Craig left Orlando sleeping, and made for the shower. They'd had a rare weekend off, and, well... they hadn't actually gone out yet.
The running water must have woken Orlando, because Craig soon felt two slippery hands rubbing his shoulders.
"Orli... is this really the place for a backrub?"
He could hear the devilry in Orlando's voice as he said, "Oh, you don't want a massage? Let's see if I can do better."
Craig shivered as one hand slid down to stroke his cock, and a voice hissed in his ear: "Shall we see if shower gel makes good lube?"