"Read to me, Damien."
"Well, I could read you, you know." This made Louis laugh.
"Of course. And then we'd spend the day trying to un-glue from each other again."
"You'd mind that? I mean, it sounds like a sensible hobby to me..."
Now they could either make love or read something from Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. I'm not too sure myself.
Louis had to smile at the warmth of Damien's lips, so apparent in comparison with the cold cable that managed to sneak in between them.
All the while Otis Redding went on wooing him, his For Your Precious Love suddenly very real inside Louis' headphones.
"...oh my God."
"Well, just don't soil the car."
"It's my car, you ass."
"And my ass, you dick."
A short fit of laughter, one more messy kiss, and then we both started trying to turn ourselves human again.
"Make some room."
"...and anyway, since when do we have a tub? I've always used that while here." A vague gesture in the general direction of the shower.
"Right. Well, Louis, this is Bathtub. Bathtub, this is Louis. Try to get along."
"You're such an ass, you know."
"Oh yes, do. This one brings memories. Today especially, I mean."
A brief pause followed by, "Oh, ouch- Stop beating me. Now."
An unusual sight, Louis wearing only his denim shorts, flipping through pages of some magazine or other, made Damien stop in his tracks.
"So what?" A badly concealed irritation accusing him of staring. Or maybe the boy didn't even try.
"It looks good."
"I-I mean racy. ...racy's good, right?"
For a moment he thought he could cut himself on the gaze Louis was giving him.
"Look, if I drooled any more over you, we'd be sitting in a puddle of saliva. Man! Do be reasonable, will you?"
There was some meaningful silence, and then Louis shrieking, howling, laughing oh so much as Damien'd unleashed his tickling attack on him.