It didn't take that long for him to wash - cold showers were not pleasant enough to draw out - and then he came back with chattering teeth that he was trying to keep from chattering, wrapped in the towel.

He left his discarded underwear on the pile of his clothes and then climbed into bed, shedding the towel in favour of getting under the sheets.

He was naked, trembling and therefore eagerly cuddling up to Jonathan. Who was fully dressed. Well, no one had said this night would be normal. "Remind me to buy you some decent shower gel. That stuff is a hate crime. I'd rather use nothing than smell like that."

Which was why he had used nothing.