Title: The Sponge Bath

Author/pseudonym: Lokemele

Fandom: The Invisible Man

Paring: Bobby Hobbes/Darien Fawkes

Rating: NC-17

Status: Complete

Archive: Yes, please

E-mail address for feedback:: lokemele@cchono.com

Series/Sequel: Probably not, but you never know.

Other websites: None

Disclaimers: All Invisible Man characters are copyright Stu Segall Productions . No profit is being made, and no infringement of copyright is intended. Original characters are mine; please don't use them without my permission.

Notes: This is for Annie, who wanted something light, loving and non-angsty.

Summary: Darien washes Bobby's back, and other things.

Warnings: Shouldn't need any.



The Sponge Bath
by Lokemele

"What do mean the shower's busted?" Bobby Hobbes demanded.

"I don't know what the last occupants did to it," the hotel manager said, "but it don't work. It's the only room I have, so if you don't want it you'll have to go elsewhere."

"Everything's booked for a ten-mile radius," Hobbes' partner, Darien Fawkes, put in. "Some sort of convention's in town."

"I know," the manager said, "they've got most of my rooms."

The two men had a short, whispered conference before returning to the desk and taking the room. The manager gave them the keys and Fawkes followed Hobbes to their room. The shorter man opened the door and went straight to the bathroom, where Fawkes shortly heard the sound of running water followed by the sound of water running down a drain.

"At least the sink works," Hobbes groused, coming out of the bathroom. He took off his jacket and hung it over one of the room's chairs, noting the look on his partner's face. "What?" he asked.

"Is the back of your shirt supposed to have big red spots on it?"

"How many, and define big."

"Don't go all Clinton on me; about a dozen, and the size of my palm." He touched one. "Never mind; it's definitely blood. I thought you said you weren't hurt."

"I said I wasn't hurt badly," Hobbes replied while unbuttoning his shirt. He grimaced as he slid it off. "None of the cuts are that deep, and I don't think there's any glass in any of them."

"You might want to avoid going through any more plate glass windows," his partner advised while going into the bathroom and filling the sink.

"I'll remember to ask the thugs next time not to throw me out the window," he called out over the sound of running water. He hissed as he carefully removed his undershirt, discovering there were shards of glass embedded in his back.

"I heard that," Fawkes said, coming back into the main room carrying a damp washcloth, "and I see it, too," getting a good look at his partner's back. He could see a couple pieces of glass even in the dim light. Pulling the cloth out of Hobbes' reach he admonished, "Un-uh. C'mon into the bathroom where there's enough light to see properly."

Fawkes led the way, putting the toilet lid down to make an impromptu seat. Hobbes straddled the toilet backwards and put his forearms on the tank, resting his head on them. His partner carefully cleaned the cuts, making sure he got all the glass out, and put pressure on the ones that were still bleeding until the bleeding stopped. "Stay put while I get the first aid kit from the van," he said.

Hobbes decided to change the water while his partner was out, and moving very carefully lest he start bleeding, stood and pulled the stopper up from between the faucets. He was just reaching for the washcloth to rinse it out when his partner returned and forced him back to his seat.

"Didn't I say 'Stay put'?" he half-scolded. "I distinctly remember saying 'Stay put'." He opened the first aid kit and pulled out a tube of antibacterial cream. Screwing off the cap and squirting some on his fingers, he gently applied the cream to the cuts, warning his partner it would sting. He followed the cream with bandages, having to make a few for the longer cuts out of gauze and tape.

Hobbes was touched by the care and gentleness his partner took with his hurts, but at the same time uncomfortable with it coming from another man.

"That was real nice, Fawkes," he said in his most sarcastic tone. "Gonna kiss it and make it better now?"

Darien's response was to do just that: starting at the lowest cut on his back, he gently pressed his lips to each bandage he'd just applied, giving the long cuts extra kisses and working his way to the back of Bobby's neck. His last kiss landed on bare skin, and Bobby pulled away from it.

"I need to finish cleaning up," he told Darien. I really need to stop thinking what I'm thinking, he told himself. This was probably some sort of reaction to stress, Bobby reasoned. Hell, he'd done stranger things after nearly buying it.

"You'll start bleeding again from the cuts on your shoulders," the younger man said. "Let me help you with that," rinsing both the sink and the washcloth and filling the former with clean water. Lathering the cloth, he wiped it across Bobby's face and neck, ignoring the other man's protests. Darien rinsed the cloth and wiped the soap away, following that with a towel-dry. He continued on to his partner's arms, chest and the portions of his back he hadn't done earlier. "Stand up," he said.

"Un-uh," replied Bobby, "no way. That's far enough; I can handle it from here. I'm not dropping trou, and you're not washing me there." Especially since there had started taking an interest in the proceedings when Darien had started kissing him, and was currently at full alert.

"It's not like I haven't seen or touched another guy's stuff before," the younger man said. "Being a queen in the joint was a way to survive; if you did it right you were protected from everyone else. I'm not going to do anything you don't want; just a quick wash, rinse, and dry, like everywhere else. I promise."

Bobby wavered, wondering what Darien's hands on him would feel like. He knew if he saw his erection it would change things forever, and not necessarily for the better. He made a decision, and reached for his shoes, only to be held back by Darien, who untied the laces and pulled them off. Socks, trousers, and underwear swiftly followed, and Bobby stood naked and erect before his partner, unable to meet his eyes.

Darien was as good as his word, however, and washed, rinsed, and dried his partner's privates with a minimum of fuss before moving on to his legs and feet. A part of Bobby was disappointed at that until Darien wrapped him in the towel and pulled him close for a long, passionate kiss. "Go lie down," he huskily whispered, causing Bobby's cock to jump, "and I'll be there shortly."

He complied, and a few minutes later he was joined by a clean, damp, and naked partner. Darien pulled him close for another kiss, their mouths opening in unison and their tongues meeting to dance around each other. Darien rolled them so Bobby was on top, mindful of his sore back.

"Ever do this before?" he husked as his hands toyed with his nipples, sending pleasant signals to both men's groins.

"A few times," the older man admitted, "mostly out in the field on ops where there weren't any alternatives besides your hand. Bottom or top?" He gasped as lips replaced fingers.

"Your choice," came the reply between nibbles.

Bobby manuvered his legs between Darien's and spread his thighs. He then started a downward odyssey from Darien's earlobes to his feet, licking, sucking, and nibbling his way down and back up to his partner's erection. He paused a moment to admire the blood-engorged organ before licking and kissing the tip, tonguing the slit and glans. Darien moaned as he was slowly engulfed by a warm, talented mouth, and Bobby held him down while he used tonguing and suction to bring him to the very edge several times before finally granting his half-sobbed and barely coherent plea for release, slurping down every drop of semen and giving his quiescent member a last gentle kiss.

"Damn," he murmured as he realized he wasn't equipped for the next phase. Or so he thought, until Darien handed him water-based lube and a condom.

"You're a regular Boy Scout, aren't you?" Bobby quipped.

Darien just smiled and raised his legs for better access. Bobby took full advantage of the position, slicking his fingers with lube and gently preparing his partner. He was ready quite soon and the older man slipped on the condom and positioned himself at his partner's opening, easing his way gently inside.

He paused for a moment before beginning to thrust, both to give his lover time to adjust and to simply savor the feeling of being inside him. As with the blow job earlier, he took his time and varied speeds, not wanting to rush through in case this was the only time he'd ever get to do this. He carefully noted and stored away every sensation and all his lover's sounds and expressions, to review them again and again. At last he speeded up and increased his strokes to Darien's cock, bringing the younger man off just before his own orgasm hit like a tsunami and he cried out his lover's name as his senses overloaded and darkness claimed him. He vaguely thought he heard the words "I love you" as he went under.



The End