Apocalypsis 02 - Warpaint

Bodo. Forget it.”
    “No, really. I’m very serious. I haff a problem with my shoulder.”
    “What problem?”
    “Da problem dat it won’t work!” He sounded really frustrated.
    I sighed, quickly deciding that if he were just using this as a ruse to get me in there, I could easily throw him down on the ground. He was in no shape to fight me right now.
    I went around the corner and found myself faced with a half-naked German god. His back was to me, giving me a perfect view of his bare ass. This explains why he looks so damn good in a pair of jeans - pure muscle and nicely formed, too. Wowee wow wow. I gave myself a mental shake, trying to focus on my purpose for being there. Help him with his injury, Bryn. Don’t look at his man-parts.
    “I can’t take my shirt off. My shoulder is bad.”
    I walked up closer and stood behind him, trying like heck not to look down at his bare butt. It was difficult, especially because he was so much taller than me. I wouldn’t have to look far to get an excellent view.
    “Which one?” I asked.
    “On da right.”
    I reached up and put my hand on it, feeling around for signs of abnormalcy but finding nothing. “It’s not out of joint.”
    “Maybe it’s chust something is torn. Dis is not goodt.”
    “Here … ” I lifted the edge of his shirt up from the bottom, pulling it with only a little difficulty over his left arm and then his head. I noticed that he was able to help me with his left arm, but the other one stayed limp by his side. When he tried to lift it, he flinched and made sounds like he was feeling some pretty serious pain.
    I turned to leave so he could finish the rest of it alone, but his words stopped me in my tracks.
    “Aren’t you going to help me?”
    “I did already. You can do the rest.” My heart was racing. I knew if he turned around, I was going to see him entirely naked now; and my imagination didn’t even have to be very good to know what I would see if that happened. He was incredibly well-built, tall, and gorgeous. There was just something about him, something special that made him uber attractive -probably more so than he should have seemed-and it was freaking me out. My brain kept telling me to keep walking and not look back; but some other part of me was telling me to turn around and to hurry up about it.
    “I can’t do da shower machine and da soap bottles or anything. I’m like a big baby over here with only one arm.”
    “I’m not your momma.” Not even close, holy crap! I was seriously sweating now. I tried to make my voice steady but it wavered anyway, making me sound like a totally wimpy, scaredy cat.
    “I know dat. But you’re da only one who can help me.”
    “I’ll go get Peter.”
    “No! No offense to our little friend, but no man-hand iss gonna touch Bodo’s naked body. I’m sorry about dat. You haff da girl-hands and dat’s okay for me.”
    I turned around to tell him I knew what his little plan was, but the words froze in my mouth.
    Bodo had turned to face me without me hearing him do it. He stood there with his t-shirt mostly off, the rest of him completely naked. He pulled the shirt from his right side with his left, wincing with the pain and dropping it on the ground, now giving me an eyeful of the closest thing to male perfection that I was probably ever going to see.
    “I promise, I will be a goodt boy. Just help me. One time. I will be better tomorrow.” He didn’t make any funny faces or sound any different. He was completely comfortable in his own skin and not one bit shy about letting me see every inch of it.
    I closed my eyes, trying to think straight, but I couldn’t do it when he was standing there in all his glory, looking at me. His image was burned into my mind and even with my eyes shut, it’s all I could see. Every time I tried to form a coherent thought in my head, it scattered around into pieces and the words stopped making sense.
    “Fine. One time and that’s it.” I opened my eyes. “And keep your hands to yourself.”
    “Okay, dat’s fine. I will do dat. It’s not a problem.”
    I walked past him, keeping my eyes on the ground, searching for the soap bottles. I located them under the hoses and reached up to loosen the clips that held the water back.
    He took a couple steps over to stand next to me.
    “Wait!” he said.
    “What?”
    “You’re gonna get wet.”
    “So?”
    “So you didn’t bring any clothes. You can get sick walking aroundt in wet clothes all da