The warning came faster than Sam had expected. Honestly, he'd half imagined Eliot would try to drown him the moment he had his head down under the water, but it didn't come. At the gentle tug, Sam was more surprised than anything; Lucifer would never have offered him the choice, or any kind of warning.

So he retreated, because he was asked to, rising up out of the water sharply and gasping in a fresh breath of air. He wrapped his hand around Eliot, intending to pull him over the edge toward orgasm, those last few strokes that he needed to get off--

And that was when the door opened.

He'd been so busy underwater that Sam hadn't noticed Lucifer's approach the way that he usually did. He would have been by the bed already, prostrate and waiting for him. It was always a mistake not to be. This time, he was nowhere near the bed, wet from head to toe, his lips swollen from working on Eliot, and Lucifer picked up all those amusing facts even as Sam pushed his way sharply back to the other side of the pool.

The archangel came to stand over them both, arms folding over his chest, head tipped to one side.

"I had no idea you two were so friendly," Lucifer remarked. "My my, Eliot, what blue balls you have."