“Well this is awkward…” Ransom/Holster, OMG! Check Please, T
Holster really didn’t expect the girlish scream coming from Ransom, of all people. He’d knocked and everything? And then there was a Ransom yelling and a shower curtain and lots of flailing limbs in a pile at the bottom of the shower.
“…well this is awkward,” Holster said, clutching his toothbrush and loofah to his chest.
“Bro, goddammit, help me up!! What the FUCK, is this thing ALIVE?!” Ransom continued to flail wildly, and, firming up his resolve not to a) freak out or b) look, (because bros don’t look, right?) Holster gently set down his shower caddy and reached out a tentative hand.
He almost pitched forward into the tub as Ransom caught his wrist and tugged frantically, but he braced himself and tried to make some sense of the admittedly impressive tangle.
Ransom finally extricated himself amidst much swearing and chirping from both of them, and after handing him a towel (still not looking) Holster couldn’t help wondering, “Dude, I’ve seen you naked a million times, what the fuck?”
Ransom was silent for a minute and Adam looked over— was he.. blushing?
“Um, dude, I was– um.” Ransom scrubbed a hand over his head. “I wasn’t just, um, naked?”
It took him a minute, but Holster caught on. “Oh god. Oh. Um. Sorry, dude. Um. Just tell me you’re jerking it next time so I won’t come in.”
“Um. OK. I guess, yeah, sorry.” Ransom’s flush deepened and Adam felt weird for a second, he probably shouldn’t be noticing that, right? He felt his cheeks heating a little and turned, grabbing his stuff.
“Just let me know when you’re done,” he said quickly, and beat a hasty retreat, trying not to wonder if Ransom was gonna finish what he started.