Communal Shower/Bathroom

Walking in, it looked like Ludwig had expected, a few single shower stalls, one missing its curtain, well that was encouraging, and a larger locker-style shower. The walls were lined with white subway tiles, a black tile border at the top, and the floors had a hexagon black and white pattern to them. It was very hospital-like, but appeared clean, relatively well taken care of--the missing curtain not withstanding.

The bathroom stalls and urinals were all pretty standard, separated from the showers by a wall that held sinks on either side. There were two doors, one to either side, but the u-shape connected them as one room.

"Well... Here we are. I'm guessing the larger shower?"

Roderich followed Ludwig in, stopping in his tracks as he saw the showers. '...Good grief. Well, this will take some getting used to...'

He paced around, inspecting the room, before turning to Ludwig. He suddenly became very aware that they were about to get undressed. 'Ah...yes, the larger one, I suppose...and let's hope we're not interrupted.'

Ludwig nodded. He walked into the stall to see there were some hooks where he could hang his things that he didn't want to get wet. That was... good he supposed. He'd played on sports teams his whole life, but he'd never felt self-conscious about undressing in front of them, probably because he hadn't had a semi-hardon at the time, nor had he been interested in doing anything with any of his teammates.

He started with what came easiest: his shirt. He pulled it off and hung it on one of the hooks, then glanced over at Roderich. "We can go to the other stalls and forget this if it makes you uncomfortable."

Roderich watched Ludwig take off his shirt, biting his lip; the other man had a killer set of abs. Forgetting his mild unease in favour of wanting to push him against the wall and get the rest of his clothes off him- not that he acted upon that particular desire- Roderich shook his head and pulled off his ascot.

'Not a chance. I'm quite comfortable with this, I can assure you,' he said, with a slow look up and down Ludwig's body.

Ludwig wasn't so blind as to miss the other teen's appraisal of his body. Ludwig knew his upper body looked good, not from weightlifting like some might do, but from hard work and manual labor. He had the arms and build of someone who used their body to work, which he did quite often.

He also noted that there was a hungry look in Roderich's eyes, and while he should have been scared by it, he was more flattered than anything. Not to mention a bit curious what the other would do to act on that look he'd given.

His hands moved to the the fly of his pants and he quickly divested himself of both those and the boxers beneath. He had no desire to draw this out on his part, else he might chicken out and run into one of the single stalls... with the curtains still attached.

'...Good lord.' Roderich's voice was faint and strained as his eyes roved over Ludwig's now-naked body; every bit as attractive as he'd expected, and he was already hard...Roderich felt himself grow rather hot below the waist as his eyes travelled downwards. He looked away, flushing. 'Very...very nice,' he managed to choke out.

He was rather slower removing his own clothes, unbuttoning his shirt carefully before slipping out of it, and demurely stepping out of his pants. He hesitated at his boxers, before biting the bullet and taking them off, standing awkwardly and biting his lip. 'Um.'

Ludwig could feel the blush that usually stayed at his cheeks moving just about everywhere. His whole body was surely growing red in embarrassment. And he heard Roderich's faint words, a little afraid at first that something was wrong or strange about his body. He was grateful for the reassurance that there wasn't, even if it was unintentional on Roderich's part.

He watched the slow almost-strip-tease that Roderich gave as he undressed. Admittedly, Ludwig could only imagine what a strip tease would look like, but this was close enough. He thought the other man, once he could see the boxers removed, was a little aroused as well, which might have been a relief if Ludwig hadn't been so distracted by his roommate's lithe body. "So... um, shower. Right?"

Great. His ability to form sentences aloud was reduced to that of a Hollywood-esque Neanderthal.

'Shower. Yes.' Roderich was hardly in a fit state to put his large vocabulary to use right now. Instead he hastily made his way over to the shower, as embarrassed as humanly possible- because despite his experience, he didn't make a habit of hanging around naked with relative strangers- but strangely thrilled, as well. He looked back at Ludwig over his shoulder, with a questioning expression. '...Coming?'

Ludwig nodded, picking up the basket and carrying it over to one of the shower heads. "Yes. Ready." He turned the shower on and set the basket between where he stood and another shower head. He had the water set a bit cold so that he could calm down a bit, possibly NOT think about the naked teen there with him.

He hardly knew Roderich, but he was already this comfortable around him. Good Lord, how comfortable will I be around him in a few months? By then I might just be climbing on the bed with him and screwing him senseless, or the other way around.

He almost gave a frustrated groan as his efforts with the cold water were defeated by his own perverted mind.

Roderich stood beneath the next shower head, turning it on and keeping the heat low. He shivered under the cold water, but it was preferable to be a little uncomfortable; that way he wouldn't do anything to Ludwig. He was dying to, but he knew it would only get out of hand. To distract himself, he ran a hand through his hair, reaching for the shampoo; bending to retrieve it, he caught a glimpse of Ludwig's lower half. Seemed as though his own cold shower wasn't working at all, and Roderich had to work hard not to get hard at the sight.

What was Ludwig thinking about? What was he imagining doing- or having done to him? Roderich washed his hair, keeping his eyes shut to protect them from shampoo, not to mention to try and block out his mental images.

Ludwig glanced over at Roderich, seeing he wasn't in the state that he was in. He tried to relax and wash his hair out, to focus on it being a normal shower. But somehow, the idea of one or the other of them going to join the other in bed stuck out in Ludwig's mind. He didn't even watch enough gay porn to know the full logistics of it. He just knew the idea of having Roderich straddle him and vice versa turned him on in a way he hadn't been in a very long time.

He rinsed the shampoo from his hair and began washing himself, starting with his face, neck, arms... At his stomach, the washcloth inadvertently slipped from some of his fingers just enough it brushed his still-hard sex and a moan came out despite himself.

"Oh... fuck," he hissed at himself as he continued washing. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

'...Mm?' Roderich glanced over at Ludwig, hearing a noise. He pushed his wet hair out of his eyes, keeping his gaze firmly on Ludwig's face, rather than letting it wander anywhere else. 'Everything alright?'

He began to wonder just what on earth they were going to do when they got back to their room; he steadfastly refused to let himself even think about bedding the other boy (yet), but it would be slightly uncomfortable- in more ways than one- to just lie alone all night with Ludwig just yards away. Roderich shook his head, washing his neck and shoulders and forcing himself to think about soap and other boring, non-sexual things. He wasn't wholly successful.

"Yeah. Fine. Just..." He sighed and tried washing off his shoulders and sides. "I don't think it's any secret I'm really turned on right now." He'd leave it at that. Another male would understand that it can lead to awkward moments and unintended noises.

He rinsed himself off under the spray and tried to clear his mind. "What do we do once we're back in the room?"

He wasn't sure what to do right now, to be honest, but he felt it would be even more difficult once in a room with the other boy. "I mean, do we just go to bed or... kiss again?"

'Ah...' Roderich blushed at Ludwig's words. How could he be so blunt about it? It made trying to stay calm very difficult. 'Well, you know, I'm not entirely...I mean, I know how you feel.' He pressed his palm to the tiles in front of him, putting his weight on it with a sigh. 'If you want to go to bed- separate beds, I mean- that's fine. But...if you don't...'

He trailed off, looking over at Ludwig through the dark strands hanging over his eyes.

Ludwig looked down at the washcloth in his hands. "If... I don't know. I honestly don't. I know that I'm attracted to you. I know I wouldn't mind doing some things, and right now, my mind is probably encouraging me to think of things beyond what I would normally be comfortable with. But... It's up to you. You've got more experience, and I don't want things to be awkward with you from here on out."

He glanced up through blond hair hanging down like wet bangs. "What would you like to do? Honestly?" He bit his lip nervously. It was no wonder the bottom one was always a bit chapped.

'Honestly? Don't tempt me.' Roderich laughed, voice low. 'But if you'd like to, we could just go back and do what we were doing before. If you want to go further...we'll just see how it goes, perhaps? I feel...strange planning it out,' he confessed, with an embarrassed smile.

Ludwig rubbed the back of his neck. "I have the tendency to plan things out. Down to the minutest detail. So this will be new for me." He chuckled and glanced down at his crotch, hoping that he could distract himself enough to put on boxers and head back to their room without incident.

"But I would like to at least repeat, maybe do more."

At that, he tried to finish his shower, and he was grateful to see with time that he was now only at half mast. It was a relieve and would be much easier to hide, so long as he didn't look at Roderich's lean body. Too much.

'Mmhm.' Roderich pushed his hair out of his face, reaching up to turn off the shower now that he was done. 'I'll just...' He gestured to his clothes, before heading rather quickly for his towel. Once he had it wrapped around his waist, he relaxed a little, picking up a smaller one he'd brought and drying his upper body. He kept his back to Ludwig, thinking it would be easier for them both.

Now that they'd agreed upon what they'd be doing, Roderich felt a little bit more at ease. Perhaps planning wasn't so bad after all.

Ludwig grabbed his own towels and dried off before putting on a black tanktop and gray boxer shorts. He left the towel around his neck so his shirt didn't get soaked, then glanced over at Roderich. Before, he might have considered asking the teen if this bothered him, since he slept in this, but considering the way things were going, he doubted that a shirt and underwear would be a problem.

Unless they were too many clothes in the way.

Seriously. The dirty thoughts needed to stop.

After drying himself as quickly as he could, Roderich managed to awkwardly dress while still covering himself; he didn't bother buttoning his shirt. He half expected to be losing it again sooner or later anyway. He gathered his things, finally looking at Ludwig again.

'Ready to go?'

He nodded and gathered his clothes, already neatly folded and in his hand, while the other held the chrome shower basket. "Sure."

He headed back out of the bathroom and glanced at Roderich. "Remind me to wear sandals next time I come in here. My boots are waterlogged now." He walked down the hall, seeing it was mostly clear of others. He wondered if anyone thought anything suspicious of he and Roderich both leaving the bathroom wet together. The shower had been, more or less, innocent in and of itself. He couldn't help his mind was apparently filthy.

Walking alongside Ludwig, Roderich kept his eyes down, though he smiled at Ludwig's comment. 'Yes, that would probably be a better idea.' He glanced around as they neared their room, relieved at the lack of other students around. He felt it would be rather awkward to be seen like this. 'Do you have the key, Ludwig? I didn't bring mine.'

Ludwig reached into the pocket of his pants and found his set of keys. He began unlocking the door and opening it. He smiled over at Roderich as he held it open for him. "I still say I like you without your glasses."

He ran a hand through his hair to push it back out of his eyes as he waited for the other to enter their room.