Who: Dante What: Midnight Phone Call When: May 4th Where: His Room on Campus Rating: PG13-R. Depending on what you find offensive.
Dante had a long day that Wednesday; lots of paperwork, cooking, and a few parent phone calls that had to be dealt with. In addition to that, he had to go work at his shop as well. Even though he had hired a few part time workers to tend his shop while he was teaching, apparently they get sick too, and he had to go do prep work for Wednesday and Thursday.
When he got back to the mansion, he parked his car, and went straight to his room. Even before his door was shut, he had already stripped down do his underwear, grabbed a towel that he slung over his shoulder, grabbed his shower bag, and crossed the hallway into the communal showers. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, his underwear gave off a faint shimmer as he slipped the waistband down past his hips and hit the floor silently. He didn't really pay attention if anyone else was around or not. It was the men's shower, so it was ok to be naked. He bent over and picked up his underwear off of the floor and walked to a shower stall that wasn't being used. Dante placed his underwear and oversized white towel on the white table outside of the stall. It didn't take him long to turn on the water, but it did seem to take an eternity to let it get heated up. He absolutely refused to get into the shower when the water wasn't steaming hot.
When he was satisfied that the water was indeed hot enough, he stepped into the shower and let the water cascade over his thin body. It felt good to get clean after a hard day. He didn't even bother to close the shower curtain as as inhaled deep and felt the water wash over him like a hot wave of heaven. His mind was filled with thoughts of the ocean, and warmth.
Dante leaned his upper back against the wall behind him and felt as the water flowed down his torso, and off of his feet, before he reached over and grabbed his Prada Bodywash and loofah. It was sweet and ambery, so it matched his natural scent. Not a cotton candy sweet, but a sensual sweet. Intoxicatingly sensual, was the way he had heard it described before. The loofah ate the soap he squeezed on it, and found itself being rubbed on his body. The lather built up on his body and slowly slid down from his chest, and past his hips.
Dante loved to shower, as it helped him relieve himself of stress. There were other things he liked doing, and one of them did involve the shower, but he couldn't do it alone, and he was pretty sure it would be frowned upon at the school, even though it was the faculty showers.
Dante washed, rinsed, conditioned, and rinsed his hair quickly before finally stepping out of the shower, and taking a big sigh. "So refreshing." He said quietly as he picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist and walked back to his room.
His room smelled of sensuality. The same amber smell that his body naturally emitted. Dante yawned as he stretched and looked at the clock. "Midnight already?" He said to himself as he finished drying himself off. Dante flung the towel on the towel rack in his room before he pulled the down comforter back and crawled into bed. He lackadaisically fumbled around for the lightswitch and eventually found it. Dante rolled over on his side and pulled the covers tightly around him right before his cell phone rang. Satisfaction, by Benny Benassi, blared out against the quiet darkness.
Dante fumbled for a moment before he located his cell phone, and answered it.
"Hello? Do you know what time it is?" He answered groggily into the phone. "What are you doing, Dante?" The voice on the other end asked with a lilt at the end. "What are you wearing?"
Dante sighed. "I'm not wearing anything, Elliot. I'm in bed. You know that." He said with a yawn. "What do you want?"
Elliot laughed. "You know what I want. I'm all alone, and I miss you." Was Elliot's response.
Dante was not fooled. "Go fuck yourself, Elliot. It isn't happening. Maybe if you wanted a piece of this, then you shouldn't have cheated on me with that..." Dante stopped for a moment. "I'm flattered Elliot, but I'm not interested. Goodbye Elliot." He said before hanging up on Elliot's rebuttal.
The truth of the matter was that there was someone else on his mind, and the mere thought of the the man made his heart beat, and his blood flow. Dante closed his eyes as his hand moved south past his bellybutton...