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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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. ]