Shawn handed Jean the small box and the bottle of lubricant. "The bathroom is that way," he said, gesturing briefly, not giving him even a moment to breathe or take in his surroundings.
Jean walked down the short hallway until he found the bathroom.
Once inside, he locked the door behind him and let out a deep breath.
He opened the box, curiosity tugging at him.
Inside was a strange, balloon-like object with a narrow extension.
"Okay…" he murmured under his breath.
He assumed it had something to do with cleaning, but he had no idea how it worked. He checked the writing on the box, but it wasn't clear enough to help. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out his phone and searched for it.
~How to use an enema bulb.
The results appeared instantly, and he read through them just as quickly.
He stared at the screen blankly.
Even though he understood, he found himself still scrolling, as if hoping something might make it feel less real.
The steps were straightforward: Fill the bulb with warm water, lubricate the nozzle with a water-based lubricant.
Lie on your side. Gently insert the nozzle about 3 inches. Slowly squeeze the bulb to release the liquid into the rectum.
Remove the nozzle and try to hold the liquid for 5–10 minutes so it can work. Sit on the toilet to pass the fluid.
Each step felt heavier than the last, more overwhelming.
Jean suddenly wasn't sure he wanted to go through with it.
Why wasn't Shawn the one doing this? Why did it have to be him? He had a d*ck too. He was just as capable. So why was he the one stuck in the bathroom, figuring all this out, while Shawn simply waited outside?
The thought frustrated him more than he expected.
Before he fully processed it, he had already unlocked the door and stepped back into the room.
"You know, I have a di..." he began, intending to say it didn't have to be him taking that role.
But the words died the moment his eyes fell on Shawn.
He was standing there in nothing but his briefs.
Jean's mind went blank.
His eyes moved over Shawn's body, the firm chest, the defined lines of his abdomen. He looked solid and undeniably attractive.
Jean felt the reaction of his body instantly. Heat surged through him, sudden and overwhelming.
For a moment, everything else disappeared- what he had been about to say, even why he had come out in the first place.
All he could think about was closing the distance between them.
All he wanted was Shawn's hands on him, his weight against him.
The need hit him hard.
Without saying another word, he turned and walked back to the bathroom, a single thought driving him forward.
He followed the cleaning steps carefully, but when he finished, doubt crept in.
He wasn't sure he had done it right, and because of that, he couldn't bring himself to leave the bathroom no matter how badly he wanted to go back to Shawn.
The anticipation pressed down on him, a tight mix of fear and desire that made it almost unbearable to just stand still.
A sudden knock on the bathroom door startled him.
"What's taking you so long? If you've changed your mind, just tell me so..." Shawn's words cut off abruptly as the door opened. His eyes met Jean's for a brief second before drifting downward to his body, and it seemed all he could do was stare.
Jean stood there, completely naked, his body still glistening with water from the shower he had taken only moments before.
Even without seeing himself, he knew exactly how he must look- confused, uncertain, terrified, and yet undeniably aroused.
His chest rose and fell with uneven, nervous breaths.
There was something deeply satisfying in the way Shawn stared at him, his unfinished sentence hanging in the air. Jean could guess what he had been about to say- that if Jean had changed his mind, he should leave, that Shawn could simply go to sleep or find someone else. But those words died the moment Shawn's eyes fixed on him.
"I've never done this before," Jean admitted, the truth slipping out before he could stop it. "But I'm not entirely inexperienced. I've been with girls before… just not with a guy."
As the words left his mouth, he had already made up his mind. He wouldn't give Shawn the chance to back out just because of his inexperience.
He stepped forward.
The moment he closed the distance, something inside him ignited. Desire surged through his body, stronger than anything he had felt before.
He wanted to touch him. His hands moved on their own, settling against Shawn's firm chest, feeling the tension of muscle beneath his palms.
Shawn's heart was pounding hard enough for Jean to feel each beat, and it gave Jean a strange sense of courage. Maybe Shawn wasn't as composed as he pretended to be.
Maybe he was just as affected.
That thought pulled Jean closer until their bodies pressed together. His hands moved with growing confidence, tracing over Shawn's form as if memorizing it.
Shawn was slightly taller, just enough that Jean's head fit naturally against the curve of his neck. Unable to resist, Jean brushed a light kiss there, feeling the warmth of his skin.
Shawn's breath hitched- sharp and involuntary, but still, his hands stayed at his sides.
That, more than anything, frustrated Jean. He wanted to feel Shawn touch him, he wanted that contact desperately.
He rose onto his toes and pressed his lips to Shawn's, and in the movement, their bodies brushed in a way that sent a sharp jolt of heat through him.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped him, and he felt Shawn's breath falter as well. Still, Shawn pulled back slightly.
"No kissing," Shawn muttered, but Jean didn't let him finish. He leaned in again, pressing his lips to Shawn's once more- more firmly this time, ignoring the boundary as every nerve in his body demanded more.