"Nope. Showers are better than baths, see. Cause all the dirt gets washed away and you're not sitting in greasy water."

JC looked quite serious, even earnest and Chris didn't even know where this whole stupid argument was going.

"Dude, I gotta get clean. And, see, the shower thing just doesn't quite work with the cast." Chris waved his arm around, pretending to smack JC on the chin with the hard plaster.

JC wrinkled his nose and sniffed. "I just don't think you're getting clean, sweetie."

"Hate to tell you, freak, but big strong manly guys don't say sweetie."

"We'll use my shower. My stuff smells better than yours."

JC got his way, of course, and Chris only had a few short seconds to question JC's slurs upon his cleanliness before he was naked. JC thought helping him shower would be a good idea and they had the rest of the night free.

He'd rolled his eyes at Chris. "I've seen you naked before, kid."

"Who you callin' kid, whippersnapper?" Chris would have said more, but JC was stripping, laughing while he pulled off his layers of clothes until he was only wearing grey boxer briefs. The stretch of perfect skin would have silenced anyone, he thought, before JC was scooping up towels and about a thousand tubes and bottles.

Chris turned on the taps while JC scurried about happily, humming something about his bath pouf. "You're the poof, you perverted fuck." He stuck his hand under the spray of water, screeching when it was too hot.

JC threw the armload of things into the shower. "Not a Poofu, that's Lance. And you're getting in. S'nice and hot." He yanked back the curtain and gestured. "Watch the cast."

Chris climbed in, shaking his head and mumbling. The water felt nice, though, hot and the hotel actually had good water pressure, praise the lord. JC was still humming, something that Chris thought almost sounded familiar.

"Duck your head under."

Chris ducked, came up sputtering and warm hands were massaging something that smelled like apples into his hair. The song clicked into place. "You're already famous, Jayce, hate to break it to you." He could deal with JC singing bad eighties pop like "When Will I Be Famous?" while those fingers were scrubbing at his scalp, so he braced himself against the side of the shower.

"We're making a mess." Chris didn't really care, per se, just thought it should be said, but JC just looked, said

"Well, yes." And climbed into the shower stall behind Chris.

Chris thought that maybe that wasn't the answer to the problem, since he had to keep his arm outside, but JC's fingers were still massaging and it seemed better to just deal with the weirdness and finally really feel clean.

"Rinse." JC sounded happy, Chris thought as he closed his eyes and let the water sluice away the suds. "It's aromatherapy, man. Feel relaxed yet?"

"Actually I feel kinda naked here. Can we just get this done?"

JC stopped humming, and huffed a breath out that shivered goosebumps down Chris's neck. "This isn't good?" He sounded affronted.

"Nah. It's fine, just kinda... weird." Chris felt something scrabbling around by his feet, and shrieked when he felt hair brush his ass. "C. There something you want to tell me? Like, a sudden interest in rimming?"

"Needed the bath puff for the gel." JC started humming again, and this time Chris could have sworn that he was humming 'Sailing'.

"Dude. I'm sorta an Irish Springs kind of guy, y'know." Chris smelled apples again and shrugged a little. "You gonna sing?"

JC giggled, and started scrubbing at Chris's back. "Only if you sing too." He started the opening to 'Sailing'. His voice soared, the acoustics of the shower amplifying the effects until Chris joined in.

His voice cracked, when JC reached around his body, wet skin and soggy cotton plastered against his back, while JC made large soapy circles on his front. "Uh, C? You coulda just said turn."

"Well, yeah, but..." And JC started singing again, the vibrations shivering through Chris, while JC slowly, methodically cleaned every single inch of Chris's skin, even scrubbing behind his ears.

"But what? But you wanna be snuggled up against me all wet? and naked? and slippery?" And damned if his voice didn't crack again, because that was sounding better and better.

"Rinse. And yes." JC hopped out of the shower, grabbing at the towels. "See! Warm, because this is a good hotel."

Chris knew that JC liked heated towel racks, but it seemed weird that he should sound quite that enthusiastic. Stepping out of the spray, shutting off the taps with his good hand, grabbing a warm towel from JC, Chris stood there, patting the water droplets off his body.

"So. Uh. Now what?" And he wasn't even surprised when JC leaned in and kissed him.

"Now we get dirty enough that we get to do this all over again. And next time, you're singing to me." And Chris thought that it really was good to be clean, and even better to be kissed by a nearly naked JC.

~end~