[ 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. ]
[ Just to be a brat. Shiro may have been slightly his senior at the Garrison, but out here, not so much. It's something he can get away with now.
He lets his hands slide down Shiro's arms unable to resist leaning in to place a small kiss on the nape of his neck. Another thing he's allowed to do that would have been a seriously bad idea before, and one that he's more than willing to get used to.
He shifts back into the water, letting the spray warm him back up and offering Shiro access to his back. ]
[ He rolls his eyes so hard it's a wonder he doesn't gain the ability to see in to the back of his own head, but that two-word combo has an entirely different context now and it takes everything in him not to really think about that when they're showering.
The kiss is sweet and he finds that he's smiling to himself as he soaps his hands up and runs them over Matt's shoulders, traces fingers down the line of his spine and smooths soapy hands down the small of his back. He presses in at spots of tension, thumb and fingers digging into them as he soaps him up and when it's done, spreads his hands over Matt's belly and hooks his chin over his shoulder. A distant chime tells him they're about out of time, but still have plenty of room to get to the bridge. ]
Did you know that in some of the quarters, there are massive bathtubs?
[ He doesn't linger long in the hug; after a few moments he withdraws and finishes washing himself up, sweeping his hair back out of his eyes. ]
I'm gonna hop out, but you can stay in there for a while if you want to. I'll get you a fresh towel.
[ He lets out a heavy breath as Shiro's fingers press into his skin. The massage is nice enough on its own, but the added effect of the hot water makes it wonderful, in no exaggeration of the word. He didn't even realize he had any sore spots, but somehow Shiro manages to find all of them.
As it finishes he leans back into him, soaking in the warmth of the hug, and his stomach twinges in a small jolt anticipation at what he says. Yeah, he could go places with that. ]
Oh yeah? ... We might have to test one out sometime.
[ It sucks they can't take a little more time, but they both have things to do. They can't stay in here all day. ]
[ Shiro grabs a fresh towel for Matt, settling it on the counter within reach and steps in front of the mirror with his own wound around his waist. No shaving, then, but he brushes his teeth and grimaces a little at his hair. It's getting long again, and while there's no military standards to adhere to, he doesn't really know what to do with it.
Later, he tells himself and uses a smaller towel to start wringing out some of the moisture, fingering the edges. It'd been so long when they rescued him from the ship - both his facial hair, and his normal hair. He hadn't ever grown it out so he hadn't considered the length to be strange, but seeing Matt's, it makes him wonder, makes his stomach twist uncomfortably as he's confronted with the idea that something's off. ]
[ Matt steps out and towels himself off, ending up tossing the towel around his shoulders instead of covering up again—what's the point? ]
Hey, did I tell you I'm going to be gone for a couple days after this? They need a pair of extra hands for a supply mission.
[ Probably worth mentioning if they're going to be doing this. He settles in next to Shiro in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his hair and sweeping it back so it doesn't turn into a tangled mess. It'll fall back around his face as it dries. ]
Slower than average, probably? I honestly haven't cut it all in the past year, except my bangs when they start bothering me. [ he glances to Shiro in curiosity. ] Thinking out growing yours out or something?
[ It is longer than he remembers already, but it's not something he'd think anything of. ]
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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.
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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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[ Just to be a brat. Shiro may have been slightly his senior at the Garrison, but out here, not so much. It's something he can get away with now.
He lets his hands slide down Shiro's arms unable to resist leaning in to place a small kiss on the nape of his neck. Another thing he's allowed to do that would have been a seriously bad idea before, and one that he's more than willing to get used to.
He shifts back into the water, letting the spray warm him back up and offering Shiro access to his back. ]
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The kiss is sweet and he finds that he's smiling to himself as he soaps his hands up and runs them over Matt's shoulders, traces fingers down the line of his spine and smooths soapy hands down the small of his back. He presses in at spots of tension, thumb and fingers digging into them as he soaps him up and when it's done, spreads his hands over Matt's belly and hooks his chin over his shoulder. A distant chime tells him they're about out of time, but still have plenty of room to get to the bridge. ]
Did you know that in some of the quarters, there are massive bathtubs?
[ He doesn't linger long in the hug; after a few moments he withdraws and finishes washing himself up, sweeping his hair back out of his eyes. ]
I'm gonna hop out, but you can stay in there for a while if you want to. I'll get you a fresh towel.
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As it finishes he leans back into him, soaking in the warmth of the hug, and his stomach twinges in a small jolt anticipation at what he says. Yeah, he could go places with that. ]
Oh yeah? ... We might have to test one out sometime.
[ It sucks they can't take a little more time, but they both have things to do. They can't stay in here all day. ]
Yeah. I'll be out in a minute.
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[ Shiro grabs a fresh towel for Matt, settling it on the counter within reach and steps in front of the mirror with his own wound around his waist. No shaving, then, but he brushes his teeth and grimaces a little at his hair. It's getting long again, and while there's no military standards to adhere to, he doesn't really know what to do with it.
Later, he tells himself and uses a smaller towel to start wringing out some of the moisture, fingering the edges. It'd been so long when they rescued him from the ship - both his facial hair, and his normal hair. He hadn't ever grown it out so he hadn't considered the length to be strange, but seeing Matt's, it makes him wonder, makes his stomach twist uncomfortably as he's confronted with the idea that something's off. ]
...Hey, Matt? How fast does your hair grow?
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Hey, did I tell you I'm going to be gone for a couple days after this? They need a pair of extra hands for a supply mission.
[ Probably worth mentioning if they're going to be doing this. He settles in next to Shiro in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his hair and sweeping it back so it doesn't turn into a tangled mess. It'll fall back around his face as it dries. ]
Slower than average, probably? I honestly haven't cut it all in the past year, except my bangs when they start bothering me. [ he glances to Shiro in curiosity. ] Thinking out growing yours out or something?
[ It is longer than he remembers already, but it's not something he'd think anything of. ]