Trace's eyes widen as Nathan's trim comes into view, the neatly groomed hair a stark contrast against his smooth, tanned skin. Nathan, caught in the act of admiring his own reflection, smirks at Trace. "Like what you see?" he taunts, running a hand down his chest and abs, making the muscles ripple. Trace swallows hard, his eyes locked on Nathan's crotch. Nathan chuckles, taking his time to unbutton his jeans, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his trimmed bush. Trace's hand moves to his own crotch, rubbing the growing bulge through his clothes. Nathan watches, his own hand mirroring Trace's movements, as they both succumb to the intense, teasing tension between them.