"I want to show you I too can take control."

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"Jesus fucking Christ!" Rio holds his hand to his chest. "What are you doing? You scared the shit out of me."

Carlos just laughs at the man standing under the spray, his eyes wide as saucers. "Who else would it be? Norman Bates? I promise not to murder you." 

"Are you sure? You were dead set on it a couple of days ago." Rio pushes the water off his face with his hands as he takes in Carlos' appearance a little more. "What is that on your head?" 

Carlos pats his head a couple of times. "It's a shower cap. I found it. Now I can shower too without getting my bandage wet…. Move over." He takes a step over the edge of the bath in order to get in, as his other hand pulls on the curtain for support, but Rio holds out a hand. 

"Woah wait. There's no room." 

"Then make room. It's not every day you get to shower with a hot Italian gangster." He lifts his other leg over the edge of the bath, causing Rio to begrudgingly shuffle back. 

"I think you're over selling yourself there. Matheson is a real Italian name." Rio raises an eyebrow. 

"Ok, so half Italian."

"And as for gangsters…"

"But I am hot." Carlos grins as he gets a little closer to Rio. He looks down between them before looking back up. "And I'm naked." 

Rio shakes his head, grinning at the other male. "What are you after exactly?" 

"Me?" Carlos reaches past Rio's shoulder, getting some shower gel into his hands. "I just want to shower." He takes the liquid soap and begins to lather up his chest. His eyes lock with Rio's. 

Rio reaches up and grabs Carlos' wrist, causing him to stop the action. He looks Carlos in the eyes. The stare intensely as he repeats. "What do you want?" 

Carlos pauses for a moment. The air around them gets serious in a moment as he edges closer, leaning a fraction over Rio's shoulder as he utters in his ear, "I want to show you I too can take control. I can appreciate the small pleasures, live in the moment…" he pulls back, looking once again into Rio's eyes. "We don't know what tomorrow will bring. But right here, right now, we have this moment." His eyes once again get drawn to Rio's exposed chest as he takes a slippery hand to the other male's skin. 

Rio lets go of Carlos' wrist as he graces him with a curl to his lips. "Do you know what you're doing right now?" 

"Who says I'll be the one doing anything?" He matches the grin on Rio's face. "It's about time I showed you who is really in charge around here." 

"And what if I refuse?" Rio utters, as a wicked glint flickers in his eyes.

"I can always get my gun. Point it at your head…if that's how you want to play." Carlos guides Rio's hand to his semi arousal. He looks down as he watches the fingers of the other male wrap around his own length, inhaling a sharp thrilling breath at the contact. He looks up at Rio who seemed as if he were ready for his next command, with Carlos more than willing to test out the theory. "Stroke." He utters as again he feels that excitable rush as the fingers and palm begin to glide up and down, as a response to his command. 

Rio keeps a steady pace. Watching with interest, the face of intensity on the other male. He suppresses a grin of amusement at the visual. The lust filled expression on Carlos' face as lips parted to make way for a quickening breath, set against the comedic shower cap was a juxtaposition indeed, but the rapidly hardening penis in his hand soon helped him regain focus, coupled with Carlos reaching out to push the hand away. 

"S…stop….it's too soon." He mumbles, feeling the urge to climax hitting him sooner than he would have liked. 

Rio releases the hold, looking for a hint of what Carlos was going to do next. "You want to stop?" He questions. 

"No, I…"  Carlos reaches over to the shower dial, turning it all the way until the falling water stopped. The silence suddenly echoed in the small space. He tries to compose his slightly heightened breathing. "I don't want to come yet. He emits a chuckle. "It seems you are skilled."

"Ot maybe this is new for you?" Rio smiles, a more compassionate one this time. He places a hand on Carlos' shoulder. "I have no expectations, you are you and I am me. If you want to come, just come, or…." Rio pauses, as if waiting for Carlos to take the bait. 

"Or what?" Carlos looks at Rio, feeling the power shift once again, but somehow surrendering at will. 

Rio leans in and kisses Carlos on the lips, slow and warm, and making Carlos feel a small rush inside. "Or I can teach you the long game…."