Finally, a roof

Your cheeks were burning with cold when you finally arrived in the village. You received some looks from the residents, especially from the curious children.

The wooden houses and huts all covered with a snow-white blanket. The night covering everything, only the flames allowed the vision. The flakes were blown by the north wind. You carried a portion of them on your shoulders, now whitened by the snow too.

Your feet sank in the snow to your calf when you dismounted. Wate took his horse by the reins and told you to wait inside the inn until he returned with more coins.

The inside of the inn was warm. You haven't felt so warm in days. The torches danced as the wind entered the door.

In addition to the innkeeper, there were six customers there. A man alone, a group of two men and a girl, and a couple in another corner. You sat in an empty chair by a torch and waited for Wate.

You saw him come out the window with a suede pouch in his hands, stuffed with coins. He passed you on entering and went straight to the innkeeper. Then he came back and sat across from you.

"Got it".

“Good. Thank you”, you said.

"For...?"

"For being so kind".

Wate looked away, and after a few seconds went on to another subject.

"The innkeeper told the maids to heat the water".

"Hm".

"There is a problem."

"A problem?"

"Yeah... I paid for just a bathtub".

“...Oh, damn. Okay, you go first, and then I'll come in after”, you said, thinking about how you couldn't delight the hot water.

"After? No. The bathtub fits both of us”, Wate said. You were no magician at all, but you clearly had no malice or even bad intentions in Wate's voice.

"Both of us?", a blush was beginning to fill your cheeks.

"We are two fugitive men", he whispered the last words. “Until I finish, the water will be warm and when it's your turn, it will be cold. If my mission now is to take you to your father, I can't let you die. I won't look at your dick, if that's your concern. A man shouldn't care about the other's dick if he's not interested in it, right?”

That was precisely the problem. You were, in a way, interested in his dick. Not on his dick specifically... but growing up among prostitutes was not a good way to make you like vaginas and breasts. It had the opposite effect. They always talked about how good that customer was with them, how they fucked well and especially about coins. For you, the clients of the brothel where you grew up have always been more attractive than your hardworking colleagues and friends. They taught you how to apply makeup and take care of your body... you were afraid of Wate's reaction to seeing your body smooth, soft and hairless.

"Okay," you answered.

"So? Is there a problem yet? ”