Everyone gets tan

As Matty soaked in his artificial sun, Kyle and Logan waited outside the tanning booth, their voices echoing softly against the pale yellow walls.

"So, Logan," Kyle began, his voice soft and sweet. "You’ve been a good boy today, would you like a spray tan as a reward?"

Kyle offered, his voice rich and enticing. Logan glanced at him, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Come on, Logan," Kyle coaxed, his voice softer and more persuasive. "Let's indulge ourselves and enjoy some well-deserved relaxation."

Logan hesitated, his gaze flicking between Kyle and the spray tan booth. "Uhm," he murmured, his voice uncertain and wary. "I guess so."

Kyle grinned broadly, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Great!" he exclaimed, his voice warm and encouraging. "Let's get started, then."

As they entered the spray tan booth, Logan couldn't help but feel a wave of trepidation wash over him. He glanced at Kyle, whose infectious enthusiasm seemed to dispel some of his unease. Kyle stripped Logan completely naked including his collar and cage so he could enjoy a nice even tan.

Logan blushed deeply, feeling embarrassed to be seen completely exposed in such a public place. Kyle assured him that everyone was probably too busy focusing on themselves to notice Logan. Logan remained skeptical until Kyle pointed out the other people receiving spray tans, all of whom were wearing swimsuits or shorts. Feeling slightly more at ease, Logan joined Kyle in the spray tan booth.

Inside the booth, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Logan gazed at Kyle, admiring the young man's muscular physique and striking features.

Kyle noticed Logan's gaze and smirked, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Hey, Logan," he teased, his voice deep and sultry. "What's that look in your eyes?"

Logan swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nothing," he muttered, his voice low and gruff. "Just looking at you."

Kyle chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're quite the admirer, aren't you?" he mused, his voice playful and teasing.

Logan reddened, his gaze falling to the floor. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice uncertain and tentative.

Just then a tanning assistant came along ready to begin Logan’s spray tan.

The young woman, dressed in a simple black tank top and denim cutoffs, guided Logan to stand on a raised platform, facing away from the mist machine. "Stand tall, and try to keep still," she instructed, her voice soft and confident. "Don't worry, it's not that cold."

"I'll do my best," Logan replied, his voice laced with self-deprecating humor.

The room hummed with anticipation as the assistant activated the spray tan machine.