[ Kirk honestly didn't mind Wade spending most of his time at his apartment. It was nice waking up with somebody and going to sleep with them. And their arrangement kept anything pesky like commitment out of it. It was something for them both to enjoy, rather than obligation.
Like Wade, Kirk had no desire to bring up the potential consequences of what they'd done. He would take the punishment, ride it out, and never regret a moment of this. So he pushed it from his mind, turning to walk towards the bathroom with a sensual sway of his hips. ]
Gatorade, I think. It's best after a workout.
[ He smirked and ducked into the bathroom. The shower hissed, and by the time Wade got there Kirk would already be beneath the spray. He slicked his hair back, sighing as heat enveloped him, water coursing over the new contours of his body. ]