OOM - Eric's room, Athelstan

[onceaviking]

The room is cool and tidy.
There's a bed (huge and covered in red bedding), a desk with a closed laptop, and a small table with a couple of low chairs. They're draped with skins (deer and sheep), with carved backs.

Eric turns to face Athelstan.

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[athelstanthescribe]

He's immediately diverted by everything in the room, walking around to examine the shower heads.

"...well, you did tell me you liked showers."

[onceaviking]

"I do," Eric agrees, stepping under the steaming spray, and running his hands down his body.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan follows suit, picking up one of the bottles and sniffing at it.

He may be trying to avoid looking too obviously at Eric's naked body.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't seem to notice anything.
He is just washing up. Very thoroughly.

There's a lot of lather.

He tips his head into the spray, eyes closed, and begins to wash his hair.

[athelstanthescribe]

He squeezes a good dose out of the bottle in his hand, steps under the water and starts lathering as he assumes he's supposed to. He peers at the label after a moment, trying to decide if it's meant for hair as well, then just goes with it.

Naturally, he then manages to get it in his eyes, flailing and trying to wash it out.

[onceaviking]

Eric sighs.

"Hold still. Here."

Athelstan's head is grabbed, his eye is held open, and he is moved under the running water.
Eric really is very strong.

And naked. And slick.

"There. Better?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", he says, dousing his hands and wiping at his eyes once they're dripping wet. "Much. Sorry."

[onceaviking]

He dries Athelstan's face off with one large hand.
More gentle than he'd be comfortable admitting to being able to be.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan wouldn't dream of telling anyone. He peers up at Eric, meeting his eyes steadily.

"Thank you. Again."

[onceaviking]

Eric sighs. Again. Just a little.
"You don't tell people 'thank you' after sex, Athelstan."

Not little monk.
Athelstan.

"They are not doing you a favor."

[athelstanthescribe]

"But you have done me others. You've been... kind. Which will stay between us."

[onceaviking]

"It had better," Eric mutters.
He likely isn't joking.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Don't worry", he says dryly. "I'll have a care for your reputation."

[onceaviking]

That earns him a just as dry (and perhaps slightly amused) snort.

Eric steps out of the shower and starts drying off.

[athelstanthescribe]

And Athelstan finishes washing himself, more carefully with the lather around his eyes this time, before he does the same.

"...how do they make these towels so fluffy?"

[onceaviking]

"They're made on machines. And they are washed and dried by machines, too," he replies, toweling off his hair.

[athelstanthescribe]

"And this is that cotton, that grows in the unknown parts of the world?"

[onceaviking]

He nods.
"So are the sheets on the bed. Egyptian cotton."

Little luxuries.

[athelstanthescribe]

"It was very... smooth", he remembers, for lack of a better word to describe it. "The Egyptian kind is the best?"

[onceaviking]

"Mm," Eric says in a affirmative purr.
Then he drops the towel on the floor and stride back into the room. Naked.
Still hard.
Unconcerned.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan stares, then catches himself, finishes drying off, and scuttles after Eric to reclaim his clothes.

"It must be expensive. But you can store away a lot of money in a thousand years."

[onceaviking]

"Yes. If you're smart about it."
Eric sits down on the bed and looks up at him.

"And if you know a magic bar where you can prepare yourself for what the future might hold. Financially."

[athelstanthescribe]

"By storing your money and gold here?" he guesses, stepping over to get his trousers.

[onceaviking]

"And by knowing which goods to buy and which not to trade," Eric replies.

He lets his eyes rest on Athelstan's body. Pink from the hot water.
It's a good look.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Of course, knowledge of the future - " He glances up and catches Eric looking, not that Eric was trying to hide it, and - ridiculously, given what they did not half an hour ago - goes a bit pinker in the face.