#bathing help

“You’re a real dumbass, You know that right?” Arthur laughed as he watched his lover from the doorway struggle to lower himself into the bathtub,

“You’re a real dumbass” His lover mimicked in a high pitch, still trying and failing to settle in the warm soapy water.

Micah had broken his arm on a job 2 weeks ago, Strauss and Hosea helped set it back into place with Arthur scolding him while clutching his other hand in a crushing grip.

Micah took having a broken arm to mean that he didn’t have to bath until it was healed, but when Miss Grimshaw called him out for “Stinking worse than a pigs pen” in the middle of Camp, Arthur dragged him away into Shady Belle’s Mansion.

Arthur sighed with a smile as he stripped himself of his shirt and approached the bathtub.

He gripped Micah’s sides gently from behind and began lowering him into the water, being extra careful to lay his injured arm on the outside rim of the tub.

Micah grumbled to himself but didn’t outwardly object, he was a stubborn man but not so stubborn as to deny Arthur when he was like this.

Micah let out a small hiss as the water crept over the rest of his torso, leaving only his shoulders, arms and head exposed, He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth from the water seep deep into his aching body.

Arthur began to gently wash the accumulation of two weeks worth of filth off Micah, laying gentle kisses on the exposed skin as he went over it with a washcloth.

Arthur made sure to clean every inch of his lover, making sure to reach every nook and cranny that he could,

Micah let out a soft moan as Arthur went over his privates, neither of them were here for sex but that didn’t mean that Micah’s body didn’t respond happily to Arthur's touch.

Once Arthur decided that Micah’s body was clean enough, he reached for the jug beside the bath, filling it from the tub.

Arthur poured the water over Micah’s hair, his hand cupped over his forehead as to let the water run off his hand instead of into Micah’s eyes.

Arthur had put the jug away and began to massage the soap into Micah’s scalp, grinning as the smaller man ground in pleasure.

“I could get used to this” Micah sighed into the foggy air of the bathroom, his eyes still shut in bliss,

“Yeah? Maybe we can take a bath together when you’re all better?” Arthur’s husky voice murmured into the crook of Micah’s neck as he left a trail of light bite marks,