**-----------Ash's POV--------------**
I walked out into the empty changing room, my towel draped over my shoulder, returning to my bag. I started to slowly dry myself, watching Chris slowly exit a few minutes after. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride seeing his unsteady footsteps.
*"He's never going to forget that."* I though grinning.
He walked to his own locker, pulling out a large gym bag which seemed full. Shrugging, I watched as he pulled out some clothes.
Chris started to put his boxers on when I interrupted, "Leave them off -- you won't need them."
He hesitated before putting them back in his bag, slipping on a pair of shorts and t-shirt on. The clothes did nothing for him, the shorts unfitted, the t-shirt too big and drowning his lean frame.
*"And covering that beautiful ass."*
I shrugged to myself; I'd have him out of them again soon enough. I slipped on a pair of boxers and flip lops, walking bare chested out of the building.
The smell of salt filled the air as we headed to my van as a faint wind buffeting us, the last rays of the setting sun illuminating the way. I had parked my van in the car park, my home, my rolling adventure for the next three months.
Chris looked unsure as he saw the white transit. "Don't worry," I reassured him, "You'll only scream cause you're riding my dick."
I slid the door open, showing off the cosy inside. Along the far wall was a single bed, made of pallets and covered with a mattress, colourful blankets draped across it. I had laid a bright tan carpet on the floor, with several tables stuck to the wall and folded away. Mason jars filled with fairy lights were strung across the ceiling as some bright orange wall hangings brought a bit more colour into the space.
"Shit," Chris whispered unsure, "This is yours."
"Yeah," I climbed on the bed, kicking off my shorts, "I built it."
Chris looked at me naked, admiring the view. Sighing I waved him over.
"Get the fuck in and beside me." I instructed, patting the small bed beside me.
He climbed in slowly, shutting the door behind him as I turned on the lights, a faint glow filling the space.
He made to sit, but I shook a finger at him.
"Nope -- no clothes on the bed, that's a rule."
Chris looked awkward as he started to take his t-shirt off, standing there in just his shorts in front of me. I had a quick look to make sure he was enjoying himself, and to my relief I saw that he was.
I smiled at him, "Fuck, you're enjoying this aren't you, look at that tent in those shorts."
Chris went to cover it instinctively.
