Hank hummed quietly. It was early on a Saturday morning, and everyone would be in bed.
A towel was draped over his shoulder and he was still in his bathrobe, heading to the showers. He entered the bathroom, setting his stuff down on the counter and looking at himself in the mirror. Blue and furry, like usual. Hank stopped.
"L-Logan, fuck. Harder. Fuck me. Damn it."
"Oh, god." Grunt, grunt.
"Oh, uh, fuck it, your dick... there... there..." a loud cry of joy.
Three more grunts and a happy sigh.
Hank walked quietly down the line of showers. Scott came out of one, naked and dripping. "Mornin', Hank."
Logan followed, "Hey, fuzzy."
He wrapped an arm around Scott, smacking his ass. Scott rolled his eyes, "You come for a shower?"
Hank nodded, "Figured I'd have the place to myself."
Scott nodded, "We could go, of course. We're done anyhow."
Logan chuckled, "Maybe he wants us to stay. His boners aching to get out."
Hank jumped, just realizing he was painfully hard. He blushed and fell silent, starring at the ground.
Scott came over to him, untying his robe and letting it drop, "We'll work on that." He shoved him into the shower and followed, Logan pulling the curtain closed.