(MILES)
Arlo begins to lower my swimsuit and then steps out of his and the boxers. I notice how he keeps his eyes averted. I bet that he is anxious about what I want to do to him, which I very well understand and appreciate.
"Turn on the water." I nod behind him at one of the shower taps.
He gracefully moves over, his back to me and I get tempted to the point of biting my fist. His pale skin looks heavenly. Looking at Arlo's milky skin makes me want to mark him all over. I want to suck him, maybe bite him a little. Purple wouldn't look so bad on him...
I shake my head to rid myself of the nasty thoughts, even though I know that it is nearly impossible. He turns on the water and places a hand beneath the shower until it warms up then steps under.
I walk towards him like some prey stalking its predator. Even so, I know that this is supposed to be about cleaning. I should just help him clean up and not get carried away by other things.
