A little of column A, a little of column B, I suppose.
[ He slips one hand underneath the back of Matt's shirt and splays it out over the warm line of his back, tracing the gentle dip, running fingers over the knobs of his spine in gentle, lazy circles. Any scars he encounters don't get any attention; he skims over them, unfazed. ]
Me too.
[ It's murmured into Matt's hair as he finally lets himself settle down enough to relax, letting his eyes close. While he'd been lucky enough not to have to share a room in the Garrison every year, there's something undeniably nicer about having someone else in the room with him, having another body to curl up against. For once, he sleeps all the way through to his alarm and when it sounds, he manages to get it at the first beep, thunking his hand against it solidly to turn it off.
Generally, when he wakes, he's up and out and there ten minutes early just in case. This time, he notes the time and how much of a buffer they have and then neatly folds himself up in and against Matt, spooning him with a sleepy yawn pressed into the nape of his neck, letting himself doze for a few extra minutes. ]
[ For Matt, it's a deep, dreamless sleep, the kind where all the exhaustion he's been avoiding catches up all at once, and it's almost a wonder the sound of the alarm even reaches him, brief as it was. He squeezes his eyes a little tighter, trying to resist the urge to open them, wanting to pretend he's still asleep for a little. Which is easy enough. His eyes are ridiculously heavy, and the shared warmth is so comfortable and relaxing he's not actually sure he could get up if he wanted to. But it's probably obvious that he's awake by the way he shifts when Shiro's breath hits his skin, and exhales, soft and content. ]
Maybe if we just stay here they won't actually miss us.
[ ... Well, that was stupid. The sound of his own voice wakes him up more than the alarm did, even though all he really wants is to fall back asleep like this. ]
UGHGHGHGH SORRY EVERYTHING HAS BEEN SO BUSY HOLIDAYS WHY
[ Between the military and the arena, he's learned how to go back to sleep when he needs to, but right now, he doesn't need to go back to sleep so much as he needs to make sure he doesn't. Besides, he's awake enough, he figures, despite how comfortable he is right now, and how Matt's weight in the bed is its own distraction. He can hear the way Matt's breathing changes, awake as well, so between the two of them, they ought to be able to get up without the danger of falling asleep without an alarm - he hopes. ]
Or they'll all come in here to figure out where we are.
[ Is this what parents on Christmas Eve feel like?
Shiro manages to slit his eyes open just a little and stares blankly at the ceiling a moment before giving up and closing them once more, yawning hugely. ]
I can buy you some time if you want to get some extra hours in. I know we didn't sleep much.
[ Now there's a mental image he can't help but laugh at—everyone bursting in on them sharing a bed. Him still in Shiro's shirt, hair disheveled from going to bed while it was still damp. There's no way they'd ever be able to play it off as anything platonic in their current position, either. ]
That'd go over well, huh? I guess if we're going to play 20 questions about our love life, I'd at least rather have clothes on.
[ That... felt weird to say. Should it be this hard to wrap his head around the idea that all this is actually happening? Maybe he's so tired nothing is processing the way it should. He ends up suppressing a yawn of his own. ]
I've gotten through worse. I just—you forget what a real bed feels like, sometimes. If I got anymore relaxed, you'd probably have to physically carry me out.
[ Which at this point, he wouldn't be entirely opposed to, really. Even with the commotion it'd probably cause. Or maybe because of the commotion it'd cause? ]
[ It's not exactly how he wants to start his morning, but he supposes it's a decently effective way at everyone finding out all at once. Better to get the twenty questions over with early in the day, or something. ]
Yeah, good point.
[ Excellent point, actually. He's not about to wander around in boxers and a tshirt around the rest of the team. Hell, even around Matt it took him a moment to get used to the idea of being that bare in front of anyone, let alone someone he hadn't seen in ages and was still figuring out. Shiro leans in after Matt's yawn and presses a lingering kiss to the corner of his lips, mostly because he can. That won't get old any time soon. ]
I know. Took me a while to get used to it, really. That, and the hot water at all times of day. I forgot how nice it was.
I don't know how I'm supposed to want to leave when you do things like that.
[ Joking, but there's also a grain of truth in there, because yeah, he could pretty much do this all day. Kind of wishes they time and less obligations to just stay here and be useless all day, but... Eventually. Someday. They'll figure something out somehow. ]
Seriously. I still don't get much access to either, sometimes. Covert ops can be pretty killer.
[ Not that he lives in squalor, but comfort? Not exactly a priority, or even a realistic goal, sometimes. So he'll take what he can when he can get it. ]
ten thousand apologies for belated response again etc
You got me. It's all part of my plan to keep you here in bed.
[ Shiro stretches out his legs and then grimaces when it's too far and one sock-clad foot slips from the barrier that the blankets provide. That's quickly fixed: Shiro's feet find Matt's and he tangles their legs together lazily. ]
Depending on what the state of the base is, maybe we could help. Ferry goods in, try to upgrade some of the tech. I know Pidge would be thrilled to get to spend more time with you.
[ And so, of course, would he. ]
i've pretty much lost track of what position they're in so sorry if this makes no sense lmao
Well, I guess I'm trapped now. You found my weakness.
[ Matt shifts slightly, pressing in a little closer so their foreheads are just barely touching. He gives a small, exhausted sigh, letting his eyes drift shut again. Honestly, he doesn't even remember the last time he had this little will to get up and be responsible.
Slowly, they open again, as he's half laughing. ]
Much as I appreciate the offer, you know you're starting to work in bed, right? Let's save it for a supply meeting.
[ A yawn interrupts him halfway through the statement, half-buried in Matt's hair only for him to withdraw and wrinkle his nose when it tickles, threatening to make him sneeze. Probably not a good idea when Matt's close like this, foreheads touching. At the mention of working, though, he groans quietly and closes his eyes, silently protesting the idea of work or not working, it's not really clear. ]
Is it too transparent if I say we'll save water if we both shower together?
[ Is that too much, is it not enough, he doesn't know, but he floats it all the same, lazily, giving him a chance to opt out. ]
[ That catches him a little off-guard; that wasn't really the question he was expecting. He doesn't even really need an actual shower as much as to just splash some water on his hair and comb it out, but... Yeah, he's interested. ]
I... couldn't exactly complain. It'll help us to get to know each other again, if nothing else.
[ They may have seen each other half a million times at the Garrison, but they've never been allowed to stop and admire the scenery, so to speak, until last night, which just made it clear how different they are now. The chance to get a little more familiar with them sounds... good. Really good. ]
It might turn out like last night, though.
[ Which is kind of like admitting he has poor self-restraint, but given their situation, it can't really be helped. ... Probably. ]
[ Get to know each other gets a noise that threatens to be a quiet laugh, mostly muffled, swallowed down. Yeah, that's one way to put it. If Matt doesn't agree, he's fine either way; it's an offer, but there's no expectation based around it. It isn't like they have time for anything fun and he doesn't know Matt well enough to promise an actual quickie. ]
You want to try and watch a movie in the shower and then fool around and go to sleep? That's...ambitious.
[ They do need to get up, though, much as he hates the idea of it. Slowly, he disentangles himself from Matt's warmth and pushes himself up, braced over top of him so he can steal a quick kiss, landing it on his chin. ]
I'll get the water started and you can join when you feel like prying yourself out of bed.
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[ Matt, on the other hand, is laughing pretty overtly. ]
Yeah, that's the plan. I wanted to try out the "just jerked off in your friend's shower because you couldn't keep it in your pants" version of the walk of shame, which I apparently invented.
[ He still can't believe he did that, so all he can do is power through it by making fun of himself. ]
[ Yeah, he figured given their mutual states, but hearing it confirmed - further confirmation that he was just as into what happened last night as Matt was, still sends heat flickering through him, curling tight in his belly. He won't let himself get distracted, though, so he rolls out of bed and is a decent enough guy to not upset all the sheets and leave Matt with a huge cold spot when he lifts them.
There's a hamper in the bathroom that he tosses everything into and he turns on the shower while he drags his knuckles over his chin, eyeing it. Once he's sure it's warm, he slides in and tilts his face to the spray, just standing there enjoying it for a few moments.
Distantly, there's a chime from the bathroom speakers, letting him know how much time is left before they have to be on the bridge; it's plenty of time, so he scrubs his hands over his face and lets himself take a few extra moments to lounge in there. ]
[ Turns out that it's actually pretty easy to force himself up once Shiro is gone, and he takes the opportunity to stretch out some to wake himself up. It's a little pathetic how much he instantly misses the contact, but that's what communication base assignments are always like—you come out a little desperate for people in general. Or maybe it's just from being out here for so long.
He strips down and lets himself slide into the shower, but contrary to his expectations, he's a lot more interested in just the hot water than anything else. Shutting his eyes sighing into it even though he's mostly just getting the backdraft from Shiro. It's still plenty relaxing, as far he's concerned. ]
[ Call it constant vigilance, or paranoia, or whatever else but it's only the fact that he's aware of Matt coming into the bathroom that keeps him from jerking when the door opens and Matt slides in. Distantly, he wonders if all of them will be like that when it's over, damn near jumping at shadows, but then Matt's there and he's not going to let himself get lost in his head. This is a good thing and he knows it.
Moving back, he grabs the shampoo and lets Matt have the lion's share of the hot water, skimming a damp hand down Matt's spine lazily only to start actually shampooing his hair. ]
[ If he sounds distracted, that's because he is, letting the water open up his senses and just zoning out, because it's one of the places where he actually can. That means he never sees Shiro reach out to touch him and flinches as his hand touches his skin, having to force himself to bite down any other reaction and relax into it. ]
.... Sorry. Not really used to being touched from behind being a good thing.
[ he turns his head back slightly to offer a sheepish smile. if there was any tension in him at all, it evaporates almost instantly at the hands in his hair, and he lets himself ease into the massaging motion. ]
[ He should've known better, but when Matt flinches, Shiro exhales quietly and murmurs an apology. ]
No, I understand. You'd think I'd be careful about the same things that set me off.
[ Gently, he digs his fingers into the damp, thick mess of hair in front of him and works from the roots to the top of Matt's hair, careful to make sure he doesn't spill soapy water into his eyes or ears. Once it's probably as lathered as it's going to get, Shiro squeezes Matt's shoulder. ]
[ The same things, huh? That's something he'll have to take note of for later, so he doesn't do the wrong thing. It seems so obvious given what they've been through, but it's not something he ever would have thought of. ]
We can work on it.
[ That's all they can really do. For now, he just lets his eyes slide closed, savoring in the soft motions in his scalp. He pulls his fingers through as he lets the lather run clean, and shuffles aside so that Shiro can have the share of the water again. He reaches to grab for a little container of body wash. ]
Here. I think you're a little tall for me to return the favor, but I can get your back.
[ They'll have time to work on it, Shiro reminds himself. They'll see each other again and they'll survive this war. It's not a promise either of them can make to the other, but Shiro's determined to see it through, despite how unlikely he knows it is.
Matt ducks under the spray and Shiro moves aside to let him swap spots, goosebumps vanishing as he goes from the cool air back into the heat. At the offer to wash his back, Shiro grins before he can stop himself and turns until they're facing each other, skimming his fingertips down Matt's bare arm. ]
I think this might be the first time in the universe that term has been used actually in reference to washing someone's back.
[ He'd been making a joke, but the raised hands make him pause, realizing that it could have been construed as making fun of Matt rather than just gently teasing over the term. ]
No, sorry, I-- normally, if someone offers to 'wash your back' it's like a...
[ Wait, is it not for some people? Shiro trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. Whenever he'd offered, it'd been a sort of joke, because it wasn't like him and his partner were going to get too much actual washing done. He's actually relatively certain this is the first time that he's ever showered with someone without doing anything else, though it's not that he's showered with a lot of folks, either. ]
Usually it's like a wink-wink kind of thing, you know? Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it.
[ Okay, that didn't go where he thought it was going. He's almost half-expecting the apology to turn into some kind of elaborate joke, and tries to nod seriously along with it, but somewhere along the way he realizes Shiro is actually apologizing for real, and that's when his expression cracks. He can't keep a straight face anymore. ]
Shiro? I'm going to need to need you to think about about what I just said. Very carefully.
[ Shiro stares for a moment and then pulls a face, half-embarrassed, half-amused at himself; better is when Matt's face cracks and Shiro is left laughing a little helplessly. ]
That was terrible, but it might be worse that I didn't get it at first.
[ God help him. Shiro flicks water at Matt to get him back and then backs up until his hair is soaked again, reaching for the shampoo, drizzling it into his palm. Once that's finished, he turns again to give Matt the spray, and his back. ]
Does everyone else know your sense of humor is terrible, or is that just for me?
Hey, it's fine. I don't let these things hold me back. [ he pauses. ] I'm done, I swear.
[ Ridiculous and terrible? Definitely yes. But he's having fun, so who cares? ]
It's pretty universally bad, [ at least he can admit it ] but I guess you're special. I usually only do that to my sister.
[ he shrugs slightly, and dispenses some soap into his palms, trying to keep the initial touch careful. He lets his hands slide over Shiro's skin, caressing soft circles of lather into his back. Before he quite knows what he's doing, he finds himself pressing his thumbs into to the soft flesh between Shiro's shoulder blades and spine, easing out whatever tension he can find. Maybe it's an excuse to keep touching him. After a minute, he brings hands up to give his shoulders a squeeze. ]
New rule: no bad jokes in the bedroom or bathroom until breakfast.
[ Hard to sound commanding when he's smiling like that and he's got Matt's hands sliding soapy and slick all over him, though, that's for sure. Shiro stays still and doesn't flinch when his hands move over the scars; he's just washing and it's not like Matt won't see them. They're both scarred up from what they've been through. It's nothing to be ashamed of, even if he has to remind himself of it sometimes.
Then, Matt starts digging his fingers in and Shiro barely holds back the low groan that starts in his chest and threatens to spill out. He rolls his shoulders in response to the squeeze and gently leans back into him. ]
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[ He slips one hand underneath the back of Matt's shirt and splays it out over the warm line of his back, tracing the gentle dip, running fingers over the knobs of his spine in gentle, lazy circles. Any scars he encounters don't get any attention; he skims over them, unfazed. ]
Me too.
[ It's murmured into Matt's hair as he finally lets himself settle down enough to relax, letting his eyes close. While he'd been lucky enough not to have to share a room in the Garrison every year, there's something undeniably nicer about having someone else in the room with him, having another body to curl up against. For once, he sleeps all the way through to his alarm and when it sounds, he manages to get it at the first beep, thunking his hand against it solidly to turn it off.
Generally, when he wakes, he's up and out and there ten minutes early just in case. This time, he notes the time and how much of a buffer they have and then neatly folds himself up in and against Matt, spooning him with a sleepy yawn pressed into the nape of his neck, letting himself doze for a few extra minutes. ]
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Maybe if we just stay here they won't actually miss us.
[ ... Well, that was stupid. The sound of his own voice wakes him up more than the alarm did, even though all he really wants is to fall back asleep like this. ]
UGHGHGHGH SORRY EVERYTHING HAS BEEN SO BUSY HOLIDAYS WHY
Or they'll all come in here to figure out where we are.
[ Is this what parents on Christmas Eve feel like?
Shiro manages to slit his eyes open just a little and stares blankly at the ceiling a moment before giving up and closing them once more, yawning hugely. ]
I can buy you some time if you want to get some extra hours in. I know we didn't sleep much.
I know this feel sobs
That'd go over well, huh? I guess if we're going to play 20 questions about our love life, I'd at least rather have clothes on.
[ That... felt weird to say. Should it be this hard to wrap his head around the idea that all this is actually happening? Maybe he's so tired nothing is processing the way it should. He ends up suppressing a yawn of his own. ]
I've gotten through worse. I just—you forget what a real bed feels like, sometimes. If I got anymore relaxed, you'd probably have to physically carry me out.
[ Which at this point, he wouldn't be entirely opposed to, really. Even with the commotion it'd probably cause. Or maybe because of the commotion it'd cause? ]
that's what i get for 3 thanksgivings
Yeah, good point.
[ Excellent point, actually. He's not about to wander around in boxers and a tshirt around the rest of the team. Hell, even around Matt it took him a moment to get used to the idea of being that bare in front of anyone, let alone someone he hadn't seen in ages and was still figuring out. Shiro leans in after Matt's yawn and presses a lingering kiss to the corner of his lips, mostly because he can. That won't get old any time soon. ]
I know. Took me a while to get used to it, really. That, and the hot water at all times of day. I forgot how nice it was.
that is a lot of thanksgiving omg
[ Joking, but there's also a grain of truth in there, because yeah, he could pretty much do this all day. Kind of wishes they time and less obligations to just stay here and be useless all day, but... Eventually. Someday. They'll figure something out somehow. ]
Seriously. I still don't get much access to either, sometimes. Covert ops can be pretty killer.
[ Not that he lives in squalor, but comfort? Not exactly a priority, or even a realistic goal, sometimes. So he'll take what he can when he can get it. ]
ten thousand apologies for belated response again etc
[ Shiro stretches out his legs and then grimaces when it's too far and one sock-clad foot slips from the barrier that the blankets provide. That's quickly fixed: Shiro's feet find Matt's and he tangles their legs together lazily. ]
Depending on what the state of the base is, maybe we could help. Ferry goods in, try to upgrade some of the tech. I know Pidge would be thrilled to get to spend more time with you.
[ And so, of course, would he. ]
i've pretty much lost track of what position they're in so sorry if this makes no sense lmao
[ Matt shifts slightly, pressing in a little closer so their foreheads are just barely touching. He gives a small, exhausted sigh, letting his eyes drift shut again. Honestly, he doesn't even remember the last time he had this little will to get up and be responsible.
Slowly, they open again, as he's half laughing. ]
Much as I appreciate the offer, you know you're starting to work in bed, right? Let's save it for a supply meeting.
SAME TBH SO I'M SORRY HAHA
[ A yawn interrupts him halfway through the statement, half-buried in Matt's hair only for him to withdraw and wrinkle his nose when it tickles, threatening to make him sneeze. Probably not a good idea when Matt's close like this, foreheads touching. At the mention of working, though, he groans quietly and closes his eyes, silently protesting the idea of work or not working, it's not really clear. ]
Is it too transparent if I say we'll save water if we both shower together?
[ Is that too much, is it not enough, he doesn't know, but he floats it all the same, lazily, giving him a chance to opt out. ]
twister: extreme edition or something
I... couldn't exactly complain. It'll help us to get to know each other again, if nothing else.
[ They may have seen each other half a million times at the Garrison, but they've never been allowed to stop and admire the scenery, so to speak, until last night, which just made it clear how different they are now. The chance to get a little more familiar with them sounds... good. Really good. ]
It might turn out like last night, though.
[ Which is kind of like admitting he has poor self-restraint, but given their situation, it can't really be helped. ... Probably. ]
rp twister, the game within the rp game
You want to try and watch a movie in the shower and then fool around and go to sleep? That's...ambitious.
[ They do need to get up, though, much as he hates the idea of it. Slowly, he disentangles himself from Matt's warmth and pushes himself up, braced over top of him so he can steal a quick kiss, landing it on his chin. ]
I'll get the water started and you can join when you feel like prying yourself out of bed.
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Yeah, that's the plan. I wanted to try out the "just jerked off in your friend's shower because you couldn't keep it in your pants" version of the walk of shame, which I apparently invented.
[ He still can't believe he did that, so all he can do is power through it by making fun of himself. ]
Sounds good. I'll see you in a minute.
buttstuff dlc, the dlc everyone wants
There's a hamper in the bathroom that he tosses everything into and he turns on the shower while he drags his knuckles over his chin, eyeing it. Once he's sure it's warm, he slides in and tilts his face to the spray, just standing there enjoying it for a few moments.
Distantly, there's a chime from the bathroom speakers, letting him know how much time is left before they have to be on the bridge; it's plenty of time, so he scrubs his hands over his face and lets himself take a few extra moments to lounge in there. ]
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He strips down and lets himself slide into the shower, but contrary to his expectations, he's a lot more interested in just the hot water than anything else. Shutting his eyes sighing into it even though he's mostly just getting the backdraft from Shiro. It's still plenty relaxing, as far he's concerned. ]
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[ Call it constant vigilance, or paranoia, or whatever else but it's only the fact that he's aware of Matt coming into the bathroom that keeps him from jerking when the door opens and Matt slides in. Distantly, he wonders if all of them will be like that when it's over, damn near jumping at shadows, but then Matt's there and he's not going to let himself get lost in his head. This is a good thing and he knows it.
Moving back, he grabs the shampoo and lets Matt have the lion's share of the hot water, skimming a damp hand down Matt's spine lazily only to start actually shampooing his hair. ]
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[ If he sounds distracted, that's because he is, letting the water open up his senses and just zoning out, because it's one of the places where he actually can. That means he never sees Shiro reach out to touch him and flinches as his hand touches his skin, having to force himself to bite down any other reaction and relax into it. ]
.... Sorry. Not really used to being touched from behind being a good thing.
[ he turns his head back slightly to offer a sheepish smile. if there was any tension in him at all, it evaporates almost instantly at the hands in his hair, and he lets himself ease into the massaging motion. ]
Man. That actually feels pretty awesome.
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No, I understand. You'd think I'd be careful about the same things that set me off.
[ Gently, he digs his fingers into the damp, thick mess of hair in front of him and works from the roots to the top of Matt's hair, careful to make sure he doesn't spill soapy water into his eyes or ears. Once it's probably as lathered as it's going to get, Shiro squeezes Matt's shoulder. ]
Good to rinse, I think.
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We can work on it.
[ That's all they can really do. For now, he just lets his eyes slide closed, savoring in the soft motions in his scalp. He pulls his fingers through as he lets the lather run clean, and shuffles aside so that Shiro can have the share of the water again. He reaches to grab for a little container of body wash. ]
Here. I think you're a little tall for me to return the favor, but I can get your back.
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[ They'll have time to work on it, Shiro reminds himself. They'll see each other again and they'll survive this war. It's not a promise either of them can make to the other, but Shiro's determined to see it through, despite how unlikely he knows it is.
Matt ducks under the spray and Shiro moves aside to let him swap spots, goosebumps vanishing as he goes from the cool air back into the heat. At the offer to wash his back, Shiro grins before he can stop himself and turns until they're facing each other, skimming his fingertips down Matt's bare arm. ]
I think this might be the first time in the universe that term has been used actually in reference to washing someone's back.
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What? It wasn't that weird. I thought it was just spine.
[ there's a pause where he half considers apologizing, but he's not actually sorry at all. ]
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No, sorry, I-- normally, if someone offers to 'wash your back' it's like a...
[ Wait, is it not for some people? Shiro trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. Whenever he'd offered, it'd been a sort of joke, because it wasn't like him and his partner were going to get too much actual washing done. He's actually relatively certain this is the first time that he's ever showered with someone without doing anything else, though it's not that he's showered with a lot of folks, either. ]
Usually it's like a wink-wink kind of thing, you know? Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it.
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Shiro? I'm going to need to need you to think about about what I just said. Very carefully.
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That was terrible, but it might be worse that I didn't get it at first.
[ God help him. Shiro flicks water at Matt to get him back and then backs up until his hair is soaked again, reaching for the shampoo, drizzling it into his palm. Once that's finished, he turns again to give Matt the spray, and his back. ]
Does everyone else know your sense of humor is terrible, or is that just for me?
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Hey, it's fine. I don't let these things hold me back. [ he pauses. ] I'm done, I swear.
[ Ridiculous and terrible? Definitely yes. But he's having fun, so who cares? ]
It's pretty universally bad, [ at least he can admit it ] but I guess you're special. I usually only do that to my sister.
[ he shrugs slightly, and dispenses some soap into his palms, trying to keep the initial touch careful. He lets his hands slide over Shiro's skin, caressing soft circles of lather into his back. Before he quite knows what he's doing, he finds himself pressing his thumbs into to the soft flesh between Shiro's shoulder blades and spine, easing out whatever tension he can find. Maybe it's an excuse to keep touching him. After a minute, he brings hands up to give his shoulders a squeeze. ]
Better?
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[ Hard to sound commanding when he's smiling like that and he's got Matt's hands sliding soapy and slick all over him, though, that's for sure. Shiro stays still and doesn't flinch when his hands move over the scars; he's just washing and it's not like Matt won't see them. They're both scarred up from what they've been through. It's nothing to be ashamed of, even if he has to remind himself of it sometimes.
Then, Matt starts digging his fingers in and Shiro barely holds back the low groan that starts in his chest and threatens to spill out. He rolls his shoulders in response to the squeeze and gently leans back into him. ]
Much. Switch? I'll do yours.
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