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Who: Zell (open)
When: 800
Where: Showers
What: Doing a rain dance. J/k, he’s taking a shower!
Rating: NC17



He was an early arrival having been hauled in like a sack of potatoes that morning, albeit a feisty bag. He skipped his hearing and was hunted down rather doggedly by the police, damn they were persistent. Too bad they were immune to boyish charm and fast talking, Zell would have had them wrapped around his little finger.

Regardless, it had been a long night and an interesting morning. He was dead beat tired and looked rather like a cat that had been caught in the muffler of a car. Yeah, he was really ruffled and mud-stained so a shower was probably a small prison luxury. It was no doubt a touch uncomfortable for a newbie in a communal shower, but if he thought of it as a Japanese sentō it seemed cool…just a little…as long as they kept their hands off his ass it would all be good!

Just because he was short didn’t make him an all-you-can-eat-shrimp-buffet, and he was rather sensitive about the height issue. Though in retrospect he should have been used to height jokes, but his quick temper set him off the deep end very quickly.

Apart from that a hot shower felt pretty damned good!

Still, there was one thing he couldn’t help thinking about, the one person who was always on his mind, his dear ma. Zell really didn’t like to let people down, but the one he hated letting down the most was his mother. Damn, what would she say, what would she think? Not usually one to get lost in thought, or to think at all, he seemed dazed out when it came to this subject and he didn’t even notice his surroundings much.

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Zell didn’t recover too quickly, but when he did the entire situation seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks. Not only that, he’d failed miserably at making the tall blonde succumb to him instead of the other way around. And what could be worse the other was walking off half-cocked feeling triumphant and writing it off as very casual. Thinking about it the other had been frustrated when he’d come in here so that meant the tall fuck-tard probably had a lover and was venting on him. Shit! So that was it, no frickin’ wonder he was so nonchalant about it!

Zell growled low in his throat the passion completely extinguished from his eyes and if he had something he could chuck, he probably would…right at the inflated head! Standing up the youth brushed his hair back with one hand his gaze still fixed irritably on the retreating form, “forget it! Go get your jollies somewhere else psycho. This deal was one time only!”

Zell really needed another shower, he had some time he could rinse and wash his face and that’d be okay. His body still felt shaky on his legs, how could he have gotten this caught up? He’d be careful around that guy; whoever he was he was a menace and seemed to enjoy teasing the tattooed blonde quite a bit. Returning to the shower he’d been using he quickly rinsed off and washed his face, the last thing he felt was his neck and he could tell the other left a mark there from sucking on his skin. There was a slight difference in texture and when he found it all that could be heard echoing through the shower was, “DAMN!”

And one more thing, he didn't even know the bastard's name, damn.