James casually entered the bathing chamber, it was quite, apart from guards posted at various places this part of the palace was deserted, the bathing chamber it's self was empty, thank god. James slipped off his jerkin and underwear and slipped into the already prepared bath.
It could have gone better, he was trounced. He was able to fight back at the odd brief moment, but John rarely let up, he rarely gave any opportunity for a counter move. As soon as he flipped James over that was it, he was sure that he would be unable to win. Not the best mindset to have of course, though his concentration was knocked off balance by seeing John's physique in the flesh. It was a far cry from his own skinny form which had always aloud him the advantage of speed and maneuverability. Of course, of late James had put on weight, and had gotten slightly podgy in the stomach. As far as he could tell this didn't effect the outcome of the match detrimentally, but it must have made him look like a softer target.. in more ways than one.
James sighed... he would have to face John again, they'd already agreed to it now, and he couldn't see himself beating John next time either. Worse, as their bodies had touched James felt turned on. He couldn't believe himself for having such a thought, about another boy. James shock his head in the water as he tried to think about something else. It would be difficult, especially knowing he was going to see John's bare flesh again.
After about half an hour James rose from the bath, covered himself in towels and returned to his room, instead of getting dressed he retired straight to bed and got servants to bring him his dinner.
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