I miss having someone just get up in there and tug on it- [He emphasizes his point with a light tug of Logan's own chest hair.] Also combing my hair? Then gelling it up like I'm a fucking Backstreet Boy. Those were the days.

[His abs clench at the attention Logan's paying them, groaning as his mouth closes over his neck. This is way better than anything he thought might happen bursting in on Logan in the shower. It's nearly making him forget why he came in the first place. ]