Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 20:45:15 -0700 (MST) 'Story Ends Here' The bottle of shampoo clattered to the floor. Reaching out blindly, as he screamed, his hand found the counter. He felt as if he were going to lose his balance. The sensations swept over him like a tidal wave, and his muscles tightened as he began to explode. He was about to come, about to come.. his lover continued his ministrations, moving more rapidly as he started crying out. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of his lover's tongue. Smiling, he leaned back against the shower wall. The faint warmth of his lover's mouth engulfed him. He tensed, anitcipating... His lover moved his head closer to the erection which stood strong and hard. "Maybe I can do something." "I think you can." He grinned. He sank to his knees in front of his lover. "Perhaps I can think of some way for you to relax." "I don't know.. do you have any suggestions?" He smiled at his love. His lover smiled widely. "Can't you relax?" He teased him. "It isn't my fault.. I'm too tense." "You need to settle down." His lover admonished him. He shifted away as his lover reached out. He smiled nervously as his lover held the soap in the washcloth, rubbing. His love picked up the soap with a sly grin. "Perhaps I should help." "I was just taking a shower, do you mind?" He looked up as his lover grinned at him. "What are you doing?" His lover pulled back the shower curtain and peered in. He looked over as his love stepped up to the shower. The door closed, and he heard his love walked closer. Startled, he looked up as he heard the bathroom door open. Lacroix closed his eyes and let the hot water rush over his body. The last several hours had apparently exhausted poor Nicholas, Lacroix let his lover sleep as he indulged in a nice, long shower. 'Story Begins Here' ya know, that wasn't so easy to write! :) James Kythe Walkswithwind jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu "If you can't make fun of the Scots, who can you make fun of?" --me, McGowan