Hobbie & Doyle: Shower

[nathalia]

Hobbie was towelling himself in the bathroom when Doyle came in, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"You done already?"

"Sure looks like it," Hobbie said, his back turned to Doyle who turned the water on after throwing his towel in Hobbie's direction. "I've memorizes when there's not too much traffic so I can be on my own."

"You sure like your privacy, O'Ryan," Doyle noted, slightly amused.

"So do you. We're in here all by ourselves." Hobbie looked over his shoulder to Doyle who was grinning at him. "Thinking of it, I spend an awful lot of time with you. You arranging that?"

Doyle laughed. "You think that highly of me?"

Hobbie joined in the laughter and to his surprise, he felt Doyle's hand rest on his waist when he walked over to him to get his towel. They stood like this for a few seconds until they heard voices coming towards them. Doyle took his hand from Hobbie's naked skin and starting to towel himself but not before running a hand through Hobbie's blond hair; then, he flashed him a grin when some of the other inmates came in.

"Should have thought about that, though."