Krem let Thomas pull away from him, gave him space for a moment. He wondered if it would be better to give him the maximum amount of space that he could without making it seem like he was running from this, if he should urge him into the shower and take a towel for himself.

Instead, he smiled softly. He slid off the bed--mostly stumbled, his legs still jellied from orgasm--and kicked his shorts off the rest of the way, and then took Thomas's hands.

"If we shower together," he said softly, "we'll save water."

Plus, then he would smell, however briefly, of Thomas's soap. It settled the nervous in his stomach, just a little.