#forelimb

Geoff starts filling the bathtub and turns to Gavin. "Poor boy," he murmurs, unbuttoning Gavin's shorts. "Hurting so bad all day." He pushes the pants and boxers down and gently runs his hand over Gavin's rear.

Gavin hisses- he's still raw after last night, and from sitting all day. Geoff frowns sympathetically. He pulls Gavin's shirt up and off. "Come on, baby, get in the bath. I'll make it better."

Gavin steps into the tub and lies down on his stomach. Geoff rolls up the cuffs of his jeans and sides down on the side of the tub. "I'll take care of you, Gav," he says. "My poor boy."

"It really hurts, Daddy," Gavin says softly. He wriggles in the warm water, trying to get comfortable.

"I know, baby, I know it does. I'll make it better." Geoff wets Gavin's hair and starts pouring shampoo into it. "You must be exhausted."

"Mmmhm." Gavin closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of Geoff's fingers massaging his scalp.

"You just lie there, kiddo, and relax- let Daddy take care of it. That's what daddies do." Geoff gently rubs his palm against Gavin's stubbly cheek. Gavin sighs contentedly and sinks further into the water.

Geoff rinses the shampoo out and smiles when Gavin blows the water out of his face. "You did that on purpose," the younger man grumbles.

"Did not. Okay, maybe. Sorry."

"You're so mean, Daddy."

"I really am. Here, I know." Geoff stands and strips his own clothes off. "Scoot over a little, baby boy."

Gavin moves so Geoff can take a seat in the bath with him. "Okay, lay back down," Geoff says. "Let Daddy hold you."

Gavin drapes himself across Geoff's chest, resting his head on his daddy's shoulder. The bathtub's a little cramped for two grown men, but they tangle their legs together and it feels just fine.

Geoff gingerly places his hands on Gavin's rear. Gavin makes a small noise of complaint, but he does nothing else but nuzzle his face against Geoff's chest. Geoff takes the bodywash from the side of the tub and squirts some into his hand. "Tell me how this feels," he whispers.

He rubs the soap onto Gavin's behind. "Oh, Daddy," Gavin breathes. "I like that- keep goin', keep goin', please."

"Feels good, baby? Does it make you feel better?"

"Yeah- yeah, it does, Daddy." Gavin sighs happily. "It smells like apples," he giggles.

"I'm glad you like it, kiddo. I'm glad it makes you feel better."

Gavin pushes himself up to press a lazy kiss to Geoff's lips. "I love you, Daddy," he whispers.

"I love you too, Gav. I love my sweet boy."