As Dean opened the bathroom door, steam coiled out into the clear air of his living room.

Still towelling his tawny hair, he wandered into his kitchen. He didn't bother covering himself up, Sammy had gone out and he had left the balcony shutters...

Or not. Thanks Sammy.

Dean stared down at the flat opposite his, two levels down from his balcony, a black-haired man was staring up at him, slightly horrified.

Dean had pretty good eyesight, so, even from this distance, he could appreciate the other man's looks. He was bi, no point in ignoring half the population when its fun no matter who you do it with, but he didn't go round proclaiming it from the rooftops.

But, God that guy was hot.

Dean realised he was still stark-naked as he stared down at the other man.

Slowly, he brought his hand down to cover his privates.

The man two levels down and across, raised his eyebrows and smiled, slightly suggestively.

He walked out of Dean's sight and left him staring like an idiot.

He walked to the side, intending to leave the kitchen (and possibly jerk himself off to that guys face) and walked face first into a wall.

Shit.