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Dear. Fucking. Lord.
He watched him as he walked away and contemplated it. To go upstairs or to not go upstairs. That was the question. Dmitri was asleep in the bedroom. And of course that was off limits.
“Use the guest bathroom!” He yelled and quickly got up to follow him.
"There's a guest bathroom?" He asked, while slinging the shorts a little lower on his hips. Tight-fitting boxer briefs in an obnoxious shade of neon teal showed over the white material, as he tried to navigate according to Fred's directions. Logic took over, and he'd found it in the hallway, dropping first and second layer once inside. Wasting no time, he moved to get water running, not turning to see if Fred was following. He was a bit more worried about making sure no pipes ended up clogged, for the rest of the day.








