Carlos kept smiling and nodded. “Yeah… sure,” he said,
trying to sound at least a little casual and not nervous at all; or not as
nervous as he was. “Do you… wanna run and get us some towels while I look for a
fresh pair of underwear?” Carlos cringed a little at his wording – he should
have just said ‘clean clothes’.“Yeah, alright. I’ll get the bath started and find us some towels.” He still wasn’t sure Carlos really wanted to do this, but if he said he did, he’d trust the other man was telling him the truth. With a little smile, Hancock got up and pecked him on the cheek then headed into his bedroom, stripping out of his first few layers of clothing before stepping into the bathroom to start a bath and pull out towels, setting them near the tub.
Carlos smiled a bit at the kiss on the cheek. It always gave
him little tingles when Hancock kissed him. Every
time.
Carlos got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes –
for now just a set of boxers and his undershirt. He thought for a moment but then also
searched for a pair for Hancock. Though what he found, distressed him a little
bit – Hancock’s briefs obviously had seen better days… maybe twenty years ago.
They were clean just… not white. Carlos decided to go grab another pair of his
instead for Hancock before heading to the bathroom, making a mental note to
find out Hancock’s waist size and seeing about ordering some from Daisy.
Carlos poked his head in and smiled over at Hancock. “Hey.”
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