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Rohan was perched on a bath stool in the corner shower, balancing a sketchpad meant for watercolors over his knees. Today, he was at a public bath in Morioh to conduct research for his manga. Honestly, where else was better for finding the figures of ordinary everyday men in the nude? Now… if only Rohan could somehow trick his way into the women’s side of the bath to complete his reference collection…

Just then, a staff worker shuffles by and catches Rohan sketching an old man in the stall across from him.

“Excuse me, sir, could you put the sketchbook away? Please be courteous to the other guests-”

Without even looking, Rohan opened the man up into a book and wrote, “I do not see Kishibe Rohan’s sketchpad. I do not know he is drawing.”

The worker closed back up and continued on his path to whatever task he was about to do earlier.

Rohan looks back up to the old man he was sketching, but he had already left while Rohan had been dealing with the problem. The mangaka scowls and goes back to scanning the room for other people.

The changing room door clatters open, and two teens clatter in loudly.

“Jooosuke, I haven’t been to a public bath in so long, it really brings me back, I used ta go with Dad and Big Bro all the time!”

“That musta been cool, Okuyasu.”

Rohan scoots his stool back and to the side and plasters himself to the dividing wall. Oh god, not now… That asshole Josuke would be the one person most likely to get in the way of his studies and even pummel him for no reason. The last thing he wanted was to get completely bodied while in nothing more than a short towel.

To his chagrin, the chattering boys settle down at the stall one diagonally across from Rohan’s, even stealing a stool from a different stall just to sit together. What were they planning? To share the shower head, too? How did they both even fit in there?! Rohan presses himself into he corner even more, trying to hide. …But he sticks his head out a little farther, unable to help his curiosity…

The boys are absolutely filthy, and Josuke is a little battered looking, as if they’ve just been caught in some sort of tussle. Typical.

“Dude, I still can’t believe you tried to do that, even after I told you not to…”

“Sorry, bro, I couldn’t help it! I was too curious, yanno!”

“Yeah, I know!”

Rohan was rolling his eyes at their inane chatter when Josuke, stretching both arms above his head to aim the shower head at his back, caught his attention.

That form…

Those muscles…!

He was perfection incarnate!

To his annoyance, Rohan could feel his pulse and breath quickening, just as it did every time something really caught his interest. Rohan is only just able to wait for Josuke to turn on the water before going back to sketching in a frenzy. Now water is dripping down the smooth curves of Josuke’s shoulders and back, rinsing away the grime and enhancing his sculpted beauty. Rohan reverently adds a water droplet creeping over the star mark on Josuke’s broad left shoulder.

What the hell? This is that brat Josuke I’m drawing. He has no right to command the attention of Kishibe Rohan!

But he knows… this is probably his one chance to capture this divine vision, and Rohan would sooner die than pass it up, pride be damned!

“Ah, oops, should’ve taken this off before rinsing the mud off…” Josuke tugs his towel off and shakes it, Crazy Diamond separating the mud stains from the cloth and letting them fall to the ground, where they swirled into the drain.

Rohan gulps. Josuke’s ass is… enormous. His pencil skitters over the page, caressing perfectly round strokes into its likeness, and carefully marking the crease at the top of his buttocks. The towel goes back around Josuke’s waist, and Rohan realizes he’s supposed to be breathing.

Panting heavily, Rohan turns away from Josuke and sees Okuyasu instead, rinsing out his hair and dragging his thick fingers through nice black tresses. Rohan exhales shakily, sketching that too and carefully placing the X lines exactly how they appeared. Okuyasu was sitting facing Josuke, and was thus only slightly turned away from Rohan, giving him a fantastic view of his chest. Rohan traces those mounds, finally freed from the tacky school uniform, and licks his lips before realizing what he was doing and grumbling in disgust.

Seriously? Rohan was solely an observer. He should be more impartial about what he was seeing.

He sketches on diligently, trying not to enjoy how Okuyasu’s hands are rubbing soap over his abs in circles. Rohan flushed angrily. It was bad enough feeling attraction towards Josuke, but Okuyasu too… Okuyasu was kind of dumb, maybe even dumber than Josuke. And way too noisy. Right now the fool was singing some B’z song out of tune! This wasn’t his private bathroom at home, didn’t he know that?!

“Oh, Josuke, aren’tcha gonna wash yer hair?”

“Ohh man, I totally should… but then I wouldn’t be able to put it back up, and everybody and their mom’s gonna see my hair like that…”

“Oooh, I wanna see… I bet you’d look real hot!”

“Knock it off, Okuyasu, I can’t go around in public without my pomp!” Josuke whips a towel at Okuyasu in annoyance, but leaves it pointed at his friend. “…But maaaybe… if you gave me a hand.”

Rohan’s throat suddenly goes dry. Josuke constantly had his hair in that ridiculous style, and it ruined his potential for looking as godly as his other male relatives. He couldn’t help it… He had to see Josuke with his hair down…!!!

Josuke grabs the shower head and begins wetting down his hair, which slowly began losing its shape. Okuyasu grabs a lot of shampoo and starts working it into Josuke’s locks, wrapping both hands around the back of his head. Josuke’s hair really started tumbling down with each rub, and Okuyasu’s face slowly opened up into a shy look of wonder.

Please, Josuke… Turn around so that I can see too…!

It’s so much hotter in the showers now, and Rohan feels tight and almost uncomfortable all over. He brings his left hand up to wipe at the condensation at his face. Maybe if he… Rohan reaches behind himself and scrabbles at the shower nob, trying to splash cold water over his back.

Josuke vaguely turns towards the source of noise for a second, giving Rohan the profile view he so desperately craved. His hair was relatively short in the back, but a long tangle falls over his face pushed to the side. Damp soapy curls frame the slight upturn of his nose. Rohan jolts and feels a twitch from below, but ignores it to hurriedly record what he saw before the memory could fade.

“Lemme wash yer back for ya, man.”

“Oh, thanks Okuyasu, you’re the best!”

“Naaah, you’re the best!”

“Bro…”

Rohan’s eye twitches, how could these two be so dumb and gooey? Just fuck already, morons.

The two get up and shuffle around in their cramped stall, bumping into each other until they’ve rearranged themselves so that both Josuke and Okuyasu have their backs to Rohan.

The artist watches closely as dark fingers scrub over pale, creamy skin. Rohan draws in a frenzy, trying to capture every minute movement of Okuyasu’s powerful hands, of the subtle press in Josuke’s skin… He was completely enthralled. If only I could touch too.

Okuyasu begins rinsing the soap off of Josuke’s back. Suddenly he lifts his head and looks around behind himself, forcing Rohan to duck behind his wall. When Rohan goes back, he sees Okuyasu draw closer to Josuke… and press a soft kiss to his star.

Rohan stares. His eyes widen, and the corner of his mouth pulls upwards. He’s sweating so much, and his hands are beginning to shake along with the rest of his body. The artist struggles to finish his drawing. It’s… the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.

Okuyasu pushes his torso against Josuke’s back and wraps his arms around his waist, and Josuke lays a hand over Okuyasu’s. The two hesitantly raise their chins and share a kiss in the mist.

“A-ahh-!” Rohan hurriedly clamps a hand over his mouth and doubles over, shaking uncontrollably and clutching his sketchpad for dear life. One foot slips, and white splatters in an arc on the tile before him, staining the inside of his towel, too.

Oh my god…!

Rohan closes his sketchbook. He is done.

Carefully placing it off to the side in a dry spot, he grabs a spare towel and unsteadily wipes the floor. He’d rather not get banned for dirtying the place up.

“Oh, Rohan-senseiii, didn’t see ya there! How’s it goin’?” Rohan freezes. They didn’t hear him, did they…?! He looks up slowly, trying to school his face into a properly disdainful expression.

“Oh, it’s you. I’m simply here to bathe.” The friendlier teen is towering over Rohan, bending down to smile in his face. He doesn’t seem suspicious… but that Josuke… he was turned around in his stool to look over at Rohan skeptically. Fuck that guy.

He looks back up. Okuyasu is still looking down at him expectantly.

“What do you want?”

“Hmm, I was thinkin’ what a great coincidence runnin’ into ya here, Senseh. You wanna head into the bath together?”

“Oh no, I haven’t done the initial washing up yet… Why don’t you two just go on ahead?” Rohan shuffles his legs closer together, starting to feel a little self-aware. Okuyasu looks down briefly.

“Come to think of it… You do smell kinda funny, Rohan-sensei.” Rohan looks up with an offended glare, and Okuyasu quickly adds, “Not like, bad, but like… sharp… I guess. Didja come here after cleaning your bathroom or somethin’?” Rohan tries to hide his alarm.

“Yeah, that was exactly it. I felt like I needed to bathe immediately after, but I didn’t feel like exposing my lungs to the fumes.” Thank god Okuyasu was so oblivious.

“You’re always workin’ so hard, Senseh, lemme wash your back for ya, just kick back and relax!”

“T-that’s really not necessary!” Rohan squeaks when Okuyasu grabs the stool he’s on and pulls him to a better position.

“Yowch! Why is the water so cold, man?” Okuyasu fiddles with the tap and the spray turns warm.

Josuke grumbles from their original stall. “Okuyasu, just leave him, man, obviously he doesn’t want to be disturbed right now.” Josuke grins. “Actually, it’s kinda funny how Rohan would go to a public bath, huh?”

Rohan’s eyebrow twitches. “What’s so strange about that? In fact… I think I will take you up on your offer, thank you, Okuyasu-kun.” He smugly watches Josuke’s face fall flat.

“Yippie! Leave it to me, Senseh!” Okuyasu grabs his stool and plonks it down behind Rohan, grabbing the soap he had used on himself. He starts scrubbing rather gently but firmly, and god does it feel good. Rohan lets out a sigh, by accident. Maybe he would have to reevaluate his opinion of this Okuyasu.

A clatter in front of him startles Rohan out of his relaxed state. Josuke threw his stool down before Rohan and was sitting down facing him… With Josuke right before him and wet hair draped over his face, he seemed more terrifyingly beautiful than ever. Rohan averted his eyes, unable to witness the sight any longer.

“What- what do you want…?!”

“I’m gonna wash your hair, since you’re sitting there doing nothing… and I’ve got nothing to do while I wait for Okuyasu to finish up over here.”

“Don’t you dare lay your hands upon me, do you hear me, you scoundrel?!”

But Josuke just rips his headband off his head and dumps shampoo over Rohan’s cascading hair.

“Senseh, are you really still wearing your headband in the bath? What’s up with that?”

“I need it to keep my hair out of my eyes, obviously!”

Okuyasu massages Rohan’s stiff shoulders a bit, and Rohan relaxes a little. How sublime, producing so much destruction and magical comfort from the same hands…!

Rohan doesn’t mind so much when Josuke brings his hands up and roughly scratches at Rohan’s scalp. That actually feels pretty good too… Oh… I’m going to end up smelling the same as these two… He can’t believe he got double teamed by them though…

“Aren’t you going to wash your front? You’re not gonna make us do all the work for you, are you, Rohan?” Rohan opens his eyes and grumbles at Josuke, but closes them again when Okuyasu scrubs behind his ears.

“Heh… he’s totally out of it.” Rohan vaguely hears Josuke saying. Suddenly his eyes fly open again. There’s hands running down his arms, under his armpits, and over his chest. Smooth thumbs brush over his nipples. Rohan hugs his arms in front of his chest, knocking Josuke’s hands away. He presses his legs together and glares.

There’s no expression on Josuke’s face.

“Sensei… if you don’t wash yourself, you can’t go in the bath…” his voice is low, dark, threatening.

“Duh, Senseh, haven’t you ever been t’ the baths before?” Okuyasu pipes up brightly from behind, rubbing soap on his waist. Rohan turns his head to click his tongue at Okuyasu, opening him up to attack from Josuke in front.

Josuke’s thumbs dig into the grooves between Rohan’s abdominal muscles, and Rohan has to hold back a whine. Damn you, Josuke…! He gulps in air frantically and watches in alarm as Josuke’s hand travels lower and falls onto the towel over his inner thigh.

“You definitely can’t go into the bath… with such a mess down here.” Josuke tears the towel away, revealing his cum spattered hard-on, and Rohan looks up in panic. Josuke has a sly, pleased grin.

“Look what we have here, Okuyasu.” Okuyasu bends to look around Rohan.

“I so called it, man!”

“Yeah, whatever…”

Rohan squeaks, trying to force words out of his mouth. “This… isn’t-”

“What it looks like?” Josuke finishes. “Sure it isn’t.” He lathers his hand up in soap and wraps it around Rohan’s length.

“Aaaahhhh!” Rohan covers his mouth and shuts his eyes, head jolting back and leaning onto Okuyasu’s plush chest.

“Jeez, you’re so lucky the showers are empty right now, dumbass.” Rohan can’t even talk back, there’s too much going on at once, overloading his senses. Okuyasu wraps his arms around the older man, placing one hand over his pec, and the other over Josuke’s hand.

Josuke rubs around under his foreskin, digging around a little bit, making Rohan whimper frantically against his hand. “Don’t forget to wash under here too, Sensei~” Josuke meanly dumps cold water over Rohan’s dick to rinse him off.

Rohan howls and uncovers his mouth. “J-Josuke, Okuyasu-! I’m gonna c-come…!” Josuke kicks his stool back and wraps his mouth over Rohan, catching everything he violently spilled. Once Rohan was done shuddering, Josuke rises, licking off what remained around his mouth.

“And next time, don’t use the public towels to wipe shit up.” Rohan scowls, not being used to being scolded by anyone younger. Okuyasu hugs him from behind, however, and he relaxes a little. If only Okuyasu would kiss him on the neck too…

“How was that, Senseh? Didja like it?”

Rohan breathes in slowly. “That was… acceptable. I’m always open to new experiences.”

“Sweet!” Okuyasu unwraps one arm to grab the shower head off its hook while Josuke laughs. “Lemme rinse ya off, and we can hit the tubs!” Josuke gets up and goes back to his original shower to rinse out his mouth. He looks good, with his head angled up to gargle, baring his thick, powerful neck.

As Okuyasu runs fingers through his hair to get the shampoo out, Rohan idly wonders if this was a one-off, or if he could maybe get used to it. If it was just this once… Rohan lowers his head.

There’s a press of lips to his right shoulder. Rohan jumps.

“Oops, sorry, did ya not like that, Rohan-sensei?”

“Oh, no, that- that was, it wasn’t bad…” Rohan grabs a fresh towel to put around his waist and looks away. Okuyasu plants a hand on top of his head, curse his height advantage, and turns Rohan to look at him.

There’s only enthusiastic affection in Okuyasu’s face, and Rohan wants to draw that too. Josuke taps him on the shoulder blade and asks, “Are you guys done yet?”

“Yeah, let’s go, man.” The three leave, with Rohan trapped in the middle.

They climb into a hot tub and plaster themselves to Rohan’s sides.

“Yo, this is the life! The price is pretty good, too, maybe I can afford to come here often with ya guys!”

“…I have a large jacuzzi at home.”

“Really, Rohan-senseh?! That’s totally sick!”

“I wouldn’t mind if you used it, so long as you did the cleaning.”

“That’s one sweet deal, yo!”

Josuke turns to Rohan, lifting his hair out of his face. “You know, you’re a little cool after all, Rohan.”

“I’m very cool, Josuke.” Rohan corrects. He crosses his arms and leans back against the tub, smiling.