The walk home went relatively quickly, considering their run had been cut short by some asshole in a sedan trying to mow down Moon's best friend but he didn't mind too much. After running for maybe an hour or so before about having a heart attack he felt disgusting and was pretty sure he smelled like a gym locker room. Nate had slowly recovered as they walked through the no peaceful streets, letting the warm morning sun and Moon’s stabilizing grip on him sooth him, so now that Moon didn't have to worry about him so much, all the Asian cared about was getting a fucking shower. As they approached their destination and the apartment slowly came into view however, it quickly became apparent that the brunette had other ideas.
“Dibs on shower!” Nate declared suddenly, shoving Moon back as he took off for the house, sprinting up the steps and slamming the door behind to him slow the pursuit of his friend as the Asian tore off after him.
“Fuck no, you don’t!” Moon retorted, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed after the smaller boy, letting the closed door slow him for only a moment as he struggled with the doorknob in his hurry. The Korean won his battle against the cursed door in a matter of seconds, kicking it shut behind him as he scrambled after Nate’s retreating form, barely catching sight of the boy’s backside as he rounded a nearby corner. Darting forward, he was able to catch the teen by the wrist and hold him still for a moment, but where he was strong, Nate was quick and the kid easily twisted from his grip, squirming frantically until he was free.
“Respect the dibs!” Nate protested in a squeal, breaking free of the Asian’s hold and tearing off down a small hallway that would inevitably lead him to the much sought after bathroom, Moon right on his heels. The Korean ignored his desperate plea, feet sliding against the slick wooden floor as he charged down the hall after his friend, unwilling to relent, even if the usually unquestioned rule of “dibs” was called into question. Nate had almost reached the door, hands stretching forward to grab the brass knob that would guarantee his freedom. His fingertips barely brushed against cold metal before he was suddenly slammed into the wooden barrier. Moon smashed into the smaller boy, unable to slow himself as he finally caught his friend, pressing him into the door with the force of his momentum, eliciting a muffled “oomph” from the captured teen.
“Nate, you and I both know there’s only enough hot water for one shower and I smell like a pigsty!” Moon growled, placing a hand on either side of the brunette's head, efficiently pinning him as he used the weight of his body to keep the squirming boy in place, pressing himself against the smaller male to keep him still when he tried to worm away.
“Mooooon!” Nate whined unhappily, wiggling uselessly under the weight of the runner’s muscled body. “I can’t go to the party like this! I’m literally drowning in sweat!”
“Nate.” Moon implored, feigning relentlessness when really he could feel his resolve crumbling by the second. “There’s no other option!” He groaned, wracking his brain pathetically as the smaller boy pressed back against him in an attempt to shove him off, panting with the effort despite the fact that Moon didn’t budge. There was no way either of them were going to let the other have a peaceful shower, that much was obvious, but he couldn't think of a single option that didn't involve…. Nate stilled underneath him, diverting him from his quickly derailing train of thought and back to the pinned boy, whose mole speckled cheeks were flushed, a bright pink ghosting across pale skin as his chest heaved with panting breaths for some inexplicable reason. Moon marked it off as strain from their struggle.
“We could always say no homo.” The younger boy finally suggested in a wavering, uncertain voice, his face still turned into the door so Moon couldn't read his eyes and the Asian forgot how to breathe. It was as if someone had sucked every breath of air from the Korean’s lungs and his heart had decided beating really wasn't worth the effort anymore, sitting still in his chest for a long moment before exploding into a pounding, erratic rhythm. It wasn't as if he'd never seen Nate naked before, for fuck’s sake he'd been on a running team with the kid for years. He'd seen the lanky teen strip down in a locker room countless times, had even let him borrow his clothes on occasion. He really shouldn't be that affected, but seeing someone naked and sharing a shower with them were two incredibly different situations.
“It's really the only way, isn't it?” Moon finally sighed in resignation after a few long moments, pushing off the door and allowing Nate to turn around and face him. The younger boy nodded slowly once, then shrugged easily, forcing the awkward mood to dissipate as he slapped a hand against his friend’s shoulder and shot him a ridiculous grin before suddenly turning and opening the door.
“We've done it before.” Nate tried for the second time that week, again conveniently leaving out vital information like the fact that they were six the last time they’d done such a thing as he strolled into the light blue room, Moon trailing him reluctantly. The teen began pulling at the hem of his ruined shirt almost immediately, leaving Moon to whip around in a pathetic attempt to save some dignity as he began tentatively tugging his own sweat drenched garment over his head. The sound of Nate preparing the water could be heard in the background as Moon forced himself to keep his eyes locked forward, unsure why he felt it would be so wrong to look towards his friend. It shouldn't be a big deal, he told himself stubbornly as he slid his fingers under the waistband of his jogging pants and then his boxers, tossing them both somewhere to the side as he finally drew in a deep breath and turned back towards the shower, trying not to feel too relieved as he saw Nate had already climbed inside and was hidden safely behind a shower curtain.
How bad did he need a shower? The runner was beginning to doubt if this was all really necessary as he moved toward the tub, steam beginning to pool from above the curtain. However, the reek of his own body odor wafted up to remind him of its presence as he paused right before the shower, hand reaching out and fingers twitching in uncertainty as he hovered over the plastic curtain. He had to. Reluctantly, with one last, heaving sigh of resignation, he pulled the white material aside and stepped inside the shower, stubbornly keeping his eyes anywhere but on Nate.
The brunette appeared almost completely unbothered, humming contentedly as he scrubbed shampoo into his soaked hair, the familiar scent of lemon and soap emanating from the boy as he tangled his fingers undeteredly through his sudsy locks. The teen’s eyes were closed to avoid getting soap in them and his head was tilted back, long neck exposed, leading down into pronounced collarbones and a sculpted chest. The kid was lean, but in no way less strong than Moon, the toned, pale expanse of skin revealing tight muscles as his abs trailed downwards to where the lines of his hips - Stop. Do not look lower, Moon. DO. NOT.
Averting his gaze, Moon quickly began busying himself with sudsing up a scrunchy, ignoring the way water droplets clung to Nate’s lashes when he opened his hazel eyes and stumbled back slightly as if he didn't expect Moon to actually be there as he did so. The younger boy recovered almost instantly though, closing his lips, which had fallen open in surprise, and handing the bottle of lemon shampoo over to his friend in exchange for the soap. Mumbling a thanks, the Asian worked the cleansing gel into his thick, dark hair, relishing the feeling of grease dissipating and running down his back, eventually disappearing down the drain.
“Moon?” Nate quipped, bringing the boy’s attention back to him, despite the his valiant efforts to focus on anything else.
“That's me. Tomorrow we'll work on your name.” Moon replied snarkily, a smirk tugging at his lips as Nate tried to stick his tongue out at him but only succeeded in getting soap in his mouth, gagging comically and spitting wildly. The brunette shot him a pointed glare before an awkward look came over his face and he shuffled uncomfortably about, eyes locked on the ceiling.
“Can you scrub my back? I can't reach.” The teen finally sputtered out, his face flushed again, though that was definitely because he had the water way too hot. Definitely.
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