Copter's POV

I slowly and reluctantly stepped into the bathroom.  I'm sure that P'Kim could hear the pounding in my chest.  He was wearing his midnight blue boxer shorts with thin stripes of light blue.  He turned around to show me his back and it was indeed still dripping wet.

With trembling hands I started to wipe his back dry.  I started from his upper back going from left to right, then down to the middle, tracing his spine and when I reached the lower back I wiped from side to side then he turned around waiting for me to dry off his wet chest but I declined.

"I think you can manage to dry off your front," I said handing him his towel.

"I can only manage from my stomach down, but it hurts my arms to reach up to my chest," he said, "please Copter, just this one small favor.  I'm sure by tomorrow I'm gonna be okay."

I rolled my eyes but I had to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I started wiping the side of his neck and then down to his chest.  I didn't mean to rub the towel against his nipple but when I did he gasped, "uhh..." the sound for some reason turned me on and I dropped the towel and tried to leave the bathroom but he was faster than me.

He closed the bathroom door and pressed me against it.

"P'Kim..." my voice trailed away as he lowered his head and kissed my neck.  I could feel the wetness of his lips.

I knew that if I did not do or say anything, the situation was going to escalate.

"P'Kim, I have a boyfriend," I said the first thing that entered my mind.

His eyes widened and looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets.  He quickly withdrew from me and moved away like I had a contagious disease.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, "you should have told me earlier."

He quickly left the bathroom looking very pale.

Kimmon's POV

Bas was begging me to play another video game but I told him we could do it another time.  P'Godt then quickly offered to play with Bas which I thought was good because I felt that Bas should have more interaction with P'Godt than with me since they were going to play the roles of Phana and Wayo. Besides I couldn't wait to have some alone time with Copter.

I suggested to Copter that we better go back to our room because the director wanted to us to have an early start the following day.  He stood up reluctantly.  I knew he was having a fun time with Tee and P'Tae.  They were singing together while P'Tae was playing the guitar.

We said good night to everyone and then headed for our room.

As was our routine, I let Copter shower ahead of me.  It never ceases to amaze me how conservative he is in all his actions.  That and his shyness and being soft spoken is what makes him so appealing to me.  He never leaves the bathroom after shower without being fully clothed.  He never shows any extra skin and it's so tantalizing for me.  It just makes me want to rip off his pajama top to see how his skin looks like underneath.

Then a crazy thought entered my head.  Could it be that he is hiding some ugly scars underneath his clothes?  No, please, don't let that be, I told myself, shaking my head.

I took out my own pajamas and when I reached for the upper shelf of our closet to reach for a towel I felt a sharp pain on my left arm and shoulder.  Darn! That perfectionist dance instructor had made us do the dance moves over and over that I guess I had strained the muscles on my left arm and shoulder.

I would have to turn the shower knob to a warmer temperature than usual so as not to worsen the  pain on my arm and shoulder.  I stayed under the hot shower longer than usual to relax my strained muscles and as I stepped out of the shower stall I realized that I had forgotten to bring my towel with me.

I called out to Copter to please hand it over to me.  He looked so shy as he handed me the towel, refusing to look at me but instead keeping his gaze down to the towel.  I do not know what overcame me at that instant because instead of taking the towel from him I grabbed his wrist and asked him to wipe my back dry.

I'm sure it entered his mind that I had wanted him to join me inside the bathroom so I explained to him that the strenuous and repetitive dance moves had strained my arms and it was painful for me to reach my back to dry it.

He looked so adorably shy that I was sorely tempted to take him into my arms.  After he dried my back he made a move to walk away but I said that I could not reach my upper trunk as well.  He sighed and rolled his eyes.  I was worried that he was going to refuse but to my relief he took the towel and started to rub the sides of my neck and my shoulders.  His nearness was starting to turn me on.  When he rubbed the towel against my nipple an involuntary gasp came out of me.  He looked up at me wide eyed, dropped the towel and turned around to leave but I couldn't hold back anymore.  I quickly closed the bathroom door and pressed him against it.

The soft fragrance of his bath soap and shampoo was so intoxicating.  I leaned towards him and lowered my head to access his neck.

My lips had barely touched his skin when he pushed me away and said, "P'Kim, I have a boyfriend."

At first his words did not register in my brain.  When it did I found myself saying over and over, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I had no idea.  You should have told me earlier."