Simon frowned ever so slightly. "Now that you mention it, I actually can't picture JC fucking," he snorted. "I know he's just a guy like the rest of us but I just can't imagine what that would be like." He leaned back to add some scented oil and bubbles to the tub. Why not if he was doing this up right? He splashed a bit to test the temperature and slid on in, offering his hand to Judas like a gentleman.

They could still talk as they soaked, legs thrown over legs. Sometimes Simon wondered why he didn't do this more often. It was relaxing and the company was good. He just knew nothing would come of it.

He was starting to feel how lonely thst was.