"Take me home Carson" Harris whined.
"My pleasure Kitten".
"I think my house should be empty by now".
"Later baby boy" Carson pulled Harris up and wrapped his arm surly around the younger man, "right now we need to get you cleaned up, you're all sweaty and dusty," Carson looked at the hand Harris was failing at hiding, "and bloody".
"I don't feel like squeezing into that shower" Harris whined.
"Bath? I saw the bathroom attached to your room had a nice room, it might be a squeeze but it's okay that we're close, right?" Carson looked back as he opened the door to that awful church.
Harris blushed deeply and nodded, clutching his fist.
"Then let's go, I want to snuggle up with you under the sheets before dinner and the bonfire".
"Yeah..." Harris trailed off.
Carson and Harris walked
