When Lance bought the super-ultra-special-duper showerhead with fourteen pulsation rhythms for his master bath, Chris called him a pussy. That was before he fucked up Chris' back by being too good at sex.

Lance walked his still-naked self into the bathroom. "Did you drown in there?"

"Go away! You're a bad, bad man who can't play with his toys without breaking them."

On the other side of the glass door, Lance jiggled a bottle of massage oil. "Come out and I promise I'll fix you."

Chris thought about it. "I really love your shower."

"You love me more," said Lance.

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