Beginnings

Chapter 1
Bath Time

Chapter Description: Lucas gets a bath.

“And how do you feel about that?”

I continued filling up the bathtub as he stood shyly behind me. Grasping one wrist with his opposite hand, Lucas remained silent. I allowed him the time to collect his thoughts.

“She’s just kind of, you know, a control freak. I don’t… I don’t think it was fair or anything, I just…” He paused. I turned around and glanced at him. I grasped his shoulder. He was suddenly incredibly interested in the floor.

“Lucas. Hey,kiddo. It’s ok. Let’s just get you in the tub, alright?” I began to unbutton his dress shirt, batting his hands away when he tried to help.

“You know the rules, bud. No need to help. I can do it faster anyway. Up you go,” I said as I pulled his undershirt over his head. His forearms were scratched and dirty; he had been climbing trees recently. A light red began to tint his cheeks as I unzipped his slacks and pushed them down to his ankles. That light red roared to life as I worked his boxers down his legs to his ankles. He still wasn’t completely used to this dynamic. Neither was I.

“One foot up, there you go, bud. Now the other. Good boy.” I lightly held his shoulder as he stepped into the warm bath. He sat down rather quickly, eager to cover his nudity. Water and bubbles splashed up and over the side of the tub and onto the tiled floor.

“Woah, big guy. Someone’s excited for his bath, but let’s try and keep it in the tub, ok?” I tousled his hair. He turned away, and remained silent. The nicknames and the affectionate touch always made him feel incredibly little, and he grew evermore quiet as he explored and experienced this aspect of our relationship.

I picked up a cup and sunk it into the tub. “Hair first, ok? Tilt your head back for me.” With one hand I slowly poured the cup of warm water over his curly hair, making sure to use my other hand to protect his eyes and face. He kept his eyes closed throughout the whole process. He murmured an unintelligible sound of approval as I kneaded the shampoo into his hair and scalp.

“You’re a good boy, you know that? I don’t care what some professor says. You’re my good boy.” I soaped up a washcloth and gently ran it over his right shoulder and down his back. Then the left. I circled his back for a few moments, mostly to make sure it was clean, but also to provide comfort. He started to tear up. Not from embarrassment or fear, but simply because it was safe to do so.

“Hey, bud. It’s ok. Shhh,” I whispered calmingly to him. I carefully wiped away his tears after drying my hand on the nearby towel. “You’re ok. It’s all ok.” He nodded.

“There we go, bud. Now, arms up!” He reluctantly raised his arms and I got to work washing the dirt and bark stains out of his skin. I glanced at him and raised my eyebrows when I noticed some more “exciting” scrapes. “You should be more careful, bud.” He smirked and looked away. I ran the washcloth over his underarms eliciting a few twitches and a giggle. He closed his eyes again as I washed his chest. He quickly opened them when I moved to his right thigh, continuing downward towards his foot. With a little maneuvering, and only a few laughs, I had both his right and left foot clean and was moving back up his left leg.

His face turned more somber the further I worked my way up his left leg. This was something still particularly new to us. It was a level of vulnerability that most people are not used to offering to someone else.

“I’m going to wash between your legs now, ok bud?” He nodded. I very carefully started to clean his genitals, both of us hoping that he wouldn’t ‘respond.’ Luckily, I think the novelty and embarrassment prevented any kind of excitement on his part. The hard part was half over.

“Alright, kiddo. I’m gonna need you to stand up and turn around so I can wash your bottom.” He let out a little whine at that request, especially the specific word I used, but stood up shakily and turned around, his head hung low, cheeks burning. I quickly soaped up his lower back and down through each side of his bottom and back leg. Finally, I lightly drew the cloth down the middle of his bottom, making sure every part of him was clean. He turned around and sat back down, unable to make eye contact.

“You’re such a good boy for taking your bath so well,” I tried to reassure him. “Let’s rinse your hair and then we’ll be done. Unless you want to play for a bit, huh champ?” He blushed and smiled and shook his head. Once again, I had him tilt his head back and I poured cup after cup of water down his hair, making sure not to get any soap in his eyes.

“There. Who’s my clean kiddo, hm? Is it Lucas? Is Lucas my squeaky clean boy?” I teased as he turned a deep red. “Aw, it’s ok, bud. Time to get out now.” I reached over to the sink counter and retrieved a large fluffy towel. He hesitantly stood up and I helped him step out of the tub. I vigorously dried his hair and wiped down all the other parts of his body, receiving a worried look and a blush. “Shh,” I whispered as I wrapped him in the towel.

“Do you think you can dress yourself, big guy? You have class in twenty minutes.” He nodded and walked out of the bathroom toward his bedroom. I emptied the tub and tried to wipe some of the water up off the floor.

“Thank you,” he mumbled from the door of the bathroom, already dressed with his backpack slung over his shoulder. “I really appreciate you, um, taking care of me.” His eyes wondered towards the floor.

“No problem, kiddo,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him. “I love taking care of you.” He melted into my embrace.

“I’ll see you tonight, ok? Enjoy the rest of the day bud. Try and stay clean!” He blushed and nodded, then walked out the door of our apartment.

I tried to focus on some homework, but I was eagerly planning what was going to happen that evening.