“Sure. As long as you do me.” Moon replied, forcing an easiness into his voice. “Wash my back, I mean.” He quickly clarified, rethinking his previous words as he felt his own face begin to heat up, fucking hot water.
“Thanks man! No homo!” Nate chirped, seemingly unbothered by his friends poor phrasing as he shoved a scrunchy into his hands and whipped around, bracing his forearms against the slick shower wall for stability.
“No homo.” Moon shot back casually, refusing to let the words catch in his throat as they tried to, not voicing the repeating anthem of “It's not gay if you say no homo. It’s not gay. It’s not gay. It’s not gay” that rang in his head - Though it was rather difficult to not feel gay when one was standing in a shower with his best friend braced against a wall. The Asian steeled himself, stubbornly filling his mind with hetero thoughts as he reached out and began running the soap soaked scrunchy over his friends back, forcing himself to ignore the contented hum the action elicited from the boy. He moved slowly across the muscled expanse of the runner’s skin in smooth, rhythmic circles, ghosting over arched shoulder blades before trailing ever lower toward the small of the teen’s back. As he worked, he absolutely did not think about how Nate looked, soaking wet, hair dripping, pushed against a wall with Moon’s hands running all over his body. He also did not think about what his friend felt like under his grip, letting out small, breathy moans of contentment when Moon added a little more force to the scrubbing as he finally dipped down into the small of his back - He 100% did not think about what other sounds the boy could make if he were dragging his nails along the pale expanse of sensitive skin instead of some stupid sponge.
“You are literally my favorite person on the face of the fucking planet.” Nate purred when his friend finally completed the task, pushing himself off the pale shower wall with a satisfied huff while Moon whipped around as to avoid any uncomfortable sights faster than you could say “I’m trying to hide a boner.” Nate didn’t seem to catch on to his friend’s urgency however and leaned forward easily to receive the the scurchy, placing one hand against Moon’s back for stability as he outstretched the other expectantly, apparently oblivious to the smothering tension hanging in the air. The runner plopped the poof into his companions hand and forced himself to relax as Nate moved back to begin his work - They’d said no homo, hadn’t they? Then it was fine; They were just two bros helping each other out, nothing gay about it. All Moon’s hard work in the field of relaxation, however, was thrown out the window the moment he felt Nate’s long fingers brush his skin, his shoulders arching dramatically as he forced himself not to shudder at the touch.
“Jesus Christ, Moon. Calm down.” The younger boy whispered, leaning over to breathe the words directly into Moon’s ear - When did he get that close? The runner wracked his brain to think of some compelling response, hearing himself splutter out a few unintelligible sounds as he tried to think of some excuse but words were stolen from him as the boy ran the scrunchie from the tip of his spine all the way down to his lower back before dragging it back up again.
“Jest relax.” Nate soothed softly, mimicking Moon’s earlier circular scrubbing pattern as he fell into a monotonous rhythm and began working his way down the runner’s back. Moon tried to do as he was asked, really he did, but the feel of the boy’s hands running along his skin was making it rather difficult considering tingles ran down his spine every time the kid moved.
“No homo.” Nate tried, his voice light and reassuring; and tentatively, Moon nodded, letting his shoulders fall from their tight position and forcing the tension to drain from his strained muscles.
“No homo.” The Korean replied with conviction, uttering the words instantly making him feel better as Nate finally finished up and began rinsing out the scrunchy while Moon moved around him to turn off the water. The runner turned the knob into the off position and the shower head sputtered out a few more, pathetic spurts of steamy water before finally gurgling to a stop, leaving naught but a few lone droplets to leak from the contraption. Finishing his rinse job, Nate reached around his friend to hang the drenched poof from the showerhead, leaning up on tiptoes as he did so. The boy huffed in annoyance, urging his body to stretch an insy bit further as he found himself to be just a little bit too short to succeed at the task, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he pushed himself up.
“Need me to get it?” Moon teased with a knowing smirk, earning a pointed glare and a sharp elbow to the side as he wheezed out a laugh, loving nothing more than getting under his friend’s skin.
“No way, asshole! I can do it!” Nate growled determinedly, shoving the Asian roughly out of the way as the boy simply held his hands up in a pacifying shrug, never letting his signature smirk slip from his face as he watched the smaller male struggle - That was, until Nate slipped anyway.
The brunette yelped as his balance faltered, tiptoed feet slipping on the slick shower floor and sending him flailing as he struggled in vain to catch himself. Hands grasped helplessly at thin air as he fell back, his legs flying out from under him as Moon’s smirk gave way to a look of surprise and panic and he tried to catch his companion, throwing himself forward and grabbing Nate’s bicep in an attempt to haul him back upright.
The momentum of the falling boy was too much however, and Moon felt his own feet slip uselessly on the ceramic floor of the tub as he was pulled down after him, barking out a stream of curses as they hit. The runner landed square on top of his friend, legs tangled with his as he tried to quickly push himself back upright, hands slipping on wet floor and slamming him back down hard on the younger boy’s chest as he tried to escape the knot of limbs. Nate gasped as the breath was knocked out of him by the impact, groaning unhappily before realization of their current predicament seemed to dawn on him and he froze, every muscle in his body going rigid under his friend. Moon laid flesh attop him, still having not recovered from the secondary fall, his chest pressed against Nate’s and his legs trapped the boy. His right thigh was braced on the outside of the teen’s hips as he tried to regain his grip but his left leg landed directly between the boys legs, dangerously close to his crotch.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn't mean to fall on you. Fuck, Nate. Are you okay?” Words fell out of Moon’s mouth quicker than his friend could respond to them, concern for the boy he’d basically smashed and desperation to get out of their current situation battling for dominance in his mind.
“I’m fine, really. Just get your fatass off me.” Nate replied breathlessly, air absent from his lungs because Moon had fallen on him obviously and not for any other reason whatsoever - Or so Moon told himself. The runner attempted to push himself up once more, gripping the slick edge of the tub with both hands and shifting forward to pull himself up. The only problem with this, however, was that, incidentally, shifting his weight caused Moon to push his left leg forward. A low whine was elicited from the pinned boy as he arched slightly at the unexpected contact, causing Moon to forget how to breathe as he froze in place, not daring to move a muscle for a long moment. The runner’s heart pounded in his chest, the sound of its quickened beats the only noise that met his ears as his breath stayed stuck in his throat and time seemed to slow down.
“No homo!” Nate squeaked in apology, face flushing bright red as Moon finally remembered how to move and scrambled up hastily, looking anywhere but at the sprawled, blushing boy still left laying in the tub. Boobs. Think of boobs. Don’t look at Nate. Think. About. Boobs.
“No homo.” Moon assured the boy after a few long moments, only daring to speak when he was sure he had his thoughts under control and nothing stupid would pour out of his unobedient mouth. He extended a helping hand out to the boy, who still hadn’t moved from his fallen position, pushing away any awkwardity that threatened to make an appearance as Nate gratefully took it and let Moon pull him up, seeming relieved that the Asian wasn’t upset with him. They’d said no homo, so it was fine...Right?
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