brainofck

He pulled back the curtain to grab a towel from the stack on the back of the toilet.

And there was Sean, standing in the open doorway.

Viggo suppressed a yelp of surprise and resisted the urge to cover his nakedness with the shower curtain. Sean chose to stand there. It was his own fault if he got an eyeful.

"Is there some way I can help you?" he asked, stepping out into the tiny bathroom and bending over to towel down his legs.

"Yeah," said Sean. Viggo smirked to himself. The man sounded a bit shaky. He stood up again, drawing the towel up his torso and then quite deliberately toweling off his hair. It was practically a lap dance. Sean was hardly an arm's length away across the miniscule enclosure. He ran his tongue over his lower lip.

But rather than back off, Sean called his bluff. As if making a sudden decision, he stepped away from the door frame and in one fluid movement, pulled his t-shirt over his head. He shucked his jeans and boxers together, and suddenly, Viggo wasn't the only naked person in the room.