[ Mydei blessedly doesn't. He dresses in loose clothing that should work for a spar and meets Phainon at the gym to spar with him.
Neither of them are unused to sweaty, half naked bodies. They've been in Okhema's baths, and Mydeimos is Kremnoan. He's not even unused to having spectators to their matches. He is not used to those spectators demanding he pin Phainon down and do all manner of filthy things, nor people openly touching themselves because they're aroused watching them.
It's a miracle they tie, and that Mydeimos doesn't lose by virtue of getting so flustered his swordwork lacks. Maybe Phainon is just as unsettled - or maybe it's because this is a dance they've done many times before.
Either way, he is sweaty when they finish, more than he might usually be since he doesn't have the benefit of regeneration, and suggests a shower. But when they head into the locker room: ]
There's only one shower open.
[ There's, ah, no question what's going on in the others. ]
[ Phainon can't deny that he's a little embarrassed by the crowd they managed to summon.
People have witnessed them spar before now, but it was always because of their natures and their path, not because of the scope of their muscle or the entertainment they might provide. He knows they are here for a purpose, but he hadn't quite prepared for the way that the people here are so explicit in their wants... Or the way that they take care of themselves, his eyes wide as he sees it.
The fight is familiar, and grounding, and it helps settle him while the rest of the situation leaves him untethered him - but he's glad for the escape that a shower offers, even if there's only one to be had. Rushing along with Mydeimos to the baths feels like a safe haven, until the lack of space reminds him of just where they are.
Rubbing the back of his head, he laughs awkwardly. ]
Ah, well. It would not be the first time we bathed together.
[ But a shower and a bath are different. He's trying to ignore that thought. ]
[ Mydeimos turns an incredulous look to him when he suggests taking turns. In a low voice, nearly a hiss: ]
And spend any longer here than we must?
[ Because his code of ethics would not allow him to abandon Phainon; he'd wait for him to finish his shower. (Naturally, Mydei assumes he'd be going first). Phainon is right; they've bathed together before. Mydeimos has bathed in closer quarters than this with the detachment watching his back. It'll be fine. ]
Come. Lets get this done quickly.
[ He takes Phainon's wrist to pull him over to the shower. He hangs their towels from the nearby hook to indicate the stall is occupied and starts to strip perfunctorily. ]
[ Phainon lifts both his hands in surrender, laughing softly. ]
It was just a suggestion!
[ But with the way that people were leering at them, there's an edge of something that makes Phainon want to get this dealt with sooner rather than later. If he hadn't been intimate with Mydeimos already, it might be a touch more awkward, but this won't be the first time they'll be close.
Maybe that adds to his awkwardness, knowing how it feels to make Mydei feel good.
Before he can say anything else, he's being pulled forward, and he laughs softly. ]
Alright! Let's hurry so we can go home.
[ Together, to the house that they share.
Shaking his head, he starts to tug off his own sweaty clothes, trying not to look at his friend before he goes to get the water on. ]
[ Mydeimos manages to be fine while he's taking his clothes off. It's nothing neither of them haven't seen before, between the eons of time they've shared and now the new-but-old intimacy.
It falters a bit as he's removing his jewelry last and Phainon strides past to get the water on. Like this he has a good view of his broad shoulders, the expanse of his back narrowing to a thick waist; the curve of his ass, the strength in his thighs.
Mydeimos is staring. He shakes his head and finishes removing his earring, dropping it into the pile of his clothes and stepping into the shower.
.... It looked spacious before. Now there's two six foot plus men in it who are built broad. It's a bit of a squeeze. ]
Make sure the water's hot.
[ That practically gets growled right into Phainon's ear. ]
[ Phainon is putting all of his determination and self-control to work at the moment, to not let himself turn and stare at his friend as he takes his clothes off, and they prepare for their shower. He knows what Mydei looks like shirtless - everyone does, thanks to his fashion sense - and the rest is familiar to him, too.
That doesn't change what they are here for, their purpose, and what they have already done together. It prickles at him, and makes his cheeks feel hot, flushed and warm and absolutely overwhelming.
Coughing softly, he nods his head, sliding into the space and getting the water warmed up. He's content to stand there for a moment to calm down, but sooner rather than later Mydeimos is joining him, and he suddenly feels as if there's not enough air in the room.
They're so close.
Reaching, he goes for the shampoo, a distraction from the tingle of want that floods him. ]
[ They're close the way they normally aren't, unless they're in the middle of grappling. Then at least they have the distraction of a good fight going on between them, and the excuse of blood pumping.
But like this, Mydeimos can smell the tang of sweat that lingers on Phainon and his natural scent. He can watch the water run down his shoulders and back, something that normally only tortures him exiting the baths.
The question makes him stop staring a hole into Phainon's neck and he makes a noise of assent, subtly clearing his throat as he does it. ]
Sure. Thanks.
[ He turns before Phainon does, mostly because he's realized he's starting to get slightly hard, and he scowls down at himself. ]
[ This isn't the kind of physical contact they're used to - even in millions of cycles, they were friends more than they were more, and it feels odd with the most recent incarnation of their lives to be this close and intimate with someone he would call one of his best and dearest allies. Phainon knows they've already indulged, but part of that was due to the hot chocolate they'd drunk.
They haven't done anything since. They're not romantic.
Mydeimos turns, and he sees the slope of his back, his handsome tattoos, the way his hair sticks to him, and Phainon swallows. ]
It's no problem.
[ Shampoo in hand, he begins to run his fingers through his friend's hair, gentle and careful to ensure there are no tangles or pulling on his scalp. ]
Do you imagine it'll be like this every time we spar?
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Who else would it be??? I gave you my contact info.
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Whatever this messaging program you're using made me sign up. I just accepted what it gave me after it asked for my name.
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[ He might have done so but now it bothers Phainon so he digs his heels in. ]
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[ Don't think about Mydeimos with actual tits, Phainon. ]
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Still.
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I'll get around to it eventually.
I take it finding the blades means you'd like to spar? You realize neither of us have our abilities right now.
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Don't disappoint me, Phainon.
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[ A rhetorical question please don't answer ]
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Neither of them are unused to sweaty, half naked bodies. They've been in Okhema's baths, and Mydeimos is Kremnoan. He's not even unused to having spectators to their matches. He is not used to those spectators demanding he pin Phainon down and do all manner of filthy things, nor people openly touching themselves because they're aroused watching them.
It's a miracle they tie, and that Mydeimos doesn't lose by virtue of getting so flustered his swordwork lacks. Maybe Phainon is just as unsettled - or maybe it's because this is a dance they've done many times before.
Either way, he is sweaty when they finish, more than he might usually be since he doesn't have the benefit of regeneration, and suggests a shower. But when they head into the locker room: ]
There's only one shower open.
[ There's, ah, no question what's going on in the others. ]
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People have witnessed them spar before now, but it was always because of their natures and their path, not because of the scope of their muscle or the entertainment they might provide. He knows they are here for a purpose, but he hadn't quite prepared for the way that the people here are so explicit in their wants... Or the way that they take care of themselves, his eyes wide as he sees it.
The fight is familiar, and grounding, and it helps settle him while the rest of the situation leaves him untethered him - but he's glad for the escape that a shower offers, even if there's only one to be had. Rushing along with Mydeimos to the baths feels like a safe haven, until the lack of space reminds him of just where they are.
Rubbing the back of his head, he laughs awkwardly. ]
Ah, well. It would not be the first time we bathed together.
[ But a shower and a bath are different. He's trying to ignore that thought. ]
Or we could take turns?
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And spend any longer here than we must?
[ Because his code of ethics would not allow him to abandon Phainon; he'd wait for him to finish his shower. (Naturally, Mydei assumes he'd be going first). Phainon is right; they've bathed together before. Mydeimos has bathed in closer quarters than this with the detachment watching his back. It'll be fine. ]
Come. Lets get this done quickly.
[ He takes Phainon's wrist to pull him over to the shower. He hangs their towels from the nearby hook to indicate the stall is occupied and starts to strip perfunctorily. ]
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It was just a suggestion!
[ But with the way that people were leering at them, there's an edge of something that makes Phainon want to get this dealt with sooner rather than later. If he hadn't been intimate with Mydeimos already, it might be a touch more awkward, but this won't be the first time they'll be close.
Maybe that adds to his awkwardness, knowing how it feels to make Mydei feel good.
Before he can say anything else, he's being pulled forward, and he laughs softly. ]
Alright! Let's hurry so we can go home.
[ Together, to the house that they share.
Shaking his head, he starts to tug off his own sweaty clothes, trying not to look at his friend before he goes to get the water on. ]
nsfw: mydei's thinkin hornty thoughts
It falters a bit as he's removing his jewelry last and Phainon strides past to get the water on. Like this he has a good view of his broad shoulders, the expanse of his back narrowing to a thick waist; the curve of his ass, the strength in his thighs.
Mydeimos is staring. He shakes his head and finishes removing his earring, dropping it into the pile of his clothes and stepping into the shower.
.... It looked spacious before. Now there's two six foot plus men in it who are built broad. It's a bit of a squeeze. ]
Make sure the water's hot.
[ That practically gets growled right into Phainon's ear. ]
good
That doesn't change what they are here for, their purpose, and what they have already done together. It prickles at him, and makes his cheeks feel hot, flushed and warm and absolutely overwhelming.
Coughing softly, he nods his head, sliding into the space and getting the water warmed up. He's content to stand there for a moment to calm down, but sooner rather than later Mydeimos is joining him, and he suddenly feels as if there's not enough air in the room.
They're so close.
Reaching, he goes for the shampoo, a distraction from the tingle of want that floods him. ]
Shall I wash your hair?
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But like this, Mydeimos can smell the tang of sweat that lingers on Phainon and his natural scent. He can watch the water run down his shoulders and back, something that normally only tortures him exiting the baths.
The question makes him stop staring a hole into Phainon's neck and he makes a noise of assent, subtly clearing his throat as he does it. ]
Sure. Thanks.
[ He turns before Phainon does, mostly because he's realized he's starting to get slightly hard, and he scowls down at himself. ]
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They haven't done anything since. They're not romantic.
Mydeimos turns, and he sees the slope of his back, his handsome tattoos, the way his hair sticks to him, and Phainon swallows. ]
It's no problem.
[ Shampoo in hand, he begins to run his fingers through his friend's hair, gentle and careful to ensure there are no tangles or pulling on his scalp. ]
Do you imagine it'll be like this every time we spar?
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