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It was. And John nuzzles back, rumbling happily as he gathers Oscar against him.

"Mhmm. Yes?"

"Mmm...you put your boobs away." He nuzzled him, before offering a small kiss. "The muscles are nice."

He was still a little doopy from sleep.

He chuckles a little and kisses him back sweetly.

"I wanted to give you a bigger 'me' to sleep on."

Beat.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like them."

"That was very nice of you. Thank you." He nuzzled his cheek, smiling at him.

"They're very nice. Though- that does make me think. Your companion, Sokie- she didn't come by, did she?"

John was unique but also...his girlfriend? Friend? Housemate? Might not like John offering the bed to his priest.

(Nevermind that she happily gave up any bed for Oscar's death toll.)

He shakes his head.

"She checked in. I told her I had someone with me. She says 'hello'."

A pause before-

"Did you want to meet her?"

"Oh. She's not mad? Then...that's all I need to know." He shook his head, moving to lay his head against John's chest for a few moments, feeling a little flustered.

Someone else knew they had sex. Or at least cuddling. Hopefully she only thought it was cuddling. It was only now that he realized he had been very noisy.

"Er...you can say hi back? If you'd like. I was, um. Going to invite you to the bath or something. I feel better." He peered up at him. "I'm not sure why I got so...worked up after. Sorry John."

He shakes his head, not so much 'firmly' as decisively.

"She's not mad. I wouldn't tell her who you are without your okay, but she and I both have other partners and I'm open with her about that. She's happy I'm happy and I feel the same way."

He perks up at the mention of a bath, though, rumbling happily.

"I'd love to take a bath with you. But you don't have anything to apologize for. It was wonderful to share that with you." He nuzzles again. "And you should know that you're loved."

"Oh." That was...a strange sort of relationship, but as established before...John wasn't normal, and Oscar liked him that way.

"I suppose...if I'm coming over more often, or you to me...she should know who I am, and our connection. To be fair to her."

So she'd know how to find John, if something went wrong. Oscar still huffed a little, and leaned up to give John a firm kiss.

"And I know I'm loved. I love you, and you love me. And- that won't change." He breathed out a slow breath. "But- let's get cleaned up a bit. I'm sure we both smell like sex."

And there were creatures and people on board who'd smell and know. And he wasn't sure what the reaction would be if people found out a priest got laid.

Even if it was due to love.

He nods. He's pretty sure that Sokie knows he has feelings for Oscar given the "keeping him in the cabin all week" but he doesn't mind them knowing on another. Especially since Sokie was coming home with him. Oscar would be there.

Some Oscar. And he'd come visit this one regardless.

...he enjoys the firm kiss. He greatly enjoys when Oscar is a little huffy and insistent. Yes, please. Insist. He loves it.

But at the mention of baths...

"I have a nice big bathtub. We can get washed up together."

...eventually.

"I can carry you over if you're still feeling wobbly."

Sokie figured out there was some 'mine' happening when John brought Oscar back and cared for him all week. Whether they would be around this Oscar or another, he'd be in their life until he passed on.

She knew the score. And Oscar would too, in time. Currently, he was more concerned in doting and huffing at John at the same time.

"Let's do that then." Another kiss, firm and affectionate was offered before he scooted to the edge of the bed. "I feel better, so you don't have to carry me. But...another time John. Promise."

And he reached to take his fingers and squeeze.

John will return the squeeze, and the kiss, before pushing himself out of bed. He's entirely naked and looks clean regardless of what they'd done; he'll give a little stretch before leaning over to peck a kiss and heading for the bathroom.

He'll start the warm water going. But there's an important question Oscar needs to answer.

"Bubbles or oils?"

And here he thought John would feel sticky like him from the sweat. He certainly felt sticky and...other things that he hadn't before.

Lucky John. Oscar took his time to stretch a little, working out some of the kinks in his back as he followed John slowly. His curls were all over the place as he made to smooth his hand over his hair. "Oils,if you don't mind. Thank you John."

His gaze lingered on John's back and on his ass. He really would need to spend a morning in prayers or something to calm down. His hunger for John was insatiable.

He was all those things. And then he didn't want to be so he wasn't. John tries his best not to cheat most of the time but that one? Nope. He'd have done the same for Oscar if he wouldn't have been worried the other man would be thrown off and wonder if it was all a dream.

But he nods to the answer before leaning on to kiss Oscar's cheek and reach his hands around to rub at his back a little, front to front.

"I could give you a backrub in the warm water if you'd like."

Oscar would have quietly freaked out. Sorry John. Mr Scratch had left some deep scars.

"I would love that. It doesn't hurt or ache, but..." He felt himself smile, slight and soft. "The attention...is quite nice."

And he planned on spoiling John rotten with back rubs and front rubs and anything else that came to mind.

He smiles and nods.

"It is, isn't it?" And Oscar is going to get a kiss on the nose again before he pulls him a little closer. There's time for a few kisses before they get in the tub, after all. It has to fill, after all.

Oscar laughed- giggled really- as he let himself be drawn in closer. He could hear the tub fill in the background.

"It is." Was all he said before he was kissing John again, his left arm brushing over John as his right hand graced his back. It was just a few kisses. They'd get in the bath...eventually.

The scent of the oils he's added start wafting through the bathroom as the heated water fills: sandalwood and patchouli and something resinous and warm to round them out. John takes a moment to keep rubbing at his hips and his lower back as they kiss, only breaking it when he turns back to the bath.

"I think that's good. It'll be more full once we get in. And the jets will be nice on your muscles."

"Right. We wouldn't want it to spill over." His voice was a little breathless, but he's trying to ignore it- or his rather, understandable reaction to making out.

The bathroom smells warm, masculine, and expensive. He takes a moment to breathe it in, letting it clear his mind- only to puzzle over one thing.

"Sorry John but...jets in the bath? Is that- a future thing?"

Jacuzzis sadly weren't a thing yet in his time.

He has to think about that.

"I think so," he says after a moment, "but they're nice. I'll show you. They feel good, like the water massaging you itself."

He kisses him once more before he draws back, and Oscar certainly would have felt that he wasn't the only one effected by the kissing, but it's visibly confirmed then as well. John will gesture to the little steps up to the bath.

"I'll get in first and then I can steady you while you step in. We can sit on opposite sides... or you can sit in my lap while we clean up."

"Huh. That's a pleasant thing from the future." He smiled. The other things he heard was...well. Mostly weird things he still had trouble understanding.

Water jets just sounded nice.

And it was nice to know he wasn't the only one effected from a quick glance. Though he had to offer a quick, small laugh at sitting on opposite sides.

"John sweetheart- we're not going to be able to stick to opposite sides. I'll sit on your lap." He paused, even as he stood on the steps up the bath.

"Oh. A-a-re you okay with me calling you that? Sweetheart?"

If anything, he looks thrilled about 'sweetheart'. He nods as he settles down and holds up an arm.

"I don't really want to be called any other name than John," he says easily enough, "but nicknames like that-" he nods again, "I like that. I like having a special name from you. I like being your sweetheart."

He pauses before adding.

"Y'maea is like that. It's what I called you before. I-it means 'Beloved One'. Are you okay with that?"

Oh, his heart. He swallowed, and stepped forward, making to take his arm, using it to balance as he stepped into the bath.

"You're John, and that's your name. That's why I was...worried, because names are important. Titles are important. But...I like you being my sweetheart too."

And he felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the warm bathwater on his thighs, or in how he was stepping over to sit on John's lap.

"S...so that's what it is. I...yes." He felt almost shy. "It-I might be a little...unprepared to say it in public though. But- I will always mean it. You're my sweetheart."

'Sweetheart'. He likes that.

"I won't say anything to anyone," he says firmly, "but I'll know what you mean." Wry. "And no one knows the meaning of the word on this ship but you. But I'll still probably only use it when we're together."

And he'll help Oscar to lower himself down in the water, though hopefully he doesn't mind the, er, 'seat' waiting for him on John's lap. John isn't in the least bit uncomfortable about being sat on. If anything, he rumbles happily as his arms go around Oscar and he'll place his chin on Oscar's shoulder. He'll give Oscar a little squeeze, enjoying the way his skin feels in the warm, oil-slicked water, and he turns his head to press a few kisses to Oscar's jaw.

"Let me turn on the jets. You'll get to feel them on your legs, mostly. Since you're sitting on me."

"That's more than fine with me. Sweetheart."

He felt a little giddy, a little guilty, like he was doing something he shouldn't have been. Which, he was. He was a priest. He shouldn't be calling anyone his sweetheart. But...John was, and he didn't regret that.

Or getting to sit on John's lap. He could feel John's...well, interest, but that certainly wasn't his fault. He was much the same way, and he was very happy to have John cuddling him up on his lap. He could even go without the jets, with the oil slicked water around them.

"One day, I might just ask to come and use your bathroom so I can soak up to my chin." He leaned back, and tilted his head to offer more neck for John to kiss, because it felt so nice.

"...maybe I should restructure my cabin. There's very little there."

John was going to pet him now, slick and soft in the nice hot water, and press a few kisses on his neck, the back of his jaw, just under it-

"You're welcome to," he says, "but you should make your cabin a space you love too." A few more kisses as his hands run over Oscar's thigh, brush over his belly. "Even if it's just so that you have a warm, inviting place to bring others. Or places you can offer to those who might need it."

He nuzzles now.

"This bathroom and the lounge and the kitchen and even my bedroom were rooms that I asked for long before I had a body to enjoy them. But I could let my inmate rest there when she was tolling, or enjoy a hot bath, or cook breakfast with her."

He considers for a moment before nibbling, lightly, along the line of his shoulder. He wants to see if Oscar likes that.

"May I touch your cock, Oscar? I want to show you more."

Oscar isn't the only one hungry for his partner's pleasure. John had gotten to see that smug little smile on his face that had been worth its weight in gold and more. Now he wants to see Oscar mounted on his cock, his own enveloped in John's hand, writhing with new sensations he'd never even imagined he could feel.

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