"I suggest you stay out of my way for the rest of the night," Kristoph leered from the doorway, pointing an accusatory finger at Daryan. "And you," he turned to his brother, "behave yourself." Klavier grinned sheepishly.
"That was a cruel dare, dude," Daryan laughed, relieved that Kristoph had left with only a warning.
"Ja," Klavier agreed, waving a dismissive hand, "but you can't tell me you minded doing it." Daryan smiled crookedly, gritting his teeth. "So, what did you think?" Daryan blinked, acted like he had no idea what Klavier was talking about. "How about it?" Klavier purred.
"Wh-what," Daryan stuttered, still playing dumb. Like he was about to admit how fucking sexy Kristoph was -- his gorgeous blond hair wet and unruly, water splashing down his toned chest and long legs... Daryan shifted in his sleeping bag uncomfortably. Klavier rested a firm hand on his right knee, and shook it.
"Did you get a good look?" he whispered, hotly, leaning close to his friend. Daryan gulped. "Did you want to get a better one?"
"What's with you?" Daryan asked, scooting away. He had no intentions of letting Klavier know how turned on he was thinking about this. Fucking hormones. However, Klavier had no intentions of letting him get away. Something had gotten into him -- maybe it was the Jagermeister they had downed earlier, maybe it was some sort of sick excitement at having his best friend peer at his naked brother in the shower -- but whatever it was, he wasn't letting this go to rest.
"Kristoph and I look a lot alike, you know?" Klavier smiled, his face practically touching Daryan's now. "If you wanted to get a better look, you could always look at me."
"You crazy bastard," Daryan mumbled. "You're wasted, aren't you?"
"No way," Klavier shook his head, shedding his jacket. Apparently he had made a decision for Daryan, who was taking too long for his tastes. "I just can't take you looking at him anymore; I want you to look at me." Daryan stared, and momentarily wondered if he was dreaming, redfaced and burning with desire for his friend that he had tried to deny was there for so, so long.
Klavier slowly unbuttoned his shirt, teasing Daryan. ("You watching?" "I'm watching, I'm watching." "What do you think?" "You're fucking hot as hell. Don't stop now.") Once his striptease was over with, Klavier began undressing Daryan, pulling his shirt over his head, unzipping his sleeping bag enough to get at his pants, and working as quickly as he could.
"The door is open," Daryan suddenly realized. "What if Kristoph sees us?"
"I want him to see us," said, giving him a naughty wink.