<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Allred<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Guest Services<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens, Jeans<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Residents of Room 8 (Thomas)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Nude Men Showering!<hr/><br/>A smile appeared slowly once more on his face.  It was rather lucky that they had been pair together in the same room.  Devon might have shared that same spark of paranoia would he have been more invested in the business.  Devon knew Thomas was older, but he didn't know his place in the company or how much tenure he had.  It was a good thing they didn't work together or some might misconstrue their relationship.<br/><br/>His offer to get food or drink while Thomas unpacked was brushed off in favor of his second suggestion: the shower.  Devon let his eyes wander over Thomas as the man had turned to pull his washing kit from his luggage.  Once he'd turned around again, Devon's brown eyes turned upward once more to look into Thomas' blue eyes for the short few seconds before he turned to walk into the bathroom.  Devon was about to lay back on the bed and figure out what he might do for the rest of the day other than fantasize about Thomas, but that plan was train wrecked as soon as Thomas paused and came back, giving a comment of slight apprehension about his following action.<br/><br/>For Devon, he wasn't entirely sure about what Thomas was talking about, and then, it happened.  The taller man leaned down, a warm, welcome hand cupping the back of his head and neck.  Their lips met, and Devon's eyes closed.  It was gentle, at least at first, until that little push near the end when Thomas released.  Devon gasped softly, his eyes flying open to see Thomas retreat into the bathroom.  His heart was already beating quicker, his breath heavier.  As soon as Thomas was out of sight in the bathroom, Devon fell back on the bed, arms splayed out on either side of him.  He gave a sigh of contentment, eyes closing as that moment repeated in his head.  He waited only a couple of minutes, enough time to hear the water in the shower turn on.  Devon bit his lip in anticipation of what he wanted to do...or would do.<br/><br/>Only a moment longer was all it took for him to stand and slowly make his way to the bathroom.  He slipped in, following the trail of clothes left on the floor, removing his own as he got closer to the large glass and tile stall.  By the time he reached the door, he was nude.  His eyes were met with a sight he thought he wouldn't see again.  Thomas' naked backside was drenched in the warm, flowing water.  Devon opened the shower door and slipped inside, his hands slowly sliding along Thomas' waist and then around to his front where one rubbed up over the man's firm chest while the other toyed just above his pubic region.  An equally gentle kiss was placed at the joining of the older man's neck and shoulder.  "I... hope you don't mind, but I have to," he said, repeating Thomas' own words back to him.