Someone had said something, he knew that he wasn't hallucinating in his own home, in his own shower for Christ's sake. He turned around again, his hands wiping across the steam and fog gathered on the glass once more. A totally glass shower stall, how original, how protecting...He felt like he was in a fishbowl being watched, and as he peered through the glass, he knew it wasn't by something clearly visible standing in his bathroom.

I shiver shot down his spine, his hands seeking for anything to clutch in their grip. His eyes landed slowly on the bar of soap lying in its dish, and he nervously grabbed it, rubbing it against his chest as he turned again, the spray landing hard against his back.

He heard the bathroom door latch shut, making him jump slightly as he darted for the steamed glass once more, but again, nothing could be seen. Dropping the bar back onto the dish, he hesitantly grasped the handle of the panel door, easing it open with only a small squeak of the strip of sealer and a click from the clasp that held it closed.

He left the water running as he reached for a towel, wrapping it tightly around himself as he went to check the bathroom door. Grabbing the toilet plunger on impulse, he walked slowly to the door, reaching to swing it open once more. He had the plunger above his head, ready to crash down on his foe valiantly, but no one was there. He stuck his head out of the door, glancing around his bedroom slowly, stepping forward as he continued to see nothing out of the usual.

"Dammit Mike, if it's you, I'm going to kill you and flush your remains...."

He shut the door behind him as he went to check the house, his hands wrapped around the handle of the plunger like it was some great weapon of mass destruction. He stalked through the halls, checking all of the doors, finding them all securely locked. Another shiver passed through him, the water turning cool against his skin as he decidedly headed back to his shower, pushing the door open to a rush of steam.

He heaved a sigh of relief as the heat wrapped around him in a white, fluffy cloud of moisture. He closed his eyes, not being able to see much anyway, and made his way back to his shower, dropping his towel as he climbed inside again. Taking a step towards the showerhead, he reached for the soap again, only not finding it in the dish. He opened his eyes, only to be assured that the soap was no longer where he had left it.

"Looking for this?"

He jumped forward, screaming with all the power in his lungs as he lunged for one of the spare bottles of shampoo. He grabbed it, only to have it slip from his fingers as he went to throw it, dropping it instead on his foot. Turning his screaming from one of terror to cursing profusely, he heard a muffled laugh through his muddled brain.

"Good God Chester, calm down would you?"

"You fucking asshole!"

"Hmm, sounds nice actually...Who's asshole would I be fucking?"

"Who gave you a fucking key?"

"Mike, or Daniel...I can't remember."

Shaking water from his eyes, Chester reached behind him, turning the temperature down on the water to try to see his intruder more clearly. As the mist began to clear a bit, the smiling form stepped forward, stooping down to grab the dropped bottle, holding it up and shaking it slightly.

"You know, you would have made a mess if you had actually thrown this. Glass and water is not pretty..."

Chester snatched the bottle, glaring.

"I can take care of myself, Carey!"

Ben snickered, bracing himself against the wall.

"Oh sure, like screaming is going to chase anyone out of here. Seriously Chaz, I think you know me better."

Chester looked at him, droplets of water clinging to his skin as he stood there nearly mocking him. It wasn't any surprise that he had lost his clothes somewhere between sneaking into the bathroom and into the shower, his muscles well defined under a stretch of tanned skin. One hand placed on his hip, it seemed that Ben was trying to pull more attention to the fact that he was more than pleased with himself to be in the situation.

Ben leaned in closer, daring Chester to step back and away just to see the reaction, knowing that there really wasn't anywhere to go. Folding his arms defiantly, Chester held the bottle of shampoo against his chest under the spray.

"I am going to finish my shower, and enjoy doing it. Besides, I thought you were Mr. Diva..."

Chester heard Ben try to catch a laugh that bubbled up as he turned his back, sticking his head under the spray to soak his hair again. He was opening the bottle of shampoo when he felt Ben's arms ease around him slowly, taking the shampoo and moving them both back out of the water enough for him to soap up Chester's scalp.

"I would hope to be in a little better standing with you than Darren is. I know how well you two get off...And when was the last time he decided to stop by?"

"Don't ask questions that you don't want to hear the answer to."

Ben smirked slightly, expression lost to Chester who had his eyes closed as the foam took over the top of his head. Ben pushed him under the water again, quickly rinsing the shampoo away before stepping closer. Chester's head lowered as Ben pressed up against him, half erect cock pressing into his lower back, his hands wrapping around Chester's chest.

"Maybe I shouldn't be asking, maybe I should be wiping him from your memory..."

He let the last word linger for a moment, almost whispering to Chester who still had is head lowered, his form relaxed in the grasp. Ben began to slide a hand lower, trailing it over stomach until it reached Chester's groin, fingers ghosting over the lengthening member. Chester whimpered quietly at the lack of feeling, his hips moving forward into Ben's hand as he wrapped his fingers around the cock, stroking it slowly.

"Y...You'd have to work pretty hard. Darren's not easily forgotten..."

Chester gasped as Ben's grip tightened around his member, slowing his pace until he was barely moving at all. He kissed down the side of his neck as the water continued to pour down on them, a steady stream running down Ben's chest as he pressed tightly against Chester's back.

"I'm going to make you scream."

Ben's voice was almost rough with lust, Chester pushing back against him as he felt the cock prodding at his ass, wanting the hand to move faster. He could hear Ben chuckle again in his ear, a sound that wasn't unpleasant in the situation, his blood thudding through his veins.

Chester made an angered sound as Ben's hand disappeared from his chest, his face nearly snarling until he felt the top of a bottle work its way into his ass, depositing a rather large amount of cool gel just inside. His anger turned to keening as he felt Ben's fingers thrust into him.

"I told you I was going to make you scream. I never said I was going to do it dry."

Soon enough, the fingers were being replaced with the head of his cock, Ben sliding smoothly into him until he was sheathed, moaning against Chester's shoulders as Chester's head rolled back, both moving forward out of the spray. Chester groaned deeply as his arms went against the wall, bracing himself as Ben began to thrust, pulling at his cock in his hazed rhythm.

Both let themselves go, Ben mumbling a combination of curses and praise as he pounded into Chester, groans and obscenities floating back to him in answer. He wrapped his arm around Chester's chest again, his fingers teasing and pinching the nipples as he sped up his stroking, dipping down to change the angle of his thrusts.

"Holy shit!"

Chester yelled out as Ben began to hit his prostate, his body arching as his back tensed. Ben only grunted in response, too far gone to think of anything coherient. His eyes closed as he felt it start to wash through him, Ben's hand a blur on his length as his seed started to flow, coating the wall in front of him as if every part of him was being sucked out of his cock.

Ben wasn't far behind, biting down on Chester's shoulder as he buried himself deep, filling his ass with his offering before they both slid to the floor breathing hard. Chester reached up slowly, turning off the water with the last of his energy before leaning back against Ben, his heart pounding in his ears.

"Damn Ben...Maybe you need to sneak in more often..."

**

Darren was nearly screaming at Daniel when Ben came strolling through the auditorium doors, an evil grin plastered on his face. Darren leapt off the front of the stage, stalking up to him through the aisle until he was nose to nose with him.

"We have rehearsal. You were supposed to be here two hours ago. Where the hell have you been!?"

Ben shrugged, his eyebrows rising almost comically.

"I was paying a visit to a diva."

"I am the diva here..."

Ben broke down into a fit of laughter.

"Funny, that's what he said..."