"Class trips are so exciting, dane!" Shinya felt the need to proclaim this fact to the world as he walked from the changing room out into the hot springs proper. Well, it wasn't as if Atsushi disagreed with him, drawing up next to his friend. Senior class trips were something to be looked forward to for the entirety of one's school career. And trips to hot springs? Well, it hardly got better than that.
"Better wash up, dane!" Shinya walked over to one of the low stools specifically for that purpose, plopped himself down, removed his towel, and reached for the soap. Atsushi sat down next to him, blushing. He couldn't explain why he was blushing, exactly. So Shinya had taken off his towel; they were both boys, they had the same basic anatomy. Still, he couldn't help the flush creeping into his cheeks. He dumped a bucket of cold water over his head. Much better. Shinya grinned at him.
"It's cold, dane?"
"Really cold." Atsushi smiled back. He grabbed his own soap and a washcloth and started to wash himself off. He had only been at it for about a minute before Shinya poked him in the shoulder.
"Hey, 'Tsushi? Could you wash my back, dane?"
There it was, that persistent flush, creeping back into his face. Atsushi wished it wouldn't. It had been an innocent request. He nodded, slowly, and accepted Shinya's washcloth. He scrubbed in slowly widening circles, applying just a hint of pressure with the heel of his hand.
"That feels good, dane! Where'd you learn to do it like that, dane?" Shinya asked, his eyes closed in contentment.
"Learn to— I didn't really learn it anywhere, I guess. That's just the way I've always done it." Atsushi's face was getting redder by the second. "There, you're done."
"You want me to do you, dane?"
It was an innocent request, Atsushi reminded himself, an innocent request. "Er, yes. Please." Atsushi sat back down on his stool and handed Shinya his washcloth. The other boy's hands were a bit clumsy, but he knew how to knead in with his palm, and the terrycloth felt wonderful on Atsushi's skin. He allowed his mind to wander for a moment, until Shinya's voice called it back again.
"Hey, 'Tsushi?"
"Hm?" Atsushi turned to face his friend, and suddenly felt warm, slightly chapped lips brushing against his own. His eyes widened. "Wha— what're you doing?"
"I– ah– don't know, dane." Shinya was the one blushing furiously now. "Are you upset, dane?"
Atsushi considered. He didn't feel upset. He felt— well, he felt naked. Stark, dripping naked. But behind that— and far more pleasant than that— he felt sort of tingly, giddy, and happy. Sort of, he suspected, how one should feel, after their first kiss with someone they liked. "No, I'm not upset. Just… shocked, is all." He turned back around.
"Oh." Shinya sounded disappointed. "I'm sorry. Dane."
"Er, Shinya?" Atsushi turned around again and softly returned the kiss. "Don't be."