Robert raised a curious brow at the Swede wondering at first what it referred to, though the shampoo bottle cleared that up.

Stepping out of the water, and toward the guitarist, he shook some of the water out of his curls before the hands were in them. No matter what his mind was saying the touch felt so good he moaned. The driver slid his hands across the wet skin at Erik's waist, pulling him in and kissing him while the younger man worked the shampoo into his hair. Everything right now was erotic, sensual and Robert pressed into Erik.