Mars and Priestly's First Time Thingy Sexy Times

Priestly stripped off his jacket, sighing contentedly.

"Ah, home at last! Marsy, bring in your things from the car--I'll show you the guest room." He hung his jacket on a hook near the door and leaned against the wall.

Mars grabbed his heavy dufflebags. One contained all of his dug up hunting equipment, while the other one contained his clothes. Along with about five pounds of hair scrunchies and hair gel; he was terrified of running out, you see. He slung them over his shoulders, dragging them in from the car.

Though he was apprehensive about living with Priestly, he did trust him to some degree. They had been on a few hunts together, and Mars rather trusted Priestly. Despite his antics, he felt that he could have ended up with a far worse partner. That said, he still despised everything Priestly was. He ignored it, for the most part, but he knew that, deep down, he really hated him.

"I'm going to take a shower and then sleep, okay?" he asked, walking inside.

He grabbed Mars's butt as he passed.

"Let me shower with you," he insisted with a wink. "You must be feeling filthy after spending so long on the road--a partner will help you clean the dirt off of every last inch of your body. Trust me, you'll enjoy it." He licked his lips.

"Let me show you your bedroom, and then we can shower together."

Mars's response, as it usually was, was a swift punch to Priestly's shoulder. Yeah, he had forgotten how much he despised Priestly.

"You disgust me," he spat. "Just show me where the bathroom and the guest room are, sinner."

"In that order?" he asked, grinning. "Well, then, let me take your bags. Wait here, love."

Without waiting for permission, he grabbed the bags from Mars's hands and made his way down the hall, disappearing behind a door on the right side. A loud thump was heard; he emerged seconds later, still smiling.

"Now, you wanted to see the bathroom? What a naughty little Marsy--you're lucky you have such a responsible master." He patted him on the butt and winked.

"Come along, the bathroom is down this way." He held the bathroom door open, gesturing for Mars to go in first.

Unimpressed, Mars simply crossed his arms over his chest.

"Thanks, you've shown me the bathroom, now get out of here," he said bluntly, leaning against the wall. He impatiently waited for Priestly to leave.

"Oh, also, stop touching me. I don't want to catch your faggotry," he grumbled, mostly to himself.

Priestly simply walked into the bathroom and pulled Mars in. He locked the door in one swift movement of his fingers.

"Come here and take off your clothes, Marsy--or do you want help?" He chuckled softly, pulling off his own wife beater. His torso was rather dirty with obvious tan lines, but he was nicely built nonetheless.

"I can't wait to get this grime off--come on, we can wash eachother's backs."

He grumbled even more, but he refused to budge from his spot by the door.

"No, I'm not going to shower with you, you colossal butt pirate," he snapped. "I'm not even going to look at you."

Despite claiming that, Mars actually snuck in glances every now and then. He couldn't help it.

Priestly pulled off his pants--he had been going commando--and turned on the water, smiling.

"Marsy, you're still clothed--do you need help?" He reached out a hand, chuckling.

"Don't think me too shy to undress a big boy."

"Of course I don't need help!" he snapped, looking at Priestly before he realized what a terrible idea that was. He yelped, covering up his eyes. "I'm not going to shower with you, you disgusting homo!!"

He backed up against the door, desperately using his free hand to reach for the handle.

"I hate you, let me out!"

"Mars! You're so handsy!" he giggled, not bothering to push Mars's hand away from his crotch. "Come on now, bath time!"

He grabbed Mars's shirt and tried to pull it off.

"You need to get clean now, my dirty, dirty young ward!"

"NO!" he shrieked, but not because Priestly was taking off his clothes, but because he had touched Priestly. With his bare. hands. He was a sinner.

He shoved Priestly away, but only so he could strip off his clothes voluntarily. Boy, he sure needed a shower, now. He stepped into the shower, sighing with relief as he turned on the water.

Now he just needed to pray...

Priestly stepped into the shower next to him, drawing the curtain closed.

"Do you like shower gel?" he asked, squeezing some onto a loofah. He began to scrub Mars's back.

"I say, Marsy, is your member standing at attention? Don't worry, I don't mind looking away."

"It is not!" He shouted defensively, though he actually wasn't entirely sure was Priestly was insinuating. "You're just a big, fat jerk! And stop touching me!"

He squirmed, pressing against the shower wall so he could be out of Priestly's grasp.

"I can wash myself!!"

"Mmm, you're like a baby kitten resisting help from its mommy," he teased, playfully scrubbing Mars's arm. "Get over here and let Priestly get you nice and clean."

He moved the loofah lower, to Mars's crotch. "You want me to clean here too, right?

"You're quite the naughty boy, after all." He winked.

He screamed.

"NO! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME THERE, YOU LET GO OF MY RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU!" He screamed and clawed his way out of Priestly's grasp.

"Never mind, I don't need a shower!" he reached for a towel, so he could get the hell out of there.

Priestly grabbed him by his waist and pulled him back under the water, very much like a mother cat corralling a stray kitten.

"Now, now," he chastised, "You're not clean yet. Don't turn this into a waste of water." He ran the loofah over Mars's shoulders, smiling.

"You should feel lucky--I have plenty of experience in washing backs. You'll feel the cleanest clean you've ever felt, my dear Marsy."

"Don't call me that," he hissed, turning to face Priestly again. "And don't touch me!"

He backed against the wall, trying not to stare Priestly's body. But, unfortunately, he knew he was.

"I mean, just...I can wash myself!" He insisted, taking his hair out of it's ponytail so he could run his hands through it, to wet it down.

"Where are your eyes, Marsy?" he teased. he played with a strand of Mars's hair for a moment before letting it go.

"Come now, will you let me wash you or not? You can wash me too, if that's what you're upset about--you're always allowed to wash me." He laughed, holding up the loofah.

"Come onnn, where do you want it first? It'll feel good, I swear."

"M-my eyes are...why do you care?!" He snapped angrily, feeling his face turn red.

He pouted, Mars grabbing the loofah from him, but he certainly had no plans to use it on Priestly. "I'm going to wash myself, then...and that's it! Then I'm gonna go and sleep!"

He nodded, as he used the loofah to wash his own arms.

Priestly grabbed his second loofah, lathered it with soap, and began to scrub Mars's chest.

"My, what a dirty little Marsy. You even have grime on your nipples--that last mission sure was tough, eh? Talk about dirt devils."

He smiled, kissing Mars's shoulder. "At least we're both fine now, right?"

He shoved Priestly away from him.

"Stop it! I can do it myself!" he insisted, backing up against the wall. Again. "A-and hand me the shampoo! I'm gonna wash my hair."

He squeezed the loofah angrily.

He ran the loofah over Mars's nipples, unperturbed.

"Someone has the cutest nipples," he cooed, nuzzling him. "Does it feel nice when I touch them?"

Mars squealed like a little girl, shoving him away violently.

"S-stop!" he shouted angrily. "I told you to stop t-touching me!"

He squirmed, trying to gain distance from Priestly.

"I said, do you like it, Marsy?" he said, touching his chest again. He chuckled; Mars was just too cute sometimes.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of me. I'm just your silly old master, completely harmless."

He kissed his forehead.