Isn't It Bromantic (Bromance Book Club #4) by Lyssa Kay Adams

            Colton eased Vlad down on the edge of the tub. Yan picked up the conversation and looked at Malcolm. “What about football players?”

            He shrugged. “We can peel the fucking paint from the walls.”

            “Boys, trust me, you’re all equally rank,” Colton said. “Can we just get Vlad hosed off, please?”

            “You don’t have to wash me,” Vlad grumbled. “Just help me in and out.”

            “No way, dude,” Gavin smiled. “I want to wash your hair.” He made a scrunchy gesture with his fingers. “All that thick, glossy luxuriousness.”

            “Fuck off,” Vlad growled.

            “Okay, stank ass,” Colton said. “We gotta stand you up and strip you naked.”

            Vlad grabbed Colton’s outstretched hand and stood on one leg. Balancing, he lifted his T-shirt and tossed it. Someone wolf-whistled, and Vlad growled again.

            “Now the pants,” Colton said. “Just whip ’em down and get it over with.”

            After some awkward maneuvering, he managed to pull down his shorts one-handed just enough for him to sit back down on the tub. Gavin stepped forward and pulled them off his legs, and then Vlad spun around on the edge of the tub. He lowered the foot of his good leg into the water. Once again holding on to his friends, he stood so he could inch forward into the tub. But before he could move, Yan whistled. “Damn, man. You could bounce a quarter off that ass.”

            Vlad looked over his shoulder. “Why would you throw a quarter at my ass?”

            “It’s a phrase, nut sack,” Colton said. “Means you have a nice ass.”

            “Of course I do. I am a hockey player. I have hockey butt.” He crouched with their help so he could sit in the water.

            “What’s hockey butt?” Gavin asked.

            “From skating,” Vlad grunted, easing farther into the water. “We get big thighs and butts compared to the rest of our bodies. Makes it very hard to buy pants.”

            Del nodded. “I’ve actually heard that before.”

            “Whatever,” Colton said. “Can we talk about the body hair? You gotta do something about that.”

            Vlad glowered at him. “What is wrong with my hair?”

            “It’s not supposed to be everywhere.”

            Vlad gestured at his body. “This is how I am made. I am big, and I have a lot of hair.”

            Colton shrugged. “I’m just saying a wax treatment on your chest every now and then wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

            Malcolm smacked his head. “Knock it off, Colton. Body-shaming is unacceptable.”

            “I’m not body-shaming. I’m saying the dude has a hairy chest.”

            “Yeah, that is body-shaming. A man can’t help how much hair he’s born with any more than a woman can control whether she has a thigh gap. All bodies are beautiful.”

            Vlad squeezed his eyes shut and thanked God that Elena wasn’t around to overhear any of this.

            “Okay, we got your magnificent ass in the tub,” Malcolm said. “Do your thing, Gavin.”

            “I can wash my own hair,” Vlad grumbled.

            Mack pointed at him. “Shut up and let us take care of you.”

            Gavin crouched on his knees next to the tub. “Someone hand me the shampoo.”

            Vlad heard the creak of the glass shower door, and then Del handed Gavin a blue bottle of men’s shampoo and conditioner combo.

            “Dude, that cheap shit will dry out your hair,” Mack said as Gavin squeezed a large dollop onto Vlad’s head. “You should be using a regular conditioner at least once a week.”

            “I don’t use a conditioner,” Gavin said, digging his fingers into Vlad’s hair like he was kneading dough. Vlad closed his eyes because it actually kind of felt good.