Not a reflection in the mirror from either man.
Because the bathroom mirror was fogged over.
Warm water and pleasant scented soap made for a decent bath but a steamy shower with your man's arms around you won for first place blue ribbon champion.
Even if he tended to be his typical grouchy self at your curiousity and excitement.
'Hey what's this?' Heath gave a once over at the square insert on the wall and its row of buttons to press.
'A button.' Wade grumbled. 'DON'T touch them.'
'I wanna seeeeeee.'
'Stop-'
Colored lights flashed and faint music played, grew louder.
A confused then amused head tilt. 'Oh no...no WAY!'
'I told you not-' Wade was interrupted once more.
'Holy swiss cheese, you LISTEN to your own original entrance music while taking a shower?!'
'Stop laughing! I do HERE yes, and besides its not yours to mock. I worked for that music.'
'Yeah it took them what five years to give you any?'
'A decade at least.'
'You have an ego bigger than-'
'Your mind.' Wade said, now pleased to be the one causing interruption.
'what about this button?'
'Hands off! It's-'
A mass of foamy bubbles hit right right in the face.
He rinsed quickly beneath the spray and scowled.
'When I spoke earlier of wanting to be soaked soap wasn't part of the plan.'
'You planned?'
'Ergh. I wish you had an off switch.'
'Hey feel around, who knows what you'll find.'
'I'll do exactly that.'
The waterfall eased off to a trickle.
body to body, the smaller picked up and carried to bed.
Seth kept looking perturbed, Dean kept enjoying Seth's being irritated and Roman kept swatting braid tying hands of Leo's out of his hair.
'No dreads!' Roman warned his lover.
'Afro-fro?'
'Only on every other holiday.'
'Ohhhh.' Leo glanced around the arena with huge owl eyes. 'Romance novel cover needs a football!' he yelped and scurried backstage.
'No I- Leo get back here...stop!' roman sighed and stood, cracked his back in the stretch. 'I'd better retrieve him.'
'Freak.' Seth grumbled. 'Novel cover?'
'He thinks I look better than those guys on the book covers.'
'Well.' Dean pointed out. 'You DO.'
Seth grunted but nodded. 'Yeah but he's still...'
'A freak. Thanks for reminding me.'
Dean observed the retreat with a contented twisted quirky small grin.
Seth glared at him.
'What? WHAT?!'
'No Austin here.'
'Yeah so?'
Dean tackled Seth, leaped in his lap, wrestled him down until they were both rolling in a tumble down the long set of stairs they walked so many Monday nights.
Bumped to a stop at the ring side.
'Alone time.' Dean grinned above Seth, dripping his sweat down on his lover.
'Seth wrestled and fought until HE was on top and HE was now smirking in delight.
'Damn right it is.'
Found a area of exposed skin.
And drew blood.
Around them explosions shook the building.
Inside them lust and crazed love shook them with their own personal explosions to the bone.
