iain approached.

"Hey. I'm Iain, you guys practicing for something?"

"Hi, I'm Danny." He replied. "Yea, we're training for a competition coming up in the new year." He laughed at himself, "I say `we' – I'm not in their team. I just time them and shout abuse... I mean encouragement."

"Yea? Like what?" Iain asked.

"You can do better than that you leg-shaving pansy." Danny told the first of the four lads to reach the edge.

"You what?" he replied.

"Bad example."

"Have you been paying attention or were you too busy chatting up Thor here?" the dripping wet swimmer asked. He was also twenty-ish and Iain rather inferred they all were.

"Thor?" Iain repeated to himself, not a bad compliment.

"I was paying attention." Danny answered.

The others reached the pool edge and looked up at Iain and Danny. They rather like the view from their low elevation of Iain's big package nestled inside the tiny Speedos.

"You guys want to do another couple of laps?" Danny asked them, "It's nearly three."

"A few more." One of the guys said, then they spoke to Iain. "Maybe you could join us?"

"I'm not as strong a swimmer as you guys. My gifts lie on dry land." Iain replied.

"Lie where, on your knees?"

"Sometimes."

"Join us anyway. I'm Max by the way." The swimmer in the water said, reaching up to shake hands.

His arms were long an muscular, shaved in the pits and his body was long – stretched as he reached up towards Iain.

Iain knelt and shook hands. "Iain. And sure, I'll join you."

Iain stood and took position at the pool edge, then dove in. He felt the Speedo slip a bit. The lads, for all their competitiveness, were friendly and did not challenge Iain too much. Iain suspected they were deliberately pace pacing themselves so Iain would not fall to far behind. It wasn't a race for them this time, just a gentle exertion.

Iain was out of puff by the time they had traversed the length of the pool several times and was relieved they had an elsewhere to be.

"Are you going to show us out? Maybe direct us to the sauna room?" Max asked as he hauled himself out of the pool.

Max towered over Iain as he stood at the edge of the pool, looking down at him. This time it was Iain who appreciated the view of a snugly nestled cock and balls. The other boys also pulled themselves out and made polite complements about Iain's swimming.

"I'm here to help." Iain replied.

He put his hands on the edge and pulled himself out. The Speedo had slipped at the back when he first dove in, so now half his arse was exposed. Now, as he rose from the water, the front of his Speedo caught the pool edge and was dragged down half an inch.

Standing now, Iain feigned ignorance at the state of himself. But the white Speedo had become almost transparent, his arse crack was on display and the root of his cock could be seen too.

Iain led the way around the pool, passing close to the poolside nearest the coffee bar observation window – a nice view for the diners. At the exit from the pool, where it entered the locker room the men showered off the chlorine.

Iain took the time to admire the five man. He had nothing to be jealous of in terms of physique but the swimmers were very sexy. Tall, handsome lads in small swim wear – Iain could see the attraction. The attraction was giving him a semi.

The chatted amiably between themselves, with Iain finding himself in conversation once more with Danny.

"So if you're not on their swim team and just time them... and shout stuff sometimes... what do you do?" Iain asked.

"I'm a nurse in a general surgical ward. Been qualified just over a year." Danny replied, his voice was neutral but Iain could tell he was proud of himself and enjoyed his work.

"Sounds like hard work." Iain said. "Twelve hour shifts? Bellicose patients?"

"All of the above." Danny acknowledged, then changed the subject. "There's another guy who works here, looks just like you... Is Callum your brother?"

"My cousin. I've been told before that we do look a little alike." He added sarcastically.

"How much of you resembles him?" he asked provocatively.

"I'll take pictures and let you know." Iain replied.

Max and the others announced they were headed to the sauna: "We'll find our own way, don't you worry. Don't let us interrupt you, Iain."

"Tell you what." Iain continued. "I'll show you mine..." Iain pulled down the sopping wet Speedos, "And if you ever see Callum's, you can compare how alike we look."

Iain lifted his leg to liberate the Speedo then dropped them to the ground with a splat. His body shone with the wetness, his hair matted to his body, his dick hanging free and dripping – for once not with cum but water.

"I, eh, better catch the guys up." Danny said. "It's been nice seeing you. Meeting you. It's been nice to meet..." He walked into Paul as he retreated, "Bye."

Paul looked at Danny then back to Iain. Paul looked Iain up and down and gave a satisfied grin.

"Are you scaring boys off now?" Paul asked, cheekily.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt." Iain replied, jovially.

"And everything else, apparently."

Callum had taken to watching Callum's hands and feet as he drove and watching his eyes. Having just started driving lessons, he observed Callum with interest and tried to anticipate his next move. What should he be doing next: mirror, signal, position, manoeuvre. He wasn't thinking about any of that today though. All day, Iain found it hard not to think about the hard, sexy bodies of the five lads. Dripping wet, all writhing together in an orgy of ex and lust. Hard cocks and steamy kisses. He shared his thoughts with Callum on their way home.

"...hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love." Callum replied.

"Pardon?"

"Is love a generation of vipers?"

"No-one likes a smart-arse." Iain told Callum; it was a somewhat back handed compliment.

Callum smiled anyway, "It's from a Shakespeare play. It's quite a filthy one, you'd like it."

"A generation of vipers? Does that mean..."

"Yup."

"...Vipers are snakes and snakes are a metaphor for..."

"Yup."

"So you're a snake charmer now, is that what we're calling it?"

Callum liked his lips but did not reply.

Back in the house, the lads dropped their bags in the hall and made for the living room. It had been a long day.

"Any sexy men teasing you with their bodies today?" Iain asked.

"I admired many men from afar today. There was a shit-hot guy in the pool when you went in, Daniel something. Met him at a body attack class a while ago." Callum replied.

"Body attack? Am I really not meant to make an innuendo about that?" Ian joked.

"In your endo." Callum answered.

"Ok."

"What?"

"You owe me a blank cheque, remember?" Iain reminded Callum.

"I remember." Callum said, his heart now pounding faster which was just as well because certain parts of his body were now demanding an increased share of blood.

"Well, it's been a hard day. I've been thinking about swimmers all day and I'm interested to... try some more things." Iain explained.

Callum did not need much persuading. He leant over and kissed Iain; they were side by side on the sofa and Iain returned the kiss. Then he pulled away.

Iain shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his hoodie. Mid December in Scotland was a cold month that required layers, but indoors the heating had clicked on a half hour before they got home and was now very comfortable. Comfortable enough to sit in short sleeves.

"As it's my blank cheque, you ought to do what I say. Stand up." Iain said.

Callum stood.

"Take off your jacket and your jumper. Take off your trainers and your socks." Iain told him.

Iain sat back as Callum removed the least sexy pieces of clothes in the least arousing way. The items, including Iain's clothes, were to tossed tidily onto a vacant chair. Callum toes off his trainers then bent down to pull off his socks, tugging up the hem of his jeans to expose the fine fair hair on his legs as he pulled the socks down and off.

Callum waited for more instructions. Iain pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

"Unbutton your jeans." Iain told his cousin.

Callum obeyed and another picture was taken.

"If those pics get hacked off your icloud I will have to kill you." Callum told Iain, half fun but wholly earnest.

"Take your t-shirt off." Iain said, smiling broadly.

"Last year Jennifer Lawrence got hacked, Matt Smith got hacked..."

"You're way hotter than them, though." Iain complemented, taking another picture as the t-shirt fell to the ground.

"You trying to butter me up?" Callum asked suggestively.

"I think we can find something better than butter."

Iain admired Callum's chest before instructing him to pull off his jeans. Callum pulled his jeans fully open, more pictures, and then pushed them down. When they reached his ankles, at this point Callum was glad they were not skinny jeans – seriously, have you ever tried to take off skinny jeans in a sexy way... not possible. When they reached his ankles, Callum manoeuvred one foot out and then the other. He slid the jeans aside using his foot.

"Good." Iain said. His dick was getting hard now but he did not pull it out yet.

"You want a hand with that?" Callum asked, nodding to Iain's crotch.

Iain was tempted but he was turned on by still sitting fully clothed while Callum was nearly naked. He's been horney all day as his mind percolated on the hot swimmers so another little while was no big ask.

"Take off your briefs." Iain said, ignoring Callum's kind offer.

Callum looked put out for just a moment, then put himself in Iain's position and understood the attraction of the power play. And he did owe Iain a blank cheque. Callum slipped his hands into the briefs and turned his back on Iain. Then he slipped the back of the briefs down so Iain could take a picture of his arse hanging out.

When Callum turned back, he was getting hard and his cock was pressing down into the seat of the briefs and assisting their descent as he pushed them down. Iain took pictures of the briefs just below Callum's scrotum and then around his knees. The picture of them around Callum's ankles was enough to get Iain completely hard, by which time Callum was completely hard.

Callum slipped his feet out of the briefs and was now totally naked.

Callum repeated his kind offer to help Iain out, but again Iain resisted, "Start stroking."

Callum had no qualms in complying, he was looking forward to cumming but he hoped for a lot more before that happened.

"Spread your legs a bit more." Iain told him

They had both showered before leaving the Symposium and were squeaky clean everywhere so when Iain told Callum to put a finger up his own arse, it was no big ask. Callum's long and girthy cock pounded with blood as he pounded it with his hand.

"Ok. Come and take my t-shirt off." Iain asked Callum.

Callum removed his fingers and dropped his hand from his dick. He stepped forward, deliberately letting his cock lead and then leaning over so it was millimetres from Iain's face. Callum took the hem of Iain's t-shirt and pulled it up and off; tossing it away. Iain rewarded him with a kiss on the one-eyed monster.

Callum shivered with delight but straightened up for Iain's next demand. Iain could taste Callum's pre-cum on his lips as he liked it away.

"Take my shoes and socks off." Iain told Callum.

Callum knelt to do the deed, unceremoniously removing the items. He didn't even stand up before Iain told him to unbutton his jeans. Inside the jeans a pair of black boxer-briefs could be glimpsed and Callum did not even wait to be asked to pull the zip down and push a hand onto the jeans.

Callum squeezed the bulge inside and Iain felt great pleasure as the stiff organ got its first grasp of the day.

"Pull the jeans down." Iain spoke in a voice that was increasingly exhilarated.

Iain lifted his bum as Callum pulled the jeans down and then off of Iain's long and slender legs. Callum was still knelt in front of Iain and slipped his hands around Iain's calves, stoking up and down. Callum's cock had remained untouched but rigid.

Iain took another picture of Callum; on his knees and sat back on his haunches, naked with his cock now pointing straight up from his lap. Framing the picture were a pair of a man's bare legs.

Iain felt great pleasure under Callum's touch; "Go on." He prompted.

Callum rose from his hanches and leaned over Iain crotch. Without removing the underwear he put his mouth to Iain's dick and sooked. His lips covered the head of Iain's dick and soon oaked the material. Being sucked off through the fabric was a delightful experience.

After a few minutes, Iain told Callum to take them off. Callum gripped the boxer-briefs and took them down very slowly; stoking Iain's hips, thighs and calves as they came down. He liberated them from Iain's ankles and dropped them, then he returned to Iain's bare cock and liked around the glans. Then he deep throated the organ and felt Iain shudder beneath him.

Iain let Callum pleasure him until he thought he was going to blow, "Stop." Iain said.

Callum did stop, although he was tempted to continue he also didn't want Iain to climax too early.

"You know I've never had sex with a man before." Iain said, not quite making eye contact with Callum. "I think... I think we should go upstairs."

Before departing the living room, Iain selected the all the incriminating' images he'd just taken and hit delete. Delete selected items' appeared, giving him one last chance to keep the beautiful pictures. He wanted them but knew they would make Callum nervous, he'd feel the same way if their roles were reversed. Iain tapped the screen and the pictures were complete erased. They had only been for fun, to press his advantage. Pressing of a different kind was now on his mind.

Callum wasn't sure how to ask the question that was forming in his mind as he led the way to the stairs. Iain watched Callum's naked body ascend just ahead of him, cast in a diminished light from the moon and street lighting outside the hall window. On the landing Callum continued to lead. Last time they had been together they had gone to Iain's bedroom, this time Callum led the way to his. Callum turned to Iain, looking at his tall naked body in the wane light.

"This is a bit awkward but... do you wanna go on top or bottom?" Callum asked.

Iain swallowed hard and felt even harder, "I think I should go on top."

Callum smiled widely, "I do enjoy being with a man who wants to go on top."

Iain was handed a condom and his hands shook a little as he tore it open. Callum lubed a finger and applied it to his sphincter then pushed it into his anus. Once Iain had donned his protection he moved close to Callum who was sat on the edge of his bed. He grabbed Iain's hard cock with his lubed hand and greased Iain's dick while he yanked it.

"Be gentle." Callum said. It seemed Iain was no longer calling the shots.

Callum let go of Iain's dick and stood, kissed this cousin with a flicker of tongue and then knelt on the bed. He shuffled forward and then leaned over until his knees were at his shoulders and his arse was displayed – more or less doggy style. With his arsehole exposed, Iain started to push. The feel of his cock as it pressed against the tightness of the sphincter, which eased slowly, was elating.

Callum too tingled with expectation, anticipation of the deep thrusting that his position would allow.

Iain eased in more slowly than he had ever pressed when entering different orifices. The anal sphincters affording him a sensation on his cock that almost blew it off right there. Callum shuffled beneath Iain's tender presses, moving his ankles father apart so his legs could splay wider.

Then Callum pushed his arse back onto Iain's cock which was still pressing in. Callum moaned uncontrollably and so did Iain, so loud he was afraid someone might hear, even though they were alone in the house.

Iain's dick was far in now, far enough for him to start to ease it out until he could feel the head of his cock squeezed by the sphincter again. Then he pushed in, not quite ready for the force that the word `thrust' implies. Three inches in, four, five, six – back again. Three inches in, four, five, six, seven. Callum gripped the sheets and suppressed a groan; a mixture of pain and pleasure that anal penetration can cause.

Iain eased out and then in again – three, four, five, six, seven, eight inches. Iain's cock was as deep into Callum's arse as it could get.

"Fuck!" One or both said, and whoever said it first heard his cousin echo it.

"Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!"

Iain slid in and out of Callum's arse, the sensation on his cock was exquisite and the sensation in Callum's arse was almost unbearable for him. Callum suppressed the urge to tell him "harder", one because he wanted to avoid clique this time at least and two, he was not sure Iain yet had the technique not to go too hard.

Iain fucked Callum while holding his hips but once the rhythm was going, he slid his hands up Callum's bare back. With one more thrust in, Callum pulled himself forward as Iain's hardon moved back and his cock popped out.

Callum swung around onto his back and beckoned Iain forward as he bent his left leg up until his heel was at his arse and extended his right leg out. Iain climbed onto the bed with Callum.

"Slide your left leg over my right leg. You can hold onto my left knee if you need to." Callum was breathless and desperate for release.

Iain's cock again pressed against Callum's sphincter and his right hand slid sensually up Callum's leg until it rested on his knee. Then Iain push in again. Quickly he was back to speed and ready to blow. Callum had better access to his cock and started wanking it under the stimulation on his prostate. A few times Iain pressed too deep, too hard, too long but Callum suppressed winces and closed his eyes – focusing on the pleasure that returned a moment later.

When Callum came, it shot over his head and hit the wall or headboard somewhere. The subsequent streams of thin, pent-up semen made a mess of his chest and belly.

Iain was ready to pop too. He quivered and shook and gasped as he came inside Callum. He looked up his cousin's body as he continued to hold Callum's knee. It was like fucking a mirror and it felt fucking great. The explosion of his balls deep in Callum's arse seemed to go on until they were empty.

When Iain pulled his cock out, the condom was full and heavy. In a daze he pulled it off and tied it off and dropped it on the floor with a thudy-splat but it didn't burst.

Callum's leg came down, with Iain in between them. With great effort, Iain was able to move; to lie on top of Callum and then swing over to his side. Callum lay exhausted and flat on his back while Iain lay exhausted and flat on his stomach, with one arm over Callum's chest and one leg over Callum's leg.

With time their breathing normalised and their fatigue abated. Callum turned onto his side to face Iain and Iain turned onto his side to face Callum. Neither were hard now, their messy and flaccid penises mashed as they pressed the lengths of their bodies against each other. Then Iain opened his legs a little so Callum could slip one leg between his. They lay like that, entwined and fell asleep.

It had been late evening when they had arrived home and they had wasted little time getting down to business. As such, a few hours passed and it wasn't even midnight when they woke. They gazed at each other and felt they should feel a measure of shame. They were cousins, as similar as twins, had grown up together and... fuck it, neither of them felt shame.

They had ideas about what to try next.

"Don't think my arse is ready for another pounding yet." Callum said, although the sex had been great and if Iain asked he probably still would.

But Iain didn't ask; a look came over him. "I don't know if I'm ready to... you know." He admitted.

"No, no." Callum said, "I wasn't asking you to, I dunno, take your turn." Callum blushed then laughed at their inept self-expression. "I've had a thought about that anyway."

"A thought about what? About me? Surely not." Iain mocked.

Callum smiled and nuzzled Iain's neck, their strange affection and intimacy was exhausting.

"I bought you something." Callum said after a long enough pause. "I was going to give it to you on your birthday a couple of months ago, but it didn't feel right. I thought it would seem, well, presumptuous and maybe pushy. And I was going to give it to you for Christmas but..."

"Callum, what is it? The suspense is killing me."

"A Christmas dildo just didn't seem like the right thing."

"You got me a dildo?"

"It vibrates." Callum added, then grinned. "It's a good way of, eh, controlling things. Sex with a man puts a lot of control in someone else's hands. At least a vibrator would let you try thing out for yourself before... you know."

"A Christmas dildo."

"Shut up! If you don't want it I'll use it."

"It's still a week till Christmas."

"Well you've been a very good boy."

Callum kissed Iain, then slipped out of bed. At some point a cover had appeared over them; Iain had got chilly. He lifted the lid on a box in the corner and moved a couple of things. Then he pulled out a box with a seven & a half inch vibrator in it. Six insertable inches, flesh(ish) coloured. Callum unwrapped it, pulled a condom on it and tested the vibration.

"I was going to suggest a butt plug to loosen you up." Callum said.

"No way." Iain replied.

"That's what I thought you'd say. You know that even this thing," he proffered the vibrator, "Which is quite thin, is a big step up from a few fingers."

"No but plugs. I'm entitled to my unlicensed aversion to them." Iain replied.

Exhaustion had left them now; Iain was interested in taking the next step in exploring his sexuality and Callum was interested in watching him put a dildo up his bum.

"So slow. You'll have to let your hole get used to it. Also, use plenty of lube." Callum suggested.

"Ok. Is there an ideal position for this?" Iain asked.

"Position twenty-one. The Hero." Callum announced in a booming voice.

"Shut it. Are you gonna help or not?" Iain replied.

"Lay on your back. Spread your legs and pull them back till your legs are at ninety degrees to your upper body." Callum suggested.

Iain complied, moving his naked body from where it lay stretched out until his position resembled a man sitting on a chair, except he was flat on his back.

"If you hook one arm behind your knees to hold your legs back, you can use your other hand to work the vibrator." Callum added.

Iain felt a little self conscious as he was watch by Callum, and a little more self conscious as he started to press the slippery dildo against his arse. It was harder, more difficult, to do than he had been expecting. He applied the vibrator with firm and even pressure, letting the sphincter dilate and acclimatise to the stretching. And then Iain pushed harder.

He was glad he was not being fucked by a man, his arse felt like it was being torn, even with the leisurely pace he was proceeding with. He closed his eyes and felt the fabricated glans slip in, the whole head of the dildo made a slurping popping sound as it was swallowed and the sphincter closed around the shaft of the vibrator.

Iain felt something around his midriff and opened his eyes to see Callum's head lean over his arm and begin to lick at his cock, which had returned to almost full erection. Callum's mouth swallowed Iain's head in much the same way as Iain's arse had swallowed the dildo.

Iain watched Callum's head bobbing on his cock. He looked towards Callum's dick but his hands were rather full, so he could not return the stimulation. Callum worked his own cock with his hand.

Iain could feel the dildo going in a little easier now, it was strange to slip it in and out – just an inch back and forth. The feel of the firm phallic fabrication as it went deeper. Iain wondered what a real cock would feel like, wondered how he'd be able to take a wider and (or) longer penis.

He was sweating again, his back and chest, his legs and arms were all slippery with perspiration.

Once Iain was comfortable with the full shaft entering as deeply as he could get it, he twisted the bottom to try out the vibration. He was totally unprepared for how strong it would be, the tingling and the pulsing and the quivering and the sanity-reducing pleasure of it.

Callum withdrew his mouth and worked Iain's dick with his hand. When Iain came it was unimpressive, not a surprise given the enormous deposit a few hours ago. The cum sprayed onto Iain's belly. The sensations in Iain's arse added to the euphoria of cumming, even if the ejaculation itself was below average.

Callum finished his cock off, also cumming on Iain's stomach and chest.

Iain turned off the vibration but continued to work the dildo in his arse. When he finally pulled it out with a little pop, he didn't even know where to put it. The vibrator weighed heavily in his hand; Iain felt weak with fatigue again, the dildo was like a dumbbell in his hand. Eventually he dropped it onto the floor with a thud.

Callum lay beside him again.

"So? How was it?" Callum asked.

"Unique." Iain replied but felt he might have undersold the experience. He was at a loss for anything else to say now.

They lay together for five minutes until sleep began to pull at them.

"Let's get a shower." Callum suggested in a drowsy voice.

"Together?" Iain asked and he must have sounded surprised.

Callum replied, "After what we've just done together a show is pretty tame."

Iain laughed then stood up. He looked at himself in Callum's mirror. He looked a frightful mess. An almost identical mess appeared beside him.

"Ok," Iain said. "You can wash my back."

"Don't drop the soap."

"Pervert."

"Other pervert."

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