They soaped each other up and rinsed off in the shower. When they finally turned off the water, Vic wrapped his towel around Matt’s shoulders. As Vic rubbed his lover’s arms, Matt used the ends of the same towel to dry Vic. Before long they were laughing at themselves, hands tickling over damp skin, fingers curving into tender places, lips kissing any and everywhere. At one point, Matt nuzzled up against Vic’s chest, the towel again wrapped around him, and sighed. “You’re going to be late for work.”
“I’ll call in,” Vic teased. “Tell them I’m busy.”
“But I’ve got to get to work, too,” Matt reminded him. “Technically, I’m getting paid to do this, and somehow I doubt HR will like that much.”
Reluctantly, Vic agreed. He followed Matt into the locker room, where he grabbed a second towel and
