"Good lord, I thought I had a boyfriend, not a babysitter." Stiles snorted and started nudging Isaac into the shower, sighing happily as the hot spray hit his back. The water felt amazing, soothing. Definitely good for his sore, bruised muscles.

"I know you do. But you can rub up all on me when we're cuddled up in bed. Smelling like me and my sticky, dried come isn't going to feel so good."