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Apr. 20th, 2006 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raynedanserwritesTitle: Tucking In
Pairing: Ricky/ Danny/ Tony
Word Count: 524
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Not at this time.
His intention was to take a shower. A very hot one. Ricky would have preferred a long one, too, but some shower was better than no shower. He tugged off his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor, then stepped into the bathroom. Once the spray was adjusted, he stepped into the compact shower. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the damp tiles before closing his eyes. He stayed like this, the spray hitting his back, listening to the faint whir of the fan, the quiet hum of the generator from somewhere beneath the bus. Another day, another packed schedule and all he really wanted to do was drop onto his bed, close his eyes and sleep.
Slowly the tension left his body. He imagined it mixing with the cooling water as it swirled down the drain. He turned around, tipping his face into the spray. He combed his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it away from his face, and then leaned back against the wall.
Faintly, he heard a door snick open and closed again, but he ignored it. It wasn’t unusual to hear extra sounds around here and he’d trained himself to ignore them long ago. There were times he was pretty sure that Danny and Tony thought his bus had a revolving door they were on and off it so much.
Hands that he knew weren’t his cupped water over his head, and then shampoo was scrubbed through his hair. He sighed happily, thinking that scalp massages were probably better than back massages. Then water was cupped onto his head again and he helped only a little as he pushed the soapy water off his head before he was nudged back against the wall.
Ricky kept his eyes close as he recognized the faint smell of his sandalwood soap. Strong hands started at his neck, massaging and rubbing and pressing in circles before moving to his shoulders. Slick hands flattened over his chest and smoothed gently over the contours of his chest and abdomen, circled around his arms, linked their fingers with his briefly before separating and moving to his lower belly. Hands cupped his hips and a soft kiss was pressed to one before the hands continued their exploration. One hand smoothed soap and rinsed each leg, and then each foot was picked up and washed as gently.
Ricky bit back a giggle because, “‘Lito! Ticklish, man,” he reminded.
Finally, the water was snapped off, a towel wrapped around him and he was led out of the shower. Ricky drowsily opened his eyes and smiled. “You spoil me.”
Danny shrugged. “Yeah well,” he said as he guided Ricky towards the bed. “Come on old man, time to get you tucked in.”
Ricky smiled. Tony was sitting up in bed, the sheet that wrapped around his leg barely covering the lower half of his body. He smiled in return and patted the mattress next to him as Ricky crawled onto the bed and collapsed against Tony. He rested his head on Tony’s thigh, curved a hand over the other thigh, closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds.
Pairing: Ricky/ Danny/ Tony
Word Count: 524
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Not at this time.
His intention was to take a shower. A very hot one. Ricky would have preferred a long one, too, but some shower was better than no shower. He tugged off his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor, then stepped into the bathroom. Once the spray was adjusted, he stepped into the compact shower. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the damp tiles before closing his eyes. He stayed like this, the spray hitting his back, listening to the faint whir of the fan, the quiet hum of the generator from somewhere beneath the bus. Another day, another packed schedule and all he really wanted to do was drop onto his bed, close his eyes and sleep.
Slowly the tension left his body. He imagined it mixing with the cooling water as it swirled down the drain. He turned around, tipping his face into the spray. He combed his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it away from his face, and then leaned back against the wall.
Faintly, he heard a door snick open and closed again, but he ignored it. It wasn’t unusual to hear extra sounds around here and he’d trained himself to ignore them long ago. There were times he was pretty sure that Danny and Tony thought his bus had a revolving door they were on and off it so much.
Hands that he knew weren’t his cupped water over his head, and then shampoo was scrubbed through his hair. He sighed happily, thinking that scalp massages were probably better than back massages. Then water was cupped onto his head again and he helped only a little as he pushed the soapy water off his head before he was nudged back against the wall.
Ricky kept his eyes close as he recognized the faint smell of his sandalwood soap. Strong hands started at his neck, massaging and rubbing and pressing in circles before moving to his shoulders. Slick hands flattened over his chest and smoothed gently over the contours of his chest and abdomen, circled around his arms, linked their fingers with his briefly before separating and moving to his lower belly. Hands cupped his hips and a soft kiss was pressed to one before the hands continued their exploration. One hand smoothed soap and rinsed each leg, and then each foot was picked up and washed as gently.
Ricky bit back a giggle because, “‘Lito! Ticklish, man,” he reminded.
Finally, the water was snapped off, a towel wrapped around him and he was led out of the shower. Ricky drowsily opened his eyes and smiled. “You spoil me.”
Danny shrugged. “Yeah well,” he said as he guided Ricky towards the bed. “Come on old man, time to get you tucked in.”
Ricky smiled. Tony was sitting up in bed, the sheet that wrapped around his leg barely covering the lower half of his body. He smiled in return and patted the mattress next to him as Ricky crawled onto the bed and collapsed against Tony. He rested his head on Tony’s thigh, curved a hand over the other thigh, closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds.
