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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:13 pm
Ryan shot Dakota a look. "Hey! Don't lump every moon in with you, you perv." Course, Ryan wasn't really a moon at the moment, but still.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:14 pm
Lex hadn't uttered a word, simply trying to make sure he wasn't noticed because oh my god this was awful why this why him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:15 pm
Kostya's jaw clicked shut.
And then he burst into tears.
He did not want to accept this. He didn't want this at all. He'd only wanted to leave, and now it was worse, because Dakota was a fit young man and it was terrible. And now, far too much of them were touching.
"Я не хочу, чтобы принять эту!"
Reaching backwards, Kostya tried to pry Dakota's hands off of his behind, and froze as he accidentally went forward, and promptly gave up and put his hands on the tile instead, using THAT to push himself away from Dakota. He had to get away.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:15 pm
Harrison obliged him with the bottle.
"Uh, yep," he agreed, warily, "..." He wasn't sure if he should be watching this. He was a soon-to-be-married man. And Jordan wasn't here. "Getting- clean at least."
Harrison looked very resolutely at the tile.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:17 pm
Deryk was starting to get a little chilly on the ground there. It was enough to cause him to stir. Groggily, he lifted his head up.. only to see Kostya and Dakota.
He blacked out again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:19 pm
This was just too much for Kat. Too much.
Kat totally saw you btw, Lex. Totally saw.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:21 pm
Rep rubbed lathery circles with his thumbs in Harrison's hair, paying a bit of attention to his rat tail. "I dunno how clean I feel with all this s**t going on around me okay." he offered huffily "And not the good sort of dirty either."
He traced the tattoo on the back of Harrison's neck with the slightest frown before remembering where he was and getting back to what he was doing, giving Kostya and Dakota a look.
"Do you two want some ******** pointers?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:22 pm
Melvin had been washing his hair and keeping the pair in the corner of his eye as they moved about, waiting for the shampoo to complete the picture, when he saw someone from the corner of his vision and looked over to see Leon just suds-ing himself up next to him.
Startled and wondered if his trick with the shampoo had been caught, he stepped back and hit the knob of the shower right on his spine. Wincing, he looked wide-eyed at the man who was casually just running soap all over his body. All over his body. Down the slope of his shoulders, the dip of a collar bone, the biceps and pectorals till the gravity of water sent the fluff, white mounds of soap down..
He snapped his eyes up to Leon's eyes only - well, more like dead center at the bridge of his nose and fumbled to find the knob behind him to turn the water back cold. Too bad his own hands were full of shampoo and too slippery to turn it.
"Yeah. Never a dull moment." He managed, his voice slightly high pitched.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:24 pm
Dakota SHOULD feel horrible that Kostya was crying. But it was just another interperatation that Kostya was feeling that bro love. IT WAS A POWERFUL THING KOSTYA.
"It'll take some time to get use to, but seeing as you're in the moon division, we'll take GOOD care of you." He patted the man's bottom on more timebefore gently sliding from under the man's arms. "Now, I really need to shower. And to shave. My 5'oclock is starting to itch."
And like that, Your guys free show was over. Next time Dakota was going to charge. Returning to his shower, he turned it to hot again and slathered shampoo on his hands...Somewhere he'd pick up soap from the running water so...that was taken care off.
Also somewhere along the way, he was thinking of certain females. His one track mind had taken over anyways.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:26 pm
Kostya fled into the hall with a towel.
It would be the last anyone would see of him in a public shower for...probably forever.
HE IS SO SORRY, EVERYONE. SO SORRY.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:51 pm
The concentration that Leon had on his cleansing was enough to keep his mind occupied. There were no strange humping going on in the background. nope. Leon was just going to keep telling himself that as Kostya began to cry. He almost pitied him, the gentle soul. 'Yeah, pretty much." Leon agreed with Melvin without much thought.
The soap ran off in waves of foamy white as body part after body part from the head down was cleaned.
"Careful, they don't use anti slip things on the floor Melvin." Leon chided as he went back to cleaning his legs and feet, with the help of a little stool that he kept with the shower caddy and prevented him from keeping his hind far up in the air and instead in a seat.
You could never be too careful in a shower that was full of guys.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:59 pm
Melvin looked as Leon just set his leg up on the stool he had provided, not only showing he was prepared, but also that he was willing to really pay attention and get very clean. Trying to work the shower knob had been less and less a priority as just turning towards the shower wall was moving higher on the list.
"Yeeaahh.. Wouldn't want to.......fall or something." That would be a real shame. His eyes glanced back to where the two moons had been showing their bro love a moment ago and then back to Leon.
Melvin continued to lather his own hair, working slowly, watching Leon as discreetly as he could. "How often would you say people slip here, if you had to guess?" You know, in case the world blessed him with a rouge soap bar and that stool tested it's warranty by breaking.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:06 am
Jerry had found his loofah, and stood under the corner nozzle in a spray of hot water and furious scrubbing.
He was very glad he couldn't see a thing with his glasses hanging above the shower head.
Even so, he still couldn't shake his haunted expression.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:23 am
"Hell if I know." The life trainee mumbled, engrossed in the act of scrubbing his foot. The callused pads had always been tough to deal with. The pumice stone was well worn and used with great care. "I don't want to be the one who's head cracks open from a slip and fall in the bathroom." he stated quickly.
It would have been a less than graceful death, no even in the throws of battle, just by a careless action. With the bottom of his soles up to his standards the stone was tossed back into the basket and there was the last few parts to be cleaned.
Male hygiene
While it sucked to have to clean himself in a semi public setting, he wasn't going to risk and health problems because of it.
The little washcloth had a mild soap and heavy with water as it traveled below his waist. "We need a TV in here, with sports." he mentioned off hand.
If anything to just try and derail the fact that there was a life hunter just checking and cleaning his junk.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:28 am
Melvin's hand shot out and nearly knocked over his entire shampoo caddy. Instead, he grabbed it in time, nearly dropped all the bottles as he steadied it, and breathed. Carefully putting it back, he turned the knob to the shower to cold again, and poured the contents of one of the bottles into his palm. ******** if he knew what it was at this point, he just needed to do something with his hands.
"Yeah." He squeaked, lathering his hair with what turned out to be conditioner before he had even rinsed out the shampoo. "Ya know. To give us something to watch."
Don't watch. Don't watch. Glance. Don't watch now. Don't watch.
He was now looking at one of the shower rings, feeling the cold water act like little needles on his skin. "Are you into sports?" Yeah. Sports. The ultimate guy comfort zone. Sports.
He kept himself from asking How bout them Yankees?
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