Doug sat up and looked at the voice. Eyes widened, jaw when slack and then a moment later he was beet red and looking away. Trying valiently to cover his lap with the lower half of his hoodie - and do it just non-chalently enough that no one would notice. Trying being the operative word.
Blue. Naked. Hot. Naked.
He gulped and did his best to think of something horrifying. Like vomiting up his stomach. Or Carmilla in a bathing suit.
...
His legs slowly squeezed shut before he brought one up to cross over the other and clear his throat.