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My favorite hockey players as pictures of cats

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sometimes baby girl is a 44 y/o man

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wet // Ryan Ross

summary: Ryan gets out of the shower and finds that his body looks really nice. Ryan Ross appreciation. thats it.

warnings: very suggestive but nothing explicit, naked Ryan Ross, suprisingly dosn't talk about his dick, BREIF mention of an ed, soft (i think), lowercase intended, drabble

word count: 1.4k

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Ryan stepped out of the shower and pulled a freshly washed, pristine, white towel around his waist. drops of warm water fell from his hair and onto the cold, bare tile making a sheen of puddles where he walked from the shower to the bathroom counter. he quickly wiped the condensation off the mirror with his hand to be met with his reflection reflecting his wet, tangled hair on top of his head.

Ryan stood there as he watched the yellow hotel bathroom light flicker over his face, his chest, arms, down his stomach, and it even reached his legs behind the counter. the wall to his left was covered floor to ceiling in one giant mirror, which apparently the hotel was fancy enough for but not fancy enough for decent, non-yellow lighting. 

he turned so he could see his whole body, but quickly saw the mirror covered in a wet, blurry mess. with a sigh he grabbed the other towel that was on the small shelf and brought it to the mirror. he reached as high as he could, both hands above his head, and wiped one long strip down to the floor, where he left the towel. with two steps back he was able to see the full of his body in the path he cleared. 

the yellow light was uneven on his pale skin, though at a certain angle it defined the muscle in his bicep, and was even able to point out a few soft abs across his stomach. he twisted and turned looking at himself, and at one point he rolled the top of the towel to get a good look at his thighs, and he set it low on his hip to peak at his v-line. both were delightfully defined, not as much as he wished but they were pretty enough to live with without gym work.

Ryan took two steps closer back to the mirror. water was still dripping from the mess of his hair to the floor and onto his chest and back. his eyes traced one that fell from his shoulder, leaving a trail down his arm before finally dripping off his middle finger. there was a dull hum from the lights that registered in Ryan’s ears. it would slowly pick up in volume before quickly dropping back down to where it was hardly heard. he rolled his eyes now that he noticed it and tried to drown it out with the very faint music he accidentally left playing in the hotel room. 

Ryan quickly focused his eyes back on himself in the mirror. 

not on his face. not yet. his collarbones. his collarbones poked out slightly, creating divots into his neck. he took the index finger of his left hand and with a feather-light touch. he placed it in one of the divots. the tip of his calloused finger oh-so-slowly began to drag down. 

he first went across his chest from left to right. twice. feeling the smooth muscle and occasionally sweeping across the small, accidental scratch left from his nail a few days ago. one of his favorite parts of his body. it looked stunning and was starting to become an accessory to his outfits. always keeping the first two or three buttons of his button ups undone to show it off.

after his chest he went down to his pecs. they were firm without him having to flex them. he had seen some men who had no muscle there. just fat. and it had made them straight up look like boobs on certain people. he was glad that his weren't like that. his were toned and not overly muscle-y; they were the perfect size for his body. 

next, he glided his finger down the center of his stomach, in between the subtle muscle that indistinctly prodded through the very minimal pudge. Ryan was a very healthy weight, maybe just bordering on underweight but no matter what he would eat to gain at least five pounds more, nothing made his weight fluctuate permanently. no one could even tell he had a bit of pudge, if it could even be called that. he was happy though. very happy. growing up, and even into the early years of his twenties,  he had just been a pile of boney limbs stacked on top of eachother due to a not so healthy “diet” he forced himself into. which he was never found of. now, he has meat and muscle, something he was way more proud of than being overly skinny. something he wanted to show off. something he smiles at when he sees it. 

following his stomach, his fingers grazed over the top of the towel, and while doing so his fingernails swept over his hip bones. it almost tickled and he smiled. he circled his hip a few times. drawn out strokes tracing over the veins that disappeared behind the expanse of the towel. he poked at freckles he never noticed before. it’s been a while since he’s taken a good, proper look at himself. not that he used to do it regularly, but always seems to forget to check his body out even for health reasons. 

Ryan shifts his weight between his feet and dips a finger below the makshit waistband the towel created, and finally moves his right hand to grasp where he had it tied up. his hand curled around the corners as he slowly began to pull it away from his still slightly damp skin. his eyes closed as he felt the cool air hit where the towel once was and he dropped it onto the counter to his right. both hands went down to run alond the front of his hips to the top of his thighs, back and fourth a few times.

it was another minute of just staring at himself. eyes roamed where they previously were. eventually his eyes fell off the mirror as he looked down at his actual body, not his reflection. the light looked less harsh on his skin than it did in the mirror. it was still very much yellow but it was defused over his skin to look soft and surprisingly smooth. its weird how mirrors can do that. Ryan moved his right hand over to his left that was hanging by his hip. again with the tip of his finger and the lightest touch he could manage he started at the knuckle of his middle finger and worked his way up. up over the bumps of his veins that went from his hands to his biceps. in unison he twisted his arm, still keeping it down by his side, so that the inside of his arm could recive some attention. the veins were more prominent on this side. an extra minute was spent tracing over just his forearm. years of playing guitar added to the look and muscle of them and built them up to where they were. he was able to keep them looking nice while doing something he loved instead of weights or gym work.

Ryan smiled and giggled, starting to feel silly looking at himself. he ran both of his hands up his arms and crossed them to grab onto the opposite shoulder. almost like a hug as he continued to giggle. the heat finally started to seep out of the bathroom and cold air was slowly replacing it. his hair stopped dripping and the water drops all slid off of him. damp skin starting to air dry. he was starting to feel cold as well. small goosebumps spread out over his, otherwise smooth, skin.

three loud knocks hit the bathroom door and Ryan jolted where he stood. he quickly scrambled to grab one of the towels, forgetting he had locked the door. "hurry the fuck up Ryan. we're going out for breakfast soon."

he finally reached the towel that he put on the counter but his heart was pounding after being startled. he looked at the door, putting a hand over his beating chest before clearing his throat. "yeah- yeah, gimme a minute. almost done." he said with a sigh. 

Ryan took one last real look at his body in the mirror before quickly brushing the towel over the areas of his body that weren't quite dry yet then running it very quickly and roughly through his hair. 

while finishing up, Ryan continued to peaked at himself in the mirror every so often. biceps flexing and stomach tensing as he pulled on his clothes. he thought he looked pretty damn good. even with the mess of hair on his head. 

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i apologize for rushing the fuck out of the ending.

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so true.

i can take them (not in a fight)

art credit: @ave661

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seeing men’s tits will not fix me but by god does it feel like it sometimes. does it make me feel alive

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this mf got me kickin my legs and shit 👉🏼👈🏼