They Always Said A Rubber Ducky Was A Child's Toy Thing, But Is It Really?
Having unlocked the front door and setting his bags on the floor next to the door, his keys going on the hanger that was on the wall, looking around the room seeing that the room was empty as he kicked his shoes off. Walking farther into the house he took notice that the kitchen and dining room were empty also, leaving the upstairs of the house to contain his companion. Walking towards the stairs he made his way up them reaching the bedroom, opening the door and walking in he saw that the bed was still made getting ready to leave the room he turned and began to make his way out of the room, stopping when he heard water splashing in the bathroom.
Making his way back in he walked over to the bathroom door that was slightly ajar, pushing it open gently slowly revealing the bathroom. The black marble shining and reflecting everything just by glancing in you could see that it was a bathroom that was kept clean most of the time, it wasn't very hard to keep it clean when the occupants of the house were hardly home and when they were there it was only for a few weeks, if even that, at a time.
Pushing the door open all the way it revealed a heavily tattooed man sitting in a bubble bath playing with a yellow rubber ducky in what appeared to be boredom. The first man stayed in the doorway just watching in amusement as the grown man continued to play with the plastic plaything. The man looked up upon feeling eyes on him, when he saw who it was, a slight blush rose to his cheeks causing the other man to let out a low chuckle at the scene in front of him.
"Tone what are you doing here?" the man in the tub asked.
"The tour's over and I took the first flight I could get. So I would get here early today but the fucking thing got delayed, but I'm here now," Tony said as he made his way towards the tub and sat down next to it gracefully.
"So when are you having to leave again anyways?" the man in the tub asked laying his down on the edge of the tub watching Tony.
"I'm going to be home for two to three weeks but who knows if anything will come up. What about you, Benji?"
"We're in the studio so I'm still going to be here for a bit after you leave," he said almost sadly.
"Oh. I know how much you hate being here alone and all, why don't you stay with your brother when I have to leave?"
"I'll talk to him later about that, but right now I want you in here with me," Benji said leaning over the edge of the tub to kiss him.
Tony stood up pulling his black 'Dead End' shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor next to him. Reaching down and unbuttoning his pants he pushed them down past his waist letting them drop to the floor as he reached for the elastic of his boxers and preceded to slowly pull them down. Tony stepped out of his pants and boxers, pulling his socks off he stepped into the tub and sat across from Benji, watching him as he moved in the water so he would be in Tony's lap with his back resting against Tony's chest as he made himself comfortable.
With Benji resting in Tony's lap he began to kiss up his jaw as his fingers began to thread into Tony's hair. Tony's hands dipping under the water as Benji nipped at his throat causing him to coo softly into the air. Tony's fingers dancing lightly on Benji's chest under the water as they made their way down slowly coming to rest on his hips. Tony's head making it's way onto the back of the tub, and resting there as Benji attacked his neck with kisses and sucking.
"Mmm... Maybe we should mmm... take this to the uhhh... to the bed," Tony said as Benji's fingers had managed to wrap around him.