Van looked up - and up and up - when Brendan stood. He swallowed because here, in the enclosed space between rows of lockers with a bench in the middle, he could see the play of muscle on Brendan's torso in high definition.
He shook his head. "What? No, I'm all sweaty." Looking down at himself, Van knew he didn't want to get his clothes all smelling like sweat. His gym shirt was already soaked and had been discarded before their basketball game.
"I need a shower. You need a shower." Again his dark eyes were on Brendan. "You smelly ogre." Van smirked and, with the ice secured around his ankle, tried to push himself up to stand on his good foot. "Could you help?" Van was already reaching for Brendan, holding onto his bicep to pull himself up.
With everyone else out in the gym, it would be nice to have the showers to themselves. They could take their time without needing to rush. Van had not yet realized that this would also mean seeing Brendan in the nude, for a reason other than a sneeze, for the first time. In a locker room, guys being naked wasn't something he thought too much about.