Challenge #155: Shampoo
Two more in my series of "Shampoo" drabbles, one for Brian and one for Justin, for each season. these are Season Two, and both condoms go to Justin's loft.
I let the hot water ease my muscles, tight from three nights in a hospital hallway. I washed my hair, let the shampoo dissolve the sweat and snot and tears on my skin, wash away Justin's blood.
There were blood-tinged suds swirling at the drain, blood on the cement, in his hair, on his face... on my tongue.
I shut off the water.
I stood in front of the mirror, my body naked and wet in the steamy reflection. I saw a glimpse of blood-crusted white on the floor; I pulled it out of the pile and put it around my neck.
Brian didn't look up from the computer when I came in. I mumbled something about a shower, and he answered with a grunt or silence, I don't really remember which.
I knew if he followed me into the bathroom, what he'd smell on me wouldn't be smoke and beer and sex. It would be something else, something a lot harder to wash away with shampoo and soap.
He was still at the computer when I slipped into bed, chilled and damp from the shower.
I woke up a long time later, Brian nuzzling into my neck, his lips warm on my damp hair.