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A bored sigh escaped Adam’s soft lips as he waited for Ethan to finish showering. He lazily played with his phone, rubbing his fingers over the screen and examining the worn buttons. Crappy-a** phone. Sighing, he spun it on the linoleum floor, watching it come to rest against the base of the sink. Inhaling deeply Adam checked the air for the stench that Ethan had brought into his apartment. Slowly, ever so gradually, the musky scent that had followed Ethan seemed to disappear from the open bathroom. The mirror was framed by a ribbon of fog that slowly crept to the center of the glass pane. Adam looked up and, not wanting the woodwork to become damaged, quickly moved to turn the fan on. Ethan wouldn’t sneak out, right? After all, he was already wet and naked. With his index finger, Adam flicked the light switch up, only pulling back when he heard the click of the plastic level against the outlet. Adam pursed his lips as he turned to walk back to sitting down outside of the shower. The room was beginning to heat up, the air becoming moist and steamy. Silence cut through the air of the apartment, leaving nothing besides the splash of water in the shower to be heard. That change, however, when the fan started up and disturbed the deafening silence. The mist that seemed to hang in the room disappeared, the steam on the mirror leaking away into nothing. Adam’s eyes had been closed when he first pivoted, but they shot open when he felt a large, strong pair of hands grab him on either side of his shoulders, squeezing hard and jerking him forward.
“What the f-“ Adam hadn’t gotten a chance to finish his exclamation of surprise before Ethan dragged him into the shower, tossing him under the spray of water. Immediately Adam was annoyed because he was soon soaked from being exposed to the shower head. He shuddered involuntarily, the water chilling his body. Thank god his phone wasn’t in his pocket any longer. He would have been pissed if it had gotten ruined. He looked up with a sour expression on his face, but it melted away to surprise when he saw the look Ethan was giving him.

Ethan stared down at Adam, eyes hooded in a nonplussed, indifferent way. Water streamed off of his body, forming droplets on his face where it wasn’t under the spray of water. He towered over Adam, who was still sitting on the floor of the stall. Steadily built, Ethan looked gorgeous there in the dim lighting. Not that Adam completely thought so…
“Okay. What’s that look for?” Adam asked as he moved to stand.
“You drunk? Dammit. I knew I shouldn’t have let you start drinking today.” He groaned, bracing one hand against the shower wall. His clothed back met the cold tile when Ethan suddenly pushed Adam up against the wall. Hands on his biceps, fastening him securely to the wall, Ethan didn’t allow Adam to move. He shook his head, forcing a few wet locks of hair to be jarred out from in front of his face.
“You know Adam. I don’t know if I feel like being all soaped up for Susie.” He said, bringing his body close to Adam’s, ensuring that the other man wouldn’t be able to move.

Adam was wide eyed, surprised and confused at the situation. What the hell was going on?! He squirmed, trying to break free somewhat from the hold Ethan had him in but it was of no use. Despite having one of the most indignant personalities of anyone he knew Adam still felt a blush spread across his cheeks when Ethan’s body pressed against him. Though clothed, he could still feel the contours of the other male’s body being held against him. He could not tell why the blush was there, whether it was from embarrassment or from shame at kind of liking what was going on. Even if it was the latter case, Adam couldn’t find the strength within him to fight the man off.
“Why- uh. Why not, Ethan?” Adam asked, his voice shaking somewhat.

“I don’t care much for Susie but, I could stand being clean and shaven for you.” Ethan stated, leaning dangerously close to Adam. With that said he let up on the pressure to Adam’s shoulders, his fingers peeling away the lapels of the man’s jacket. Sliding his hands underneath Adam’s shirt and leaving them to rest against the man’s back, Ethan pulled Adam closer, leaving no space between them. Adam was tense, and that made Ethan smile a little. Adam was reluctant, but not so much as to fight him off and run away. Adam’s skin was soft and hot to the touch, the slight scruff of the bandaging around his chest somehow a turn on. Dipping his head down, Ethan captured Adam’s parted lips in his own, pressing the man back against the wall. His hands moved out from underneath Adam’s shirt, bracing up against either side of the man’s head as he continued to kiss him.

Adam was feeling uncomfortable with this entire situation yet he lacked the will power to just say ‘No’. Before he knew it he was being squished against the shower wall, Ethan pressing up against him. It was only then that Adam recognized the feel of something touching him rather intimately. Chapped, whiskey laced lips moved continuously against Adam’s own softer mouth. His eyes began to close, and he found himself giving in to the action. The two made a cocktail of breaths as their tongues entangled and lips mashed together.

It all ended too abruptly, Ethan stepping back to let Adam slid down the shower wall and fall on his a** on the floor. Looking up with a hurt puppy look, Adam’s expression just seemed to scream, ‘Why?’
“You needed a shower too. Tequila breath.” He said coldly before pushing open the shower door and stepping out, leaving Adam, bewildered, in the shower. Adam ran a hand over his stubble laden face, watching the pale backside of Ethan disappear from the room, the man’s steps leaving wet footprints on the carpeting as he left Adam, alone and cold, in the bathroom.