Dealing With It Alone.

The noises were the cue things were about to get messy.

I slid my hand down hoping to calm it, but it had a mind of its own.

The spray exploded out of my control, a sudden gush that drenched me

all over my arms, my sweat-soaked chest...

...I remain thankful I was fully naked.

But even as control finally came and the torrent calmed down to drips

I exhaled deeply and tried to recover from the earlier tension.

The worst had already passed, after all.

I knew my partner would probably give me a knowing smirk.

Having chosen to do this alone was probably not too smart

but he understood that I had my needs.

I was never the kind of man to ignore things that needed my attention.

And this growing problem had to be tackled one time or another.

While I knew my partner would have probably preferred I waited for him

I just thought I could tackle this cleanly on my own.

I guess I was wrong.

So here I am now, messily wet all over,

but at least the problem has been dealt with.

The faucet is finally fixed.

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by tobie