*Writing to Irresponsible Captain Tylor:when the ship returns to port*
Jonathan just satared at Akio intently for a moment. Could he really trust this man...in the shower? Akio was looking at him curiously. It was the kind of look you get from a puppy right before you give him a treat. Finally, Jonathan just sighed and turned to get everything ready. He spread towels over the top of the shower, made sure everything that was supposed to be in there was still in there. Found a leggy insect that definitely was NOT supposed to be in there. Skished it. Flushed it. He eventually got around to turning the water on and left it to warm up. It was at this point and time that he turned to Akio who was standing there with his shirt open. Just for the heck of it.
"All right." Jonathan said, giving Akio a stern look. "Just remember that this is strictly for the purpose of being clean. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Good." Jonathan turned away and lifted his shirt off over his head. They both continued to undress and when they finished, they stepped into the shower bay.
"Gyahh!" Akio cried at the feel of the water. "It's cold! I thought you said it was 'warming up'. This is anything but warm."
"If you don't like it you can sit the hell over there." Jonathan answered, apparently enjoying the frigidness.
Akio decided to tough it out by just getting used to the water. Also, Jonathan provided a nice view. Akio found himself sizing up the man. At first glance, he would have been undoubtedly impressed. Jonathan was tall, slender, and waves of muscle and sinew cascaded across his body, perfectly toned. He was fairly dark-skinned, but not as dark as Akio himself. And those eyes. Jonathan had eyes that pierced through whatever he was looking at. Akio flinched as the Phoenix turned to catch him staring at him. The pretty picture was dashed the second the man opened his mouth.
"Akio, please. Get your eyes the Hell off my ass. Can't you think about ANYTHING else?"
Akio rolled his eyes and turned to clean himself up. He hadn't been this dirty in, like, forever. He paid less attention to the other man as he relished in the feeling of being naked, but did catch himself glancing a few times at several large scars streaking over his companion's body. Sharp glares from Jonathan's cold emerald eyes put a stop to that, though.
Nearly twenty minutes of harsh scrubbing later, Jonathan stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel loosely around his waist. He walked out into the general room, then turned to find Akio dry and fully dressed. He blinked twice, "How the hell did you do THAT?"
"It's a special talent of mine," Akio boasted, "I can change clothes instantaneously. Isn't that fun!?"
"Yah, it's great, Akio." Jonathan answered, absorbing himself in the task of sorting through his mail. Akio had to take another moment and stare. Wisps of wet hair fell into Jonathan's face like streaks of dark blood. His hands were occupied and that left the towel to hang rather low on the man's hips, showing off a gorgeous curve where his pelvic bone jetted out from his side. Akio shook his head and wiped at a globby of drool that had somehow found its way out of his mouth.
Jonathan tossed the pile of mail back on a table and walked off to a closet to get dressed. He yanked on a pair of baggy silk pants and a sleeveless jacket that he left half-zipped. He turned to Akio, looking somewhat softer.
"Aren't you going to do something with your hair?"Akio asked him.
Jonathan looked somewhat surprised. "Um....no."
"You're not even going to BRUSH it?"
"It looks fine doing it this way."
"But it would look BETTER if you did stuff to it."
"Akio, dammit, you're not the boss yet. Let me do things my way until we're locked in your observatory. Then you can tell me what to do with my hair, ok?"
"Fine, then." Akio flung his shirt open and flopped down on the bed. Jonathan sat down as well. They both lay back on the pillows and crossed their arms behind their heads. Jonathan looked at Akio. Akio looked at Jonathan.
"Ah, shit." Jon rolled over and burried his head in a pillow. "We have to freaking SLEEP together, too, don't we?"
"That's affirmative."
"I hate you."
*ok, I promise more action next time. Don't think I'm getting rusty. I was just thinking of Jon naked and nearly fainted about 7 times. **drool** Nah! right! let's go!*
Jonathan just satared at Akio intently for a moment. Could he really trust this man...in the shower? Akio was looking at him curiously. It was the kind of look you get from a puppy right before you give him a treat. Finally, Jonathan just sighed and turned to get everything ready. He spread towels over the top of the shower, made sure everything that was supposed to be in there was still in there. Found a leggy insect that definitely was NOT supposed to be in there. Skished it. Flushed it. He eventually got around to turning the water on and left it to warm up. It was at this point and time that he turned to Akio who was standing there with his shirt open. Just for the heck of it.
"All right." Jonathan said, giving Akio a stern look. "Just remember that this is strictly for the purpose of being clean. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Good." Jonathan turned away and lifted his shirt off over his head. They both continued to undress and when they finished, they stepped into the shower bay.
"Gyahh!" Akio cried at the feel of the water. "It's cold! I thought you said it was 'warming up'. This is anything but warm."
"If you don't like it you can sit the hell over there." Jonathan answered, apparently enjoying the frigidness.
Akio decided to tough it out by just getting used to the water. Also, Jonathan provided a nice view. Akio found himself sizing up the man. At first glance, he would have been undoubtedly impressed. Jonathan was tall, slender, and waves of muscle and sinew cascaded across his body, perfectly toned. He was fairly dark-skinned, but not as dark as Akio himself. And those eyes. Jonathan had eyes that pierced through whatever he was looking at. Akio flinched as the Phoenix turned to catch him staring at him. The pretty picture was dashed the second the man opened his mouth.
"Akio, please. Get your eyes the Hell off my ass. Can't you think about ANYTHING else?"
Akio rolled his eyes and turned to clean himself up. He hadn't been this dirty in, like, forever. He paid less attention to the other man as he relished in the feeling of being naked, but did catch himself glancing a few times at several large scars streaking over his companion's body. Sharp glares from Jonathan's cold emerald eyes put a stop to that, though.
Nearly twenty minutes of harsh scrubbing later, Jonathan stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel loosely around his waist. He walked out into the general room, then turned to find Akio dry and fully dressed. He blinked twice, "How the hell did you do THAT?"
"It's a special talent of mine," Akio boasted, "I can change clothes instantaneously. Isn't that fun!?"
"Yah, it's great, Akio." Jonathan answered, absorbing himself in the task of sorting through his mail. Akio had to take another moment and stare. Wisps of wet hair fell into Jonathan's face like streaks of dark blood. His hands were occupied and that left the towel to hang rather low on the man's hips, showing off a gorgeous curve where his pelvic bone jetted out from his side. Akio shook his head and wiped at a globby of drool that had somehow found its way out of his mouth.
Jonathan tossed the pile of mail back on a table and walked off to a closet to get dressed. He yanked on a pair of baggy silk pants and a sleeveless jacket that he left half-zipped. He turned to Akio, looking somewhat softer.
"Aren't you going to do something with your hair?"Akio asked him.
Jonathan looked somewhat surprised. "Um....no."
"You're not even going to BRUSH it?"
"It looks fine doing it this way."
"But it would look BETTER if you did stuff to it."
"Akio, dammit, you're not the boss yet. Let me do things my way until we're locked in your observatory. Then you can tell me what to do with my hair, ok?"
"Fine, then." Akio flung his shirt open and flopped down on the bed. Jonathan sat down as well. They both lay back on the pillows and crossed their arms behind their heads. Jonathan looked at Akio. Akio looked at Jonathan.
"Ah, shit." Jon rolled over and burried his head in a pillow. "We have to freaking SLEEP together, too, don't we?"
"That's affirmative."
"I hate you."
*ok, I promise more action next time. Don't think I'm getting rusty. I was just thinking of Jon naked and nearly fainted about 7 times. **drool** Nah! right! let's go!*
