Scott heard a giggle as he turned the water off, shaking his head before opening the glass door and stepping out. He looked around the bathroom not seeing anyone, but he also noticed that his towel was missing from the rack he'd hung it on.
"Mitchy?"
The little trill of laughter that followed brought his eyes to the door that was cracked open. He could just make out Mitch standing on the other side, holding his towel.
Scott stood unashamed and tilted his head to the side, "What are you doing?" he asked with a smirk.
"Well I put your towel in the dryer so it be warm and toasty for you when you got out but," Mitch paused as he stepped into the bathroom, "I find that I'm quite enjoying the view."
"Is that so?"
He watched as Mitch nodded slowly, raking his eyes down his body and back up to meet his eyes, "Mhmmm."
"And are you going to do something about it?"
Mitch took another step toward him and looked up from under his eyelashes, nodding again, "Absolutely."
