Behind him, Theo hears the bathroom door open. The warmth from the steam washes over him, and he has to gulp to keep his wits about him. He doesn’t turn around, though he can feel Potter standing behind him like he’s waiting for something.
Then Theo realises Potter's waiting for him to move out of the way.
“Er, sorry,” Theo trips over his words yet again. “This one will do I guess.”
He grabs a shirt without looking at it and does his best to walk away casually instead of sprinting like he would rather.
“Not a problem. You alright with still sharing the bed?” Potter asks.
Theo pulls his shirt on and starts on the buttons. Now clothed, he feels a bit more courageous and chances a look at Potter. He’s still naked, with just a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. It almost has Theo swooning to the floor, so he plops onto the bed and pretends to fix his shoelaces.
“Yeah. Not a problem,” Theo repeats precisely what Potter said before because he doesn’t understand how words work anymore.
“You OK?” Potter asks, tilting his head.
The honest, truthful answer is no. No, Theo is not okay. Not okay because all he wants to do is get on his knees, tug that towel off, and nuzzle his face against Potter’s cock and balls.
But instead, he forces a smile and nods.
“Yeah, I’m great.”
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