As the ambulance left Robbie couldn't help noticing how James' wet clothes clung to his body, moulding themselves around his toned thighs and chest, the cool air making his nipples erect. "You'll catch your death if you don't get out of those soon", he commented, barely keeping his tone normal. He was grateful they had separate cars.
"I've some spare clothes at the station, I'll change there, it'll be quicker. Unless you want to make Canter sweat, Sir?"
Robbie was the only one sweating at the moment.
James stripped down in front of Robbie without concern, comfortable in and with his own skin. Robbie didn't know where to look (or not look) but was reluctant to turn his back to James. He wasn't going to have many opportunities to see this much of the lad.