He wiggled his butt on the hard wooden seat, awakening a dull throb that resulted from those memories. Sighing at the satisfied feeling the ache gave him, Gabriel relaxed and leaned back against the tub's sides. His eyes were closed and he let his arms float just under the water's surface. Scooting his butt forward, he splayed his legs to let the soothing heat reach every submerged body part. He flexed his legs slightly, enjoying the gentle tug and pull of the swirling, fluid warmth over his open groin.

Unfazed by displaying his nude body as only the blind can be, Gabriel had shed his clothes in the adjoining bedroom. Then walked through the hotel suite, and out to the private courtyard and the waiting tub completely naked. His clothing was in the bedroom, but a handgun was never far from his reach.

The San Francisco Police Department could make him retire after his blinding, but they couldn't take away years of undercover training, a finely honed sense of self-preservation and a ton of bad habits. Years undercover had earned him a whole lot of enemies that weren't going to go away just because he couldn't see them anymore.

The bag of doctored heroin that exploded in his face during his last case left Gabriel Sandalini terribly vulnerable. It took away his sight and a lot of his independence, both for good. But it also gave him two things--a renewed sense of what he wanted from life and someone special to share it with.

The soft sound of cloth rustling captured Gabriel's attention and he smiled as the water rolled and swayed with the addition of another body, a large body by the rise in the water level and the force of the waves. He stayed perfectly still and let the new arrival come to him.

A large, warm mass of firm muscle and sinewy flesh flowed in between his legs and lodged itself tightly against his sprawled lower half. He identified the familiar scent of sweat and coconut oil milliseconds before two callused hands slid up his arms, over his shoulders and around his neck. Once there, strong fingers kneaded and rubbed the tightly knotted muscles at the base of his skull.

"Umm. God, Tony, that feels great." Gabriel sighed and melted into the greedy fingertips. "Uh, Christ, that's good." He rolled his head and let his chin length black hair fall down over his bowed face. He groaned and shifted his groin closer to Antonio's. "God, yeah, right there." Arching his neck until it cracked, he let his head loll back to rest on the edge of the tub. He pushed his hips firmly against the other man's growing erection and wiggled his ass to encourage the swell.

"You're tired" The fingertips moved to caress Gabriel's high cheekbones, then strayed down to stroke gently at his lips. The low, rich tones of Antonio's Spanish accent rolled off his cultured tongue like honey dripping off one of the sun-baked tin roofs that dotted the hillsides on the fringes of town.

Just the sound of the Spaniard's voice made Gabriel's cock swell and his spine tingle, like it had the first time he heard it two years ago.

"I'm not that tired." Gabriel wrapped his legs around Antonio's nude body and hissed at the pleasurable sensation of the hot water swirling around their touching cocks. "Don't think I've ever been that tired." He mumbled the word into Antonio's mouth before darting his tongue down the man's throat.