Thread: Talent Resort [M/M] (Viktoff Samson & Izzy325)

RE Talent Resort MM Viktoff Samson Izzy3225 Hello? Who's here? Oliver yelled out without reaching Tyler at all in his shower time of bliss. The water pressure had just continued to blast away his stress. The dark haired, tall, muscular male had let the water and heat unwind his muscles and mind while the stream kissed his skin and gave him a nice glow. He leaned forward to let the water hit his shoulder blades and neck, his forehead against the polished stone wall that had a mist on it thanks to the steam. The sensations of the force of the water, and the heat, pouring down his back had been both arousing and relaxing at the same time. The blue eyes of the showering male had began to peer around for a clock. There wasn't a need to be worried about time, the resort activities didn't begin until monday. He just didn't want to sit in the shower all night, not that another hour couldn't hurt. No clocks were to be found, within vision anyway. With a shrug, the cleaner than clean male had continued his luxurious shower time and even ran hands over his chest with the hot water as he enjoyed himself. That is, until the door had slammed open. Whoever you are you better leave now! Tyler's blue eyes, along with his front, had turned to see the blurry version of Oliver.The body shape of a slightly shorter dancer through the gently fogged glass-The complete lack of a serious threat in his voice-Tyler couldn't tell if he was dealing with a dumbass male or a dumbass female. Either way, this was his room. This is my room. I already called the campus security so you better just leave! In a motion of complete mellow-mode, Tyler popped the shower off with a slow, strong hand. Silent, at first, his eyes caught onto the pale, thin male with a wild blush on his petrified face. Tyler's body was understandably still colored by the hot shower. The shower door had been pushed open as Tyler looked to the weasel who stood in front of him with an umbrela as a weapon. A clear, unavoidable amount of annoyance became visible on Tyler's face. He stepped out of the shower without regard or concern about the umbrella between them. Still silent, the taller, dripping male, had stepped around the shower and looked around. As soon as a pile of towels had caught his eye, he snatched up a big black one and tied it loosely around his hips. The line of the towel was lower than it should be to be publically decent, but Tyler was used to shower rooms with the SummerSet football team. Called security, hmm? He began with his annoyed tone. The taller male had turned to face Oliver again. His blue eyes on the shaken, emotional green set of the smaller male. There was a pause, but Tyler ignored the possibilities and just stepped right up to the umbrella until it poked his chest. Good. Maybe they can kick you out of my room and send you back to the mental ward you escaped from. All a joke, he knew Oliver, but didn't drop any obvious signs that he was Tyler, himself. Nothing in his tone or attitude to connect him to the fun-loving boy Oliver would have remembered, if he remembered anything with accuracy. Suddenly, the muscular male hand swiped the umbrella from the smaller male and threw it over his shoulder. There goes your weapon, little man. quote