Summary: Eric gets a bit impatient and learns that shortcuts have drawbacks.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Note: This is from the memething (see previous post) and has been dinked with a bit, but not severely. I'm mainly posting it separately to make it easier to index and link to a couple of communities.
"What do you mean you didn't bring the lube??" Orlando asked incredulously over his shoulder. "Well, go get it!" He turned and arched into the steaming spray of the shower, enjoying the soothing heat. He and Eric hadn't seen each other for months and the guy was so bloody huge, he was always tender the next morning after reunion-sex, no matter how carefully his lover prepped him. No way they were gonna do shower-sex without lube.
"No, come on," Eric protested. "Too far away. And we don't need it anyway. Here, this'll do."
"What? It's ten feet away on the nightstand, what--?" Orlando cut himself off with a shriek when Eric's soap-covered finger slid into his arse. "OWWW! Ow, ow, ow! You stupid shit that fucking hurts!!!" Orlando spun in place to present his burning backside to the flowing water, using one hand to try to encourage, push, splash, rub, anything to get water into the afflicted area and wash out the soap that was burning like acid, while using the other to punch his dumbshit boyfriend in the chest, the face, anywhere he could reach. "Haven't you ever gotten soap on a cut or a scrape?! Owwwwwww!"
All Eric could manage was a babbling stream of "Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry, really, sorry!" while fending off Orlando's fist. His aghast expression did a little -- a tiny bit -- to tamp down Orlando's anger, but he gave him one last punch for good measure as the burn finally began to subside a little.
"You are so not getting laid again this weekend!"