*his eyes grow wide and he brings up a hand to cover his mouth, wanting to tear his eyes away but not being able to* ...h-han? *he says, the name almost making his lips quiver in shock*
[`it takes him a moment to realize that anyone else is in the shower with him, he had sworn that those who were had left and that it would be private enough for him to…handle his business alone. It wasn’t that he did it in the gym locker room all the time, but he had just come from a quick job that didn’t allow him to finish while he was there, and the tent in his pants as he worked out for the hour needed to go before his next class. One hand to the base, the other down to where his fingertips could lightly trace over his balls, and his lips were parted in nearly-silent moans as his head was tilted back in ecstasy.] S-Seok — [`When he hears his name stuttered out, he jumps, and nearly screams] MINSEOK — [`His foot moves forward but he slips on the wet surface, crashing down on his hands and knees] F-Fuck — you s-scared me….h-hey…
Minseok was still frozen in place outside the curtain until he heard the water turn off. Immediately he moved out of Han’s way as he came out shuffling over to lean against the column just outside the shower stall. He didn’t look up until he was sure the other had covered himself and let a soft sigh of relief pass through his lips when he did, one of his hands clutching onto his bag with small fingers. Minseok wouldn’t have been able to look at Han if he was still naked, not with the images floating in his head now.
"Oh… I didn’t have class this morning. I was doing trials..," He replied. "I just came by to pick up something something up from my locker for my next class when I….heard you," he said, his lips pressing together tight as a sudden and odd urge to smile came over him as he watched Han scrambling to get dressed. It reminded him of the first time they’d officially met.. Minseok’s position had been a little less sexual at least.
Lu Han honestly didn't know how to feel at this point. On one hand, he wanted to melt into a puddle and be sucked away by the shower drain from all of the embarrassment he endured within a matter of minutes; on the other, he was thankful that it had only been Minseok who spotted him in his moment of...need, rather than a stranger. That mixed in with regret that it actually was an acquaintance rather than a stranger who he wouldn't have to face again, along with the dark images that flooded in the back of his mind about how the situation could have turned out.... the barely-clothed man felt sick to his stomach.
"I see," He said as he gathered up his clothes and finally made the move to put something else on. His underwear was first, but the sudden friction of material brushing against his half-pleased self made him whimper quietly (or what he believed was quietly; he also thought his moans were "quiet enough" but look at where that got him), and from there he quickly threw on his pants. The shirt wasn't too important, so he held off on sliding that on. "Yeah, I'm...sorry about that. I normally don't --"
Lie. He knew all too well the art of self pleasure, but mainly out of need and not by want.
"I don't do things like that in public. I don't know what came over me." Half-truths weren't so bad, at least not in this case.
