Ross sat on the worn couch, his legs splayed on top of Arin's lap. "Will you get your fucking legs off of me, Ross?" His friend grunted, and Ross rolled his blue eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
It was time to film an episode of Steam Train, and they got started playing some stupid game or whatever. But Arin was utterly distracted – He kept finding himself staring at Ross in a longing way, and he would look away quickly, his face reddening.
After the episode, Ross would get up, his face flushed for seemingly no reason at all. "I'm taking a bath, Arin, so don't come in the bathroom." Well, fuck, that wasn't subtle at all. Arin flushed a bright red, scowling. "Then go take your fucking bath, why would I go in there?"
As the Australian left the room with slight swagger in his step, Arin leaned on the couch, his heart beating fast. Why would Ross want him to know he was taking a bath? Fuck. He didn't get it. But his temptation grew and grew, and he covered his eyes with a groan and headed to the bathroom, scowling.
He could feel the steam of hot water hit his body as he entered the bathroom, his eyes still covered. "I told you not to come in here, Arin." He heard Ross's voice tease him, but something about his friend's tone told him Ross didn't mind at all.
"Shut up. I-I just need a rag." Arin grumbled, grabbing one off of one of the shelves in the tiled bathroom. As he went to exit, he could feel a wet hand grab his ankle, and he flushed even brighter. "Hey, um, Arin?" He heard Ross ask sheepishly.
"What?" He mumbled, and Ross gulped. "Could you hand me the shampoo?" Arin distractedly grabbed the apple-scented shampoo off the shelf and handed it to his friend, and suddenly, he could see Ross's face pressed up against his.
Lips pressed against his momentarily, and though surprised, Arin relished the feeling much to his own shock. He could feel the Aussie's hands guide Arin's shirt and pajama pants off his body, leaving him in his boxers. There was no sexual touching involved, none at all. Arin's eyes opened, taking in the form of the wet, nude Ross.
With a dramatic sigh, he climbed into the bath, Ross's head resting in his lap. Lucky he had his boxers on. He rubbed shampoo into his air, humming softly as Ross touched Arin's chest delightedly. "I love you, Arin." Ross sighed, closing his blue eyes.
Arin continued to wash Ross, humming softly. "I love you, too, Ross." He said solemnly, closing his brown eyes as well. This wasn't bad at all, because he really did love Ross.
Arin Hanson loved Ross O'Donovan.