The locker room!
I actually missed the scene out to begin with. I thought it was a bit corny. It's gay fantasy material and all over the internet - I was reluctant to add to it and lower the tone of the book.
But it had to be done. For one thing I needed to cover this issue Lewis would face being openly gay - he has to go to the locker room with all the other guys knowing his sexuality. Awkward to say the least!
And of course I wanted to cover the hidden attraction both men will feel for each other. I have played a lot of sport in my time and have been in locker rooms with lots of fit naked guys, and believe me - the gay boys check them out! So of course Lewis and Scott do the same. It might be corny but it's a fact of life. Professional sportsmen spend a lot of time in the locker rooms. Statistic say that 10% of men are gay, so you can be sure that at least some of those men in the locker room are checking the others out!
Here's a snippet from that scene I was so reluctant to write...
He headed towards it following his now customary routine: don’t look at anyone who might be naked, don’t give anyone the satisfaction of taking offence. And in this instance it was even more important that he behave himself and not embarrass his idol. Unfortunately that wasn’t going to be as easy as it could have been, because Scott followed him to the end aisle and stopped at his own locker which was only a few yards away on the same side!
Lewis could scarcely believe it. He had dreamed of this scene as a horny young kid, jerking himself off as he imagined all sorts of things. And now here he was so close to the man, practically side by side as they started to strip. Lewis tried to behave and put on the blinkers, but the closeness of him, the sense of him, his rich sporty odour and the aura of Scott’s presence, all acted like magnets
to the lad’s wayward eyes. Glances were sneaked as the top came off – just the merest glimpses, but they were more than enough to send Lewis into a tizzy. The American’s torso wasn’t perfect by any means – not pumped up with muscle like Lee and his boys, skin shaven to show it off to best advantage. There was fur on the chest, more auburn than ginger, and freckles where the skin wasn’t covered by hair, and if the truth be known a little layer of fat round the stomach, although not enough to disguise the ripped abs beneath. Rugged again was the impression created, and for Lewis Macleod as sexy as sin.