Cold Shower
His body glimmered and glistened as light rays refracted off the beads of water sliding down his well toned chest and over his firm abs. He brushed back his long, brown hair, shaking it dry and draping his towel around his tan neck.
Demyx couldn't help but stare at the beauty before him. His jaw was surely agape seeing that drool and dribbled down his chin, pooling in his mouth. With the back of his arm he hastily wiped it away in hope that the magnificence before him didn't notice.
"Did you want something, Demyx?"
"Huh?" Demyx jerked back, looking up into stormy gray eyes. "Oh! Uh, nothing, Squall." He replied quickly and chuckled nervously, a blush spreading to the tips of his ears.
"Hn," he grunted. "Like what you see?"
"Demyx almost didn't hear it. He blinked several times, then uttered, "What?"
Squall said nothing, pulling off his swim trunks and putting on a pair of boxers. Demyx looked away, the blush on his cheeks brightening. He peeked out of the corner of his eye, and watched silently; he couldn't keep his eyes off the other male. Squall continued to dress himself and finished, turning to Demyx in loose drawstring pants and a white muscle shirt. "Well, aren't you going to get dressed?"
Demyx looked down. "I think I need a cold shower."
The End!
Author's NOTE: For those innocent ones who don't know, guys take cold showers when they're a little happy. And if you don't know what THAT means, I feel sorry for you.
--ED