Boys, Boys, Boys.... [boyxboy]

Chapter Thirty-Four (Dedicated to AdrianaSanchez)

This chapter is dedicated to AdrianaSanchez because she is such a loyal fan and a great person to talk to. So thank you!

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Chapter Thirty-Four (Dedicated to AdrianaSanchez)

Aiden-

I made my way to the couch where I sat down and took a little breather.  The feeling in the bathroom had just been way too intense. My best friend had given me a boner.  Simon did not seem to have noticed...or had he just pretended not to?

If he had pretended not to, was it because he accepted me, even if I got a hard on for him? OR because he didn't know how to confront that sort of situation? It had obviously never happened to him before...I would think.  I mean, how many guys could have popped a boner on him?

Better not be any other than me! Just saying.

My worst fears had been confirmed. I was totally, irrevocably into guys. The heated kisses with Caleb, the steamy bathroom incident with Simon. I liked men for sure. But did that totally eliminate women from the equation or what?

I think too much.

But that's all I could do while sitting there waiting for Simon to get out of the shower. Think about my feelings....think about how Simon was in the shower right then and there, with no clothes on. I started to get aroused again and I couldn't help it. I was so hot for Simon at the moment.

The thought of him standing there where we had just been laying together.....running his hands over his body.

These kind of thoughts were totally inappropriate. Simon would kill me if he knew how I was thinking about him. Christ, he was my best friend!

We had been through two broken arms, so many bloody noses, weekend sleepovers, paintball fights, and his breakup with Sarah. There was so much shared between us that I couldn't afford to lose. Could I jeopardize what we had just because the dude gave me a hard on? Seriously!

But my mind kept drifting back to that naked man in his shower....I should be in there with him.

No doubt about it, my pants had a bulge in them...But what should I do about it?

Listening to the shower running just let my imagination take things too far...and I was all alone...

Seriously, what should I do about it?

I was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Quite literally.

I shouldn't be having these dirty thoughts about my own best friend....trust me, I know.

But...what harm could it do. The thought jumped in my head, and my hand traveled down my naked chest to my jeans...

The bathroom door opened.

"Hey, Aiden?" Simon called to me from the bathroom, peering out at me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Y-yeah? What's up?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"My mom must have been doing laundry; there's no towels in here. Can you grab me one from the hall closet?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, sure."

I adjusted myself and stood up, heading towards the hall closet. I knew Simon's house just as well as my own. I grabbed the first towel I saw and headed back to the bathroom door.

"Here you go," I said, holding my hand towards the opening in the door.

Simon swung open the door and grabbed the towel from me, wrapping it around his waist.

I didn't really see anything. I'm not that lucky. Not that I haven't really seen his junk before. We had gym together freshman year. You see everyone's junk in gym.

After he threw some clothes on, I hopped in the shower myself. I turned the water back on, hoping the little dick didn't use all the hot water. It was warm enough. I hung the towel I brought in with me on the handle of the little closet door in the bathroom and stepped into the warm water. It felt good to wash off that dirty car feeling, and I thought about how the women had made a giant line once us guys took our shirts off.

....There might be good money in becoming a male stripper....

Just a thought.

I turned off the water and stepped out. As I grabbed the towel from the closet handle, the door to the closet creaked open and the towel dropped to the floor. I bent over to pick it up and I dried off. I went to shut the door but something seemed off to me.

In the closet, there were at least three, clean and neatly folded towels, already there.