—okay nope challenge failed.

"He's really cute."

“He is! Shame about all the torturing him I’m gonna do.”

"Don't worry, I'll torture you and then it will all be even."

“...what are the odds I actually get dressed before we get to round two?”

"Depends on how tempting you are."

“Some breakfast menu somewhere probably calls bacon tempting.”

"If you keep being all down on yourself I'm just going to have to convince you you're hot."
.

“Oh no. Terrible. Not at all an outcome I’m into.”

"Shitty incentives, maybe."

They're at the hookup closet! Asher takes the opportunity to do pullups on the bar the clothes hang on. He is only a little bit showing off.

Now he’s laughing again.

He doesn’t even bother trying to be seductive about it, as he peels the suit off. It takes a little contortion.

The scars run down from his face all the way to his feet, covering about half of his body. Half of what would have been the clean foot is burned, too, up the leg. He has a spectacular number of little straight scars up the clean arm and on the thigh. The one nipple that’s immediately perceptible is pierced.

Several of those things look like things he doesn't want to comment on!

"Nice nipple ring."

Oh, right. Asher is looking at him.

He manages not to try to hide anything — okay, he sort of twists away, but that barely even counts.

“I’ve only got one left! Gotta compensate somehow!”

Wow is it suddenly heartbeat in here?

"We had great sex and then I asked you out, I'm not gonna freak out about what you look like."

He flips himself over the closet bar.

—now he’s distracted from being self-conscious.

“Yeah, I...you’re just the second person who’s...seen all this. Ever.”

Asher kicks his legs out in front of him so his body is parallel to the ground, his arms straight and holding on to the bar. He does not appear to be making discernible effort. 

"I feel special!"

“—oh, come on. That shit’s just not fair.”

"Some of us don't have superpowers! We have to get in shape to beat up bad guys the old-fashioned way."

"I get in shape! I work out! You have a flying robot suit, you don't need to be able to bench press a cow."

"Well, maybe some of it is to seduce pretty boys with nipple rings and eyeliner and a side of bacon."

Okay, now he's laughing again.

...also, at this height, he can totally come up behind Asher and bite his neck.

He lets out a sharp sound between his lips. "You keep that up and I might not let you put on clothes again."

"Might not let me put clothes on."

Bite.

"Like you could stop me."

"Is that a challenge?"

Asher sort of shifts himself forward so he won't land on Z, then lets go. He's falling straight down, and at the last second he sort of twists and he's in a crouch.

"Maybe."

He casually reaches past Asher for a shirt.