Yohji gave another sigh at the sight of Ken’s retreating back. This day was not going very well. He stood up and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
Shower. Showers were good things. Of course he had been taking a lot of them lately. Cold showers. Not that it ever helped. Yojhi wondered who ever came up with the asinine notion that a cold shower ever helped to ease sexual frustration. All a cold shower ever did for him was make him cold and get his hair all knotted up.
He was doing it again. Standing around and daydreaming when he should be getting up and getting in the aforementioned shower. Yohji yawned and began to strip. He had passed out the night before he could change out of his ‘look at my tight ass’ pants. While those pants might be good at getting sexy little things to follow him wherever he went, they were a definite bitch to get out of while hung over. Freeing himself from the stupid things he climbed up into the shower and turned the water up as hot as he could stand it.
‘Gads that feels good’. The hot water was beating down on him, loosening up all the knotted muscles in his back and his neck.