<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Witch<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Stephen smiled as his sight met Trevor's and he saw the sparkle his comment had given them. He shivered in delight as his jaw was touched again.  It had been some time since someone else touched him at all let alone out of affection, but He hadn't really looked for it since he had left the Enclave, all because of Trevor. The reason he had taught the young man in the first place, without Tara knowing was all because he had found him attractive even then but hadn't made a move.<strong>"Yes, well perhaps I shall keep the scruff then. "</strong>Stephen had let himself go a bit, so to say.  He had never been one to grow much chest hair, and he never had back hair either, it was usually his face that grew the most, that and his stomach and below his waist.  Stephen stifled a moan as Trevor nibbled his ear, his jaw clenching a bit as he grit his teeth.<strong>"Well.. I will keep that in mind, but now that you mention it I may need help washing my back.. I will find a way to let you know."</strong>he smiled, winked, and kissed him goodbye before heading to his old room.<br/><br/>Stephen opened the door to the room and was welcomed by a sight just as he had left it, except it looked as though time had not ravaged it.  There were no cobwebs, yet nothing had been moved.  He made his way to the closet and pulled out a blue and gold outfit, worthy of any decent witch and made his way to his old private bathroom where he layed the clean clothes down, and turned on the water, letting it warm as he folded his old clothes and got in amongst the steam, moaning gently as the warm water wahed part of his muscle pain away.  He pulled off an old bandage from a previous battle he had fought before arriving that he hadn't quite had time to properly heal.  The water washed away the clotted blood and Stephen hissed as he placed his hand over it, chanting a healing spell, as it closed. still leaving a silvery, fresh scar.<br/><br/>After healing his small wound Stephen lathered up some soap and began to slowly wash his body, letting the steam swirl around him as he thought about Trevor, his manhood stirring slightly and he blinked the thoughts of it from his mind, swallowing gently.  As he continued washing he thought about how he was going to wash his back, channeling the thoughts to Trevor in his room so perhaps he would pick them up, audible only to him.