Mean's POV

As Plan left the bed to go to the bathroom, I continued to lie in bed with my eyes closed.

I tried to analyze what was happening to me.

When I woke up and felt my lips against Plan's soft cheeks, I did not feel the rush to move away. In fact I had wanted to stay that way. In fact I had wanted to move my lips toward his mouth.

When Plan slid away from me, I somehow felt empty. I felt the absence of the warmth of his body.

I shook my head. This can't be happening to me.

Suddenly I heard Plan calling my name. He was still inside the bathroom.

What was happening, and how did he expect me to go inside the bathroom, unless the door was not locked.

I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, as he kept on calling my name. It sounded like he needed my help.

I turned the doorknob of the bathroom.

To my surprise, it opened. I peeked inside.

"Mean!" cried Plan, "I need my towel!"

I looked further inside because I could not see him. I could only hear his voice.

"What have you done to yourself???" I yelled in shock.

He was inside the shower stall shivering and dripping wet, his bed clothes still on him.

I rushed to the cabinet and took out a bath towel and ran back and went inside the shower stall.

I tossed the towel on top of his head and without realizing what I was doing, I started to unbutton his very wet pajama top. While I was doing that, he was drying his hair with the towel.

I removed his pajama top like I was undressing a child. After I removed his pajama top, I tossed it to the floor and then pulled down his pajama pants.

When I realized what I had just done, I raised my hands up in the air and started walking backwards but my eyes were fixed on the largest hard-on I had ever seen.

Plan's POV

Shit, I had thought that by now, since I had turned the cold shower on my body, that my hard-on would go away.

When Mean pulled down my pajama pants, I realized that it was still there, harder than ever.

His nearness as he unbuttoned my pajama top had gotten to me again.

I had not expected him to pull down my pajama pants. When he did so, we both noticed what was pushing against my briefs.

He started to back away with his hands up in the air as if he was the victim of a hold up.

I turned away to face the wall of the shower stall. I knew that my face had turned red.

When Mean stepped out of the bathroom, he closed the door behind him.

Mean's POV

When I left the bathroom, I had a hard time breathing.

I started gasping for air.

Seeing Plan's bare chest, feeling his skin against my fingers, and most of all seeing the most secret part of his body pointing outwards at me, got me all breathless.

I walked quickly to the refrigerator and took out a water bottle.

The ice cold water against my throat helped to calm me down.

I placed the cap back on the water bottle after taking several swigs from it. As I was doing so, I wondered why my pajama pants seemed to have tightened.

I looked down. I was having a hard-on myself.

Dammit, Plan, dammit!