"Poetic justice- I turn you gay, I turn you back," He finally gave up on trying to dry the hair, letting it fall in damp waves at his shoulder. The towel was tossed at Ray, with a Look. "Well, are you going to stand there and watch, or get hands-on?" Greg didn't sound like he would mind either option, still, he was impatient, and still aroused, even after the paces he'd been putting himself through