Never Gonna Hurt You

‘I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes;
And, but thou love me, let them find me here-‘

“Oh forget it!”

The paperback book was shut closed by a disgruntled fifteen-year-old boy. He ran a hand through his jet black hair as he set the book back on his desk, deciding to give Shakespeare a rest. The spring sun was taunting him with its beauty from the window, beckoning him to come outside and enjoy the sunshine. Sadly, he was stuck in his dorm room, pressured into doing an assignment he was not fond of.

Adrian James had been one of the smartest students in his year, and he was planning to keep it this way. If he really wanted to be Washington Preparatory School’s senior class valedictorian when the time came, he would have to earn it. This meant spending countless hours in his room studying and finishing homework, leaving no time for walks out on the school grounds or observing nature at its finest. Also, he would have to complete his English essay. On average, it was easy for him to finish, but Mr. Thompson had made this essay particularly complicated. ‘Describe why the gist of Romeo and Juliet is used in today’s pop culture’. Adrian would have loved to write that the media loves to add tragedy to everything, and two reckless teenagers who are scared shitless of their parents fits the bill perfectly. Unfortunately, Mr. Thompson would not accept such an obvious answer, so he had to actually think about it.
If this was not enough, his chemistry exam was not too far away and he had not even glanced at the indicated chapters. Next to that, several other textbooks were stacked nearby with papers stuffed in between the pages. An opened envelope sat near him with pretty cursive letters on the side; he scolded himself for forgetting about this.

‘Gotta write to Mom when I’m finished,’ He thought.

Adrian was not sure how much he could take of this. In his first years at Washington Prep, he had been able to handle the workload with ease. Now, he felt the stress wearing him down. Just looking at his cluttered desk exhausted him. He held his head in between his hands, trying to calm himself down by closing his eyes and breathing calmly. At times, Adrian wished that he could just forget all of this for a little while. His life would be simpler if he could get away from all his work, but he knew if he did, he would never get it done.

“Ding-Dong!” A cheerful voice said at his door.

He turned his chair towards the door to see a handsome, athletic brunette leaning against the door frame. Eddie Barracks was a grade above Adrian, but they still slept in the same dormitory. The younger boy could not help but stare at Eddie. He was wearing part of his school clothes, his strong structure being undefined by the white shirt and burgundy slacks. Shoulder length strands of chocolate brown curtained his chiseled face, layering right in front naturally. His height reminded him of a monster, being an inch or two above six-feet. In spite of this, Adrian still admired him. There were so many fine qualities Eddie had to offer his girlfriends. He was strong, bright, and eccentric twenty-four hours a day. Adrian never knew a time when Eddie was not happy. It was as if his smile was plastered to his face like that for all eternity. This did not him, however. He adored the fact that Eddie was a cheerful person, because it put some light into his life, for even a few minutes. It would have been wonderful if he could see that smile all the time, and not just when he reached his dorm room.

Surely, Eddie probably did not feel the same way about him, but why would he if he had? Adrian was a small, scrawny boy with untidy black hair. He was not very coordinated; he could never throw a football properly or swing a bat without hurting someone. With all his stress, it was hard for him to ever be positive about anything, excluding moments when he managed to finish a load of work before the day was out.

“What’s up, man?” Eddie asked as he looked around,

“Not much. Just getting some work done.”

“Dude, is that all you ever do?” He plopped down on Adrian’s bed and propped himself up on his elbows, “Don’t you wanna go out and get some sun? You look like a ghost.”

Adrian admitted that he did look a bit paler than normal. He had not left the comfort of his dormitory for a while, with the exception of food and hygiene. “I can’t. Thompson gave us an essay, and as I recall, he gave all his classes the same assignment, including yours.”

“I’m planning to do it later. I’m just gonna bullshit it anyways…Might as well leave it for later, right?”

That was the thing about Eddie he did not understand. When it came to academics, Adrian worked himself ‘till he passed out on his homework, but Eddie wrote a few words on a paper for a minute or so and got a decent grade. Adrian somewhat envied that. He would use the excuse of favoritism. Since, Eddie was the MVP of the football team, so the teachers could have thought he’d play better if he thought he was passing. This worked. Eddie exercised, practiced, put his all into winning a game believing he was the greatest thing alive. The numerous scholarships he received from schools came along with the A’s, only pushing his ego further. Apparently, being a “good student” and a “spectacular player” was a package deal for colleges.

“Right,” Adrian agreed, and then turned back to his desk.

“When do you think they’re going to serve dinner? I’m starving,”

“Maybe around six or seven,”

“Well, we got a few hours to kill before then, wanna go outside?”

“Not really, Ed, but thanks,”

“You honestly can’t like studying all the time? I personally think it’s boring. I’d rather play ball or something…”

“Working is the only thing I’m good at. I suck at sports,”

“So? At least get out. Come on, I’ll teach you how to throw a ball if you want.”

“Maybe later.”

“Adrian…” Adrian shivered slightly at this sultry call, “Come on Adrian…Play with me…I’m bored.”
The way Eddie called him made his stomach flutter with butterflies. It sounded somewhat seductive, and it appealed to him. He imagined Eddie saying the same thing, only under different circumstances. Eddie would be naked on his bed, positioned the way he was now, touching himself as he stared at him attentively. They would spend time admiring and loving one another; having the benefit of their company. Eddie’s face would contort with pleasure from penetrating him; his large hands gripping Adrian’s hips as the smaller boy rode him, moaning and rolling his eyes backward as he came.

“Adrian? You alright, man?” Eddie’s voice brought him back to reality, where they were just friends and nothing more,

“Yeah, I’m alright. Let’s go outside,” He said, thinking on his feet, “I could use some sun…”

“Cool.”


Washington Prep’s football field was a large plot of land with two goal posts at either end and several trees lined up behind it in the distance. Adrian saw some of his classmates scattered around, playing their own games in the sun. It was a rare occurrence that he came out onto the field to do anything other than watch a sport. He did not like the idea of running when the humidity was bringing him down; being tackled by boys taller and stronger than himself, or having to worry about the ball hitting him in the face. In spite of that, he was glad to be doing something with Eddie other than just talking.

“Alright, what do you wanna do?” Eddie asked him,

“Whatever you want. You’re the expert.”

His stomach churned when Eddie flashed his usually white smile and jogged ahead of him. “Wait here.”

Adrian stood by the sidelines of field and watched his friend run to the equipment room. It brought a bit of optimism to his life when Eddie and he hung out together. Having Eddie’s aura of joy surround him gave him something to smile about. He wished he could be in that air as long as he wanted.

When Eddie returned, he held a football in his hand; an excited grin on his face. He tossed the ball to Adrian, who caught it in his arms.

“The game’s football and I’m gonna teach you how to play…”

“Wonderful,” Adrian said, a bit unenthused,

“Oh don’t worry, dude. I won’t hurt you…much…” He joked and rung an arm over the smaller boy’s shoulders, “It’ll bit fun, I promise.”

The two of them traveled onto one side of the ground, and Adrian felt a larger body come up behind him.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Adrian asked him, trying to conceal his nerves,

“Showing you how to throw a ball. That’s what I told you I was gonna do when we got out here, remember?”

“But you said we were gonna play-“

“Later. Now, take the ball in the hand you’re comfortable with,” He directed Adrian’s right hand with his own, “Put your fingers in between these white lines,” He pushed his fingers over them, “and when you throw, let the ball run off your fingers. Okay? Try it.”

Adrian felt a twinge of coldness once Eddie let go of him. He wanted Eddie to keep behind him. Nevertheless, he followed these instructions, but could not get the ball to roll off his fingertips, so it did not go far.

“Good try,” Eddie ran to retrieve the ball, “But you gotta let it curl. Do it again.”

This time, the ball went further than before, but far off to the side. Adrian felt a bit triumphant, but defeated as well. He would never be as great of an athlete as Eddie. The only thing he was really good at was studying and learning; not playing a sport like football. Looking at Eddie as he picked up the ball, he was staggered by his contentment.

“That was better. Just don’t throw so far off. It makes it harder for your receiver to catch it.”

The two of them spent half the afternoon learning the basics of football. Adrian eventually adjusted to hurling the ball in the right direction; Eddie taught him about touchdowns and player positions. He had never known how much was put into a simple game like football. He was sure he could be able to deal with a game easily. The only problem was the tackling…

“Alright, I’m gonna charge at you first, so you can see how it’s done,” Eddie said as he walked a few feet from him,

“Um, Ed, I’m not sure about this,”

“Not sure about what?”

“Maybe we should go back inside or do something else,”

“I told you Ade, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’ll tackle you softly, I promise.”

“How’s that even possible?”

It was too late. Eddie had already crouched down half-way, put his knuckles into the ground, and ran towards him. Adrian squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the pain, but unsure of what to really expect. He heard Eddie’s footsteps thump towards him; the loud grunt Eddie gave out made him nearly call out. A part of him said not to be such a whimp and take it; the other said pain was not the nicest feeling in the world.

“Ah!” Adrian screamed as Eddie pounced on top of him.

“Oh shit,” He heard Eddie chuckled above him, “You alright, man?”

“Ow…” He could not ignore the aching he immediately felt in his lower body, his arms had flung on both sides of him and were burning with agony,

“I’m sorry, bro. I didn’t realize what a pussy you were,”

“I’m not a pussy,” He defended, “I just don’t like getting hurt,”

“Pussies usually can’t take pain, but that’s okay. You’re my friend, and I accept your pussiness,”

“Shut up and get off me.”

Eddie continued to laugh for a minute, and then stopped. He stared right into Adrian’s eyes, and Adrian stared back. He loved the hazel color in Eddie’s eyes. They were like liquid gold, swimming around and glittering. He also loved how they were always filled with cheeriness and friendliness when he saw him. It was as if he was happy to see him; Adrian would get butterflies each time they glanced his way. What made this moment even more pleasant was the expression in Eddie’s eyes right then. It was as if he was admiring Adrian and every little feature on his face. He had never felt so protected and secure in his life. Lying underneath Eddie gave him goose bumps. This had been something he had been wanting and now he had it. Timidly, Adrian picked his head upward and placed his quivering lips onto Eddie’s lightly. They were exactly as he had pictured. Their softness reminded Adrian of flower petals in spring. The taste of mint gum on his breath made his mind soar. He did not think there could have any candy sweeter.

After a minute, he broke away reluctantly. Eddie’s face had changed. It now read confused, maybe even a bit disgusted.

“Eddie,” He said his name faintly, “I’m-“

“I’m gonna go shower up,” Eddie said promptly, “It’s gonna be dinner soon, and I don’t wanna be late,”

“Yeah.”

They both stood up; Adrian felt a tad disappointed and Eddie had become suddenly quiet. The atmosphere between them turned awkward as they walked up to the school, both planning to shower once they reached their dormitory. Adrian would have done anything to be back on the ground, underneath Eddie. Even though the tackle had hurt him, he had enjoyed the warmth and closeness they both had shared for that brief moment. It had been like being under the perfect security blanket. Turning over to him, he noticed the embarrassment in Eddie’s eyes. He knew it. Eddie hadn’t like the small time the way he had. He probably knew Adrian was gay, and was now planning out ways to avoid him until the end of the year.

He was so stupid.

Once he reached his dorm room, Adrian left Eddie without saying a word. He sat at the edge of his bed and began untying his shoes, feeling ashamed for letting the older boy be so close to him, even for that split second. He imagined all the horrible taunts he would receive from the other boys once Eddie told them what had happened between them. “Fag” and “Fuckin’ Queer” ran through his head as he envisioned this, and the sting of tears in his eyes threatened him. Adrian held them in as he tossed his shoes and socks near his bed. If he cried, Eddie might hear and think worse of him.

Adrian gathered up his normal clothes, picking out a sweater and worn jeans. He closed his room and headed down the hallway to the shower room. On the way, he thought about what would happen if he bumped into Eddie in the bathroom. Would he tease Adrian? Hit him? Or just ignore him? Adrian, miserably, hoped he’d ignore him.

Luckily, the shower room was empty when he entered.

Washington Prep, being a prestige boarding school, had to keep its bathrooms and showers spotlessly clean. The marble tiles that surrounded the tall walls and wide floors were given a glossy shine from the crystal chandelier above, lighting the room much brighter since the sun was almost set. Several burgundy stalls were placed in the center of the room, allowing each boy his privacy; piles of white, fluffy towels were in a nearby basket, while a laundry chute was inserted into the wall next to it. Adrian examined himself in the clean mirrors by the sinks.

His clothes were dirty from the mud outside, as well as his face. It made him think of Eddie’s face, being marked with sweat and a bit of dirt much like his. Underneath it, he had looked beautiful. Adrian begun to wish that he had not kissed Eddie, that he should have just keep his emotions where they belonged. He removed his clothes, careful not to disturb any of his tender muscles, desperate to shower. As he stripped off his pants, the door opened.

“Oh.”

Eddie was at the door, his white shirt unbuttoned and a change of clothes in his hand. Adrian felt his hands quake as he pulled his pants down completely, staying in only his boxers. The two stood there, staring at one another for a second. Neither of them was sure what to say, or what to do. Then, Eddie spoke.

“Hey…” He said stiffly,

“Hi…”

Eddie passed him and stood near one of the shower curtains. Adrian tried his best not to glance into the mirror to watch him undress. It had been horrible enough to have kissed him; watching him take off his clothes would make things worse.

“You’re queer, aren’t you?” Eddie’s voice said suddenly,

“Um-“

“You don’t have to lie. I just want the truth.” He sounded upset.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Well, I’m not,” He spat out, “So don’t you think-“

“I’m not thinking anything. I’m sorry about what I did, it’s just-“

“That fact you can’t keep your dick in your pants?”

“Fuck off,” Adrian turned around. Eddie had been unbuckling his belt, “You’re the one who was putting moves on me!”

“I wasn’t putting on any moves. That’s just you and your gay imagination. I’m pretty sure you would’ve fucked me if I had let you,”

“As if I want to! You’re an ignorant, self-centered asshole, and I wish I had never met you!”

“I wish I hadn’t met you either, you faggot!”

Eddie came at Adrian, swinging his fist and joining it with the younger boy’s jaw. Adrian stumbled backward, holding onto his jaw which was now in massive pain. Eddie took another punch, letting it land directly on his lip, then a third on his cheekbone. He continued to beat him until tears began pouring from Adrian’s eyes. He stood there, watching Adrian collapse and sob.

“Adrian,” Eddie called him, but Adrian ignored him. Not only was his face shattered from the blows, but his heart was obliterated, “Bro, I’m sorry,”

“Go away,” He turned his back on him, and put his head against the wall, his sobs echoing off the walls, “Leave me alone. You-You’ve hurt me enough already.” He broke into a heart-wrenching sob and held his head in his hands.

Adrian waited to hear the sound of Eddie walking away from him, but he did not. Instead, he felt a hand press against his back.

“Ade, I’m sorry. For real. I am. I just…no body’s ever kissed me like that.”

He looked back at him, his eyes red and puffy, blood dripping down his chin from his lips. Adrian wiped it away, seeing the guilt on Eddie’s handsome face. He was confused, uncertain, and scared all at the same time. He stayed against the wall, but was able to look at Eddie from underneath his eyelashes.

“Wh-What do you mean?” He asked him,

“I don’t know. The way you kissed me… I liked it. It was better than anyone else I have kissed. Your lips are softer, and sweeter, without needing lip gloss or anything. Their naturally perfect and I love them. I was just scared that you would have thought I was weird or something if I said anything, that’s why I walked away from you. I wish I hadn’t, because I see how much it hurt you, and I could not stand hurting you.”

“Then why the fuck did you-“

“I don’t know. I guess you scared me into understanding that maybe I am, you know, gay.”

“Have you ever looked at anyone else? That usually gives you a clue,”

“No. That’s what confuses me. I’ve only looked at you. I’ve only had these feelings when I’m around you. You make me happy, and energetic, and all this other stuff.”

Adrian was still puzzled by Eddie’s behavior, “I-I don’t understand-“

“I haven’t been able to let go of you all year. Most of my day is spent thinking of when I could get to my room, so I can stop by and see you. Those are the best parts of my days. Every time I see you, it’s like I’m seeing the sky for the first time. Liking you as opened me up to feelings I didn’t think I had. I hope loving you might lead me to something more.”

He came closer to him, but Adrian flinched. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promised, remember?”

Adrian shook slightly as Eddie grabbed a napkin from a convenient tissue box the school had placed there, and patted on his lip. He wiped the blood from his chin and his nose, applying a bit of pressure to stop the flow. When he had fixed Adrian up the best he could, the two of them were much closer to each other than an abuser and his victim should.

“I’m sorry, Adrian…”

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have done what I did-“

“I told you, Ade. I loved it, and I wanna do it again, the right way.”

Abruptly, Adrian’s and Eddie’s lips came together. This time, the kiss was more loving, with Eddie cradling Adrian’s cheek as he slipped his tongue into the other boy’s mouth. There was no fight for dominance, only bliss. Their lips brushed together, while hands traveled to places they would not normally.

Adrian had wanted nothing more than this. He had dreamed of sharing this with Eddie, since they had met three years ago when he first came to Washington Prep. His infatuation had been weaker then, being merely dreamily sighs and sexual fantasies.

As their friendship grew, Adrian’s crush to pure love and admiration. Being kissed by Eddie now sent sparks blowing in his mind; he was unable to keep his hands off of him. He was pulled into a comforting hold, a pair of arms keeping him in place.

Adrian felt his member twitch as he felt Eddie’s hands caress him. Resting his hands on the top of Eddie’s pants, he went to removing them. They dropped to the floor around his ankles; Eddie stepped out of them and brought his hips to Adrian’s.

“Do you want to?” Eddie asked,

“Yes. Very much.”

Adrian gasped when a hand slid down his chest and to the waistband of his boxers, gaining entrance underneath them. He gave out a small moan, giving into all their wills and whims. It was warm and comforting to him. The hand rested in the middle of where the hips met, the fingertips skimming over the skin back and forth. Adrian whimpered in the kiss, begging Eddie to continue on, but he ignored his protests.

“Patience,” He muttered, “No need to rush.”

‘He’s right…’ Adrian thought, ‘Nobody comes into the showers before dinner.’

The two boys stood on the wall, in each other’s arms, kissing. They had completely shut out the rest of the world and were absorbed with one another.In Adrian’s mind, there was no one else in the world apart from Eddie. Entangling his hands in his hair, Adrian found himself becoming lost in Eddie’s aura. He opened up into him, directing his head to the side to deepen their kiss. He wanted to experience what he had desired.
Eddie’s hand crept further into Adrian’s boxers, gripping his solid, growing, erection. He smiled as Adrian moaned out his name between kisses, grinding himself into Eddie, creating more tension among them. His hand stroked upward the shaft, his thumb swirling the head, then traveling back down. The motion continued; Adrian could not take it.

Eddie left his lips and went down to the base of his neck. Adrian groaned while he nibbled on the collarbone; licking underneath his jaw. He was not sure what to focus on more, Eddie’s hand or his lips. They both sent tremors along his body, making his knees weak. The only thing keeping him from collapsing was Eddie’s body pressing him to the wall.

“Let’s shower,” said Eddie, “We don’t wanna still be dirty when we get to dinner.”
A
drian did not respond, but instead pulled off his and Eddie’s boxers, then lead him into the nearest shower stall. He took a moment to take in Eddie as he turned on the shower knobs impatiently. His massive muscles were slim, but noticeable; Adrian was dying to get his hands on them again. The hard-on that stood straight out caught his attention the most, the sight of it caused more blood to flow down to his own. He was not surprised by Eddie’s length, since he had figured he would be as large as he was. The thickness did not intimidate him either, because it was similar to his. It would not take long for his body to get used to it, possibly a minute or two.

‘I can handle it,’ He said to himself, a grin on his face.

Once the water was fine, Adrian brought Eddie under the water, letting the lukewarm liquid run down his body. Adrian found Eddie more alluring with the small droplets of water sliding down his body; he stood on his tiptoes and kissed his swollen lips, tugging gently at his bottom lip. Eddie’s chest rumbled, which told Adrian he had liked it. This time, it was Adrian’s hand which worked on Eddie. He jerked much faster than Eddie must have expected, counting on his continuous moans. Next to them was a dispenser which released a pink shampoo; Adrian pushed the beige button and it squeezed it into his hand. He gave Eddie’s cock a thin coat, making it easier to pump him properly without having to pull so hard. Pleasuring Eddie excited him. The deep groans; seeing his stomach muscles contract and relax as he met with the rhythm of Adrian’s hand made it complicated for him not to wonder how it would feel infiltrating him over and over. Eddie’s grumbles of gratification added to Adrian’s stimulation; the older boy sensed it.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked straight out,

“Yes…Now.”

Eddie lifted Adrian’s legs around his waist, and held him between himself and the wall. Their genitals rubbed together as Adrian pushed himself up and down on his lover. He watched Eddie pant inaudibly, his eyes rolled back as Adrian still touched him. Regardless of the fact that he liked this, Eddie chuckled.

“Relax Ade,” He said as he pressed the dispenser button, “It’s coming,”

They kissed as Eddie lathered the shampoo on Adrian’s anus. Adrian felt him circle his fingertip around the rim, pushing down every so often. The finger passed his entrance, but only stopped passed the fingernail. It swirled around inside him, and Adrian growled. He hated being teased.

“Fuck me already,” He grunted,

“Oh, getting eager aren’t we?” Eddie smiled, kissing his chest and pinching a nipple in between his fingers, “I like teasing you. You look beautiful when you want it.”

When Adrian complained again, Eddie gave the notion that he had given into him. He took hold of himself; pressed the tip on Adrian’s entrance, and then carefully entered. Adrian winced in pain, attempting not to give himself away. His hands were entangled in Eddie’s hair; his eyes were shut tightly, he knew the tearing would stop eventually.

“Are you okay?” He asked, worried “I don’t wanna hurt you. I never would want to.”

“I’m okay. It always hurts for a little while,” He said, breathing heavily, “If you just give it a minute,”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Yeah.”
Adrian knew he would want to ask with whom, but he did not feel like answering. The hurt was minimizing as Eddie went on coming in and out of him with a steady pace, resulting in Adrian bringing himself onto it harshly, and then raising himself up easily. He was under the impression that this pleased Eddie, since he pinned Adrian’s wrists to the wall; quickening his speed. Adrian’s moans increased as Eddie’s cock touched his prostate, pushing him closer to his peak.

“Dude, come on, there’s no way that pass could be legal-“A voice said from outside the shower, “-It went over the fuckin’ fence. Luis had to jump over at get it!”

“The ball was still in play,” Another voice replied,

“Bullshit. You’re a fuckin’ horrible referee,”

“No I’m not. You’re just an ass.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, sorry. I don’t go that way.”

The two boys panicked as these voices entered the room. Adrian knew if they were caught, not only will he be claimed “the gay kid”, but so would Eddie. This would hurt his reputation more than Adrian’s. He was the top athlete at school, if he was seen humping another boy in a shower, he might get kicked off the team or lose his scholarships.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie whispered, “We’ll just be a little bit quieter and quicker. We can get more detailed after dinner. Alright?”

“What if they find us?” He asked,

“Would it really matter? If they managed to hear over the showers and come find us, I wouldn’t care. The whole world would know that I love you, and it wouldn’t bother me if people gave us shit for it, ‘cause they’d be jealous that we have something they don’t have. Each other.”

Adrian blushed and nodded. They persisted, but with love and affection. Eddie’s hand wrapped around him, tugging unhurriedly. It forced Adrian’s peak to move farther down his body, wracking every single nerve all the way down to his toes. He was finding it difficult to restrain his cries, but hearing the two boys talk was reminded him that he could not let loose.

“Hey, have you been in town lately?” One voice asked as the sound of running water came from the other side.

“No, why?”

“You gotta go, man. The girls are fine as hell. When I went down there, I saw this blonde-“

The conversation was blocked from his mind as he had finally reached his high point. Each of them made an effort to quiet their groans, both hopeful the showers had drowned them out. With Eddie’s hand, Eddie’s penis, and his consistent riding, both Eddie and Adrian came. Their bodies shook as they climaxed, Eddie resting his head on Adrian’s forehead and staring into his eyes. Eventually, the two of them settled down, and calmed themselves. For a moment, they stood there in their positions under the running water, silent. They shared their look, not afraid anymore of the others seeing them. Adrian realized what Eddie had meant when he said people would be jealous of their love, because it was the most wonderful of them all. They pecked lips with eyes open, regaining their energy to speak.
“We should get out of here,” Adrian suggested,
“Or we could wash each other until they leave.”
They smiled, sharing another kiss, and began rubbing the remnants of the shampoo on the others body.


“Damnit,” Adrian heard his significant murmur.

It was late, and they had spent a while in the shower, both exhausted from the second round of love-making they had had until the two other boys had left. Seeing Eddie dressed in merely a towel, his body dripping of water as they walked down the hallway, made Adrian want a third.
“
What’s wrong?” He asked,

The taller boy looked down at him, his brows knitted together and a frown on his face. “We missed dinner…”