Page 10 of A Dragon's Miracle (Fires of Fate)
“Wonder why.”
Finn patted my back. “Don't be that way. We'll have fun, trust me.”
“Okay, okay.”
Although I still had my doubts, we went inside. An old dragon sat at the counter in the front room and handed us some towels, soap and shampoo. “Men go that way.” He pointed to the right. “Wash yourself before entering the spring. And no dirty business in there.”
Finn shot him a grin. “Oh, we would never.” Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me along to the changing room. It occurred to me only then that we were going to be bathing together. Naked.
Crap.
What was Finn planning? Was this still an innocent outing between friends or were we moving into dangerous territory? Was I thinking too much?
Finn, at least, seemed to be doing no thinking at all. He dropped his clothes as soon as we'd closed the door to the changing room behind ourselves. It was like he couldn't wait to get naked. Then again, he had nothing to be ashamed of. He'd also probably visited hot springs a few times before and was used to it. Maybe this meant nothing to him. Yes, that had to be it.
And I had to turn away from him before I got caught staring. Ripping my eyes off Finn wasn't an easy thing to do--dear lord thoseabs--but I managed. I was just lucky that he'd wrapped a towel around his waist or I would have been completely lost.
Turning away from my friend, I slowly started taking off my own clothes. I thought I felt Finn's gaze on my back, but to make sure, I would have had to face him again, and that wasn't a good idea right then, so I simply kept my head down and kept undressing. No reason to be shy, right?
Oh God, why had I let Finn drag me here?
“I'll be up ahead and start washing myself,” Finn said, as if to release me from my torture.
“Okay,” I called after him. Then I took the last pieces of my clothing off and wrapped a towel around my waist in the same way Finn had done.
Taking the soap and the shampoo in hand, I followed out of the changing room and into a tiled area that had mirrors, faucets and shower heads installed low on the walls. A small stool and a bucket were placed in front of each mirror. Finn had chosen one near the back, where he was already getting his dark hair wet. The towel he'd been wearing lay discarded on a high shelf. I realized that he'd taken it off so it wouldn't get hit by the water, but that moment, all that mattered to me was the unobscured sight of Finn in front of me, completely naked and half-wet.
My mouth fell open and something in my brain short-circuited. He was just that damn gorgeous. And I was very very glad for the towel around my hips hiding the boner I was getting as my friend turned to look at me.
“Don't just stand there!” he called out. “Wash up!”
Right. I couldn't just stand here and look stupid, I had to do something. The question was though, which stool to choose. The one next to Finn? The decision seemed logical, but... I'd be sitting right next to a naked Finn, and I wasn't sure how much I trusted myself with that situation.
Still, sitting elsewhere would have made me seem ridiculously shy or even unfriendly.
In the end I settled on a compromise and left one empty space between us, telling myself I did this to respect his privacy. Finn didn't comment on my choice as I started the water and got myself wet.
I was just rinsing shampoo out of my hair a few minutes later when Finn spoke up again.
“Hey, Ryan?”
“Yeah?” I asked, still keeping my eyes off him as well as I could.
“Could you get my back?”
Could I what? I turned to look at him. Big mistake. He'd put the shower head away, his hands grasped the stool he sat on, and I had a completely unobstructed view of his groin. And I stared. And stared some more.
“Ryan?”
I blinked. He'd asked a question, hadn't he? I couldn't remember what he'd wanted, though. All I could think about was his cock, and what it might feel like inside of me.
Amazing, probably. I was sure that Finn was a gentle lover. Someone who would take his time with me.
God, I wanted that so bad.
Finn stood and I realized that I still hadn't responded to his questions. “I guess it's fine,” he said with a smile. Only then did it occur to me that Finn wasn't the only one in the room who was naked, and while I'd had a good view of him, he'd probably gotten an equally good view of me--and the parts of me that were highly interested in what I was seeing.
Without saying anymore, Finn put some soap on his back, rinsed it off with the shower head, and then went outside.
