Reverse Rivalry

Locked Doors and Shamelessness

Skylar threw the empty ice cream bucket into the trash. His chest was stuffed and cold from shovelling down every single bit of it down his throat. He was calm but not as calm as he wanted to be. His mind kept nagging the fuck out of him and he wanted it to stop. Jale should be the only one pissed about this. Jale should be the only one uncomfortable. That's how he won this mind game. He needed to be the opposite. He should be the opposite at all times. Skylar gripped the black island counter in front of him and leaned on it. Something was clawing at him as an annoying cat stuffed itself into his body.

Skylar chuckled quietly. He could hear the water running like a fountain from up the stairs. He pushed his hands in his hair and pressed his body on the counter. Skylar knew this shit was never going to work but he was never against going for a ride to the unknown.

The water stopped running and the already dead atmosphere of the house went quiet. Skylar's ear perked as he listened for the door to open. Skylar thought the house design was flawed. The bathroom door that was just a metre away from the bedroom door was placed in an awkward position. If one didn't get dressed in the bathroom, they would have to walk outside in their naked glory only covered by a towel.

Skylar's eyebrows arched in question to his thoughts. It wouldn't be the first time he ever saw the golden boy naked. They shared that hell of a locker room together, in heat, a  steaming hot shower but he was never interested in Jale's body. That had no value to him in terms of just seeing it.

Skylar eased himself off the counter and took slow calculated steps to the stairs. The water may have stopped but the door hasn't opened yet. Jale Kierson was still inside. Skylar walked up the stairs with amusement curling in his gut. Skylar may have seen Jale's body in its full male glory in a public bathroom but what would be the boy's response if it was seen in private?

Skylar's thoughts coiled in his head. How would Jale react?

Anger was one of them. Skylar was sure of that but what else would he do? Shove Skylar into the stair railing? Get up into his face and hiss profanity?

Skylar reached the top of the stairs. He stood there. Skylar wanted it to seem like an accident like he coincidentally appeared the moment Jale decided to step out.

The door opened just on cue and Jale begrudgingly stepped out of the bathroom with a loose white towel hanging on his hips. He was bare, exposed and ripped. Skylar's amused smirk deepened. He cougher then scoffed.

Jale slammed the door behind him while adjusting the towel on his hips. His face was set in a permanent scowl. He hadn't noticed Skylar. Water dripped down from his hair to his chest slowly sliding and tracing the thick curves of Jale's muscles.

Jale looked up.

"You fucking creep," Jale immediately spat. His eyes that were covered by his wet hair narrowed and veins in his skin stood up.

"Finally done wasting the hot water golden boy?"Skylar smirked. Jale gripped the towel on his hips drawing it up to cover his V line. Skylar internally scoffed. The boy was exposed from every angle, a measly towel couldn't cover anything.

"Might as well, your rich daddy was a bit too generous," Jale hissed taking a step back to the door.

"Is that gratefulness I hear, never knew you had it in you, Jale Kierson, Skylar chuckled leaning his head to the side. His left eyebrow arched as his eyes couldn't help but trailed from Jale's lean toned legs to settled on Jale's glistening wet face.

Skylar tucked his hands in his jean pockets and walked closer. He could feel the tension from Jale. His shoulders were drawn up and his fist was tight on the towel. This was making the golden boy uncomfortable.