Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

14

Pooh handed Pavel a giant shirt and a towel. 

"Here, change into this."

Pavel looked at the shirt, clearly shocked. 

"You want me to wear just this? This shirt?"

Pooh shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What? It's not like I know your underwear brand or your  size."

He leaned closer to Pavel, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Or do you want me to know your underwear size? Or maybe you'd prefer to wear mine?"

"Shut up!" Pavel snapped, throwing the towel in Pooh's face. Pooh laughed, catching the towel and smiling.

"This way," Pooh said, gesturing for Pavel to follow him.

As they walked through the mansion, Pavel couldn't help but admire the antiques and the luxurious interior. Everything was so ornate and carefully curated, reflecting a taste for the finer things. 

When they reached the bathroom area, Pavel's eyes widened in surprise. It was unlike any bathroom he had ever seen.....completely open, with no door. Two showerheads were positioned in the corner of the black-painted bedroom. Various types of shower gels and body washes were neatly arranged next to them.

Pavel gulped nervously, fidgeting with his fingers. "Is... is this the bathroom?" he asked, his voice uncertain.

Pooh nodded. "Yes, it is."

Pavel sighed, feeling overwhelmed. He had never seen such an open bathroom before. Reluctantly, he placed his clothes on the nearest bed and started to undress slowly. As he was about to remove his pants, he glanced over and saw Pooh sitting on the bed, watching him intently.

"W-what are you doing?" Pavel stammered.

"I'm looking at the view," Pooh said with a smirk, his eyes never leaving Pavel.

Pavel's face flushed. "Leave," he said firmly.

Pooh raised an eyebrow. "Why would I? We both have the same things, so there's no need to worry."

Pavel's heart pounded in his chest, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Pooh, this is not appropriate. Please, just give me some privacy."

"Woah, look at your attitude! You're asking me to leave my own bedroom?" Pooh smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Pavel quickly looked away, not knowing what to say. He ran his fingers through his hair and, feeling a sudden surge of defiance, pulled down his pants, his eyes meeting Pooh's in a teasing challenge.

"Why don't you just remove your underwear too?" Pooh asked, munching on a snack bar, his tone casual.

Pavel almost gasped, stunned by Pooh's audacity. "What the hell are you eating?" he retorted, trying to maintain his composure. "Go and eat somewhere else."

"I'm just looking at my best view and chilling," Pooh replied, now lighting a cigarette. The room started to fill with smoke, creating a hazy atmosphere.

Pavel coughed a bit, feeling the irritation in his throat. He turned on the showerhead, letting the water pour over his body. The warm stream was a welcome relief, washing away some of his tension. He tried to focus on the feel of the water against his skin, but he couldn't shake the awareness of Pooh's presence and the strange dynamic between them.

"Do you always smoke indoors?" Pavel asked, trying to divert the conversation as he lathered up with the shower gel.

"Only when I feel like it," Pooh replied, exhaling a puff of smoke. "You should relax, Pavel. You're too tense."