The temperature in the sport hall felt like in desert: warm spring, any source from where could appear cool air adding to stuffiness due to crowds. And no one even didn't have a lot of clue to go outside or do something with that boiling.
Everybody was running a what felt like forever race with deadness and exhausted faces including the redhead boy who barely was alive with his not so athletic body fit. Not that he complained but he wouldn't be against of having more beautiful body.
And the black haired one who also differed little in only exception with his taller skinny frame and heavy panting. Sometimes he regretted to smoking so much, nevertheless as usually those contritions have been lasted not longer than thirty minutes or just one PE lesson. Not that he attempted it regularly but still.
The couple of friends were running tenth circle and it was about to be an edge of their abilities.
Jeffrey was falling behind ten people before Billy ( they were put in different places so as they couldn't talk as they always were doing and disturbing teacher) and it had absolutely no fun.
He was observing his friend, who seemed to be deeply into doing the exercise, and in awhile he noticed how the redhead's buttocks were trembling and quite jumping from juggling. In addition, those small sweat spots were increasing his imagination. When they hanging out he could throw some glances at certain parts of Bill's body, whether the boy was blind and didn't feel any weird things surrounding them.
It was really fascinating view that lead his thinks to salacious stuff, and of course to stumble over somebody's feet and nearly fall down if not some luck he had. Ok, maybe he shouldn't peeped at some pretty ass during the racing, but he didn't plan running anymore.
The brunette speed up to catch the other boy up, slapping him on the lower back to get some attention. Not perfect method, but the working one.
–Hey, Bailey, don't mind to go to the changing room? So fucking hot and boring.
–Jeff, can you wait for at least five minutes? Mr. Wills will see us.
Bill didn't want to skip any lessons in case not to be a guy for whipping for his stepfather extra time. He already knew that since last time he and Isbell went to the younger boy's house instead of Art. They liked the art for sure but in another way: not reading about it — doing it.
–Billy, he is literally buzz right now by flirting with Mrs.Gallow. Do you really want to do this shit?
The shorter boy looked at the side of teachers who weren't paying attention to them at all. Fear of being noticed still was inside him, but he was with Jeff, which present was calming him down. Maybe they had a chance to escape from that grey hall.
–Ok, Jeff, but if something will happen...
–Yeah, Billy, yeah, I know that. Let's get out of here.
When younger boy take the other's one hand, they were gradually disconnecting from the crowd, holding their hands close so none could see. The older boy looked like a tomato – face flushed from physical contact and eyes down from embarrassment.
It was weird for Bill — none touched and made him feel like Jeffrey did and he really liked the way he did that. Even after a few years a simple hug or other contacts were like they did it the first time and every time hit him an electric shock. Nevertheless he didn't aim something to change, even more he liked it.
When they get themselves at the destination, they stopped near their lockers, heavy breathing and looking at each other silently until the tall brunet didn't start to take his wet from sweat T-shirt off.
