What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Water torture 101

Emory was woken by a rather recognizable, disturbing figure entering his room and sitting on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he shook Emory's shoulder lightly. 

As his eyes fluttered open, he noticed that the room was still pitch black, no light flooding through the windows beside him. 

"Why the fuck are you in my room?" Emory groaned, rolling over onto his chest as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand, checking the time. It was four in the morning. 

"I have a meeting this afternoon that overlaps with the time frame I was planning on using to teach you how to swim. Since you're still in school, I won't be able to do it then either. Decided to just wake you up early and get it over with." 

"Are you fucking shitting me? It's four in the fucking morning, and I have a test first period that I didn't even study for. Get the fuck out. I'm not doing this shit." Emory dropped his phone back on the wooden surface. 

"Oh, great. So we're either going to study for that test of yours, or we're gonna learn to swim. The choice is yours, Em." 

"Neither. Fuck off." 

"I get you're not a morning person, but you really do swear every five seconds," Red muttered, sighing as he shifted his weight to lean over Emory. He placed a hand on his back, moving it across it in a comforting manner as he continued to speak. 

"I'll give you five minutes, and then I'm going to walk back in here. If you aren't up, I'll drag you out. And I don't think you want to get carried throughout the entire house." 

"Don't bother. I'll fucking drown instead of learning to swim, you piece of shit." 

"I'll ignore your language for now," Red sighed, patting Emory's back as he stood up, leaving the room as he closed the door gently behind him. 

Five minutes passed, and to no avail did Emory make any movements to get out of bed. He instead fell back asleep within the first few seconds of being left alone. 

Before he could register what was happening, he was thrown over Red's shoulder in a fireman's carry. 

"You can learn the basics before you have to go to school if you cooperate," Red explained as he carried Emory out of the room, making his way to the front door downstairs. 

The wind hit Emory's face as soon as they stepped outside, the slight breeze brushing through his hair. "It's fucking cold," He complained, shifting slightly as he grew more and more uncomfortable. 

Soon enough, they made it to the pool. It was one of the last places Emory wanted to be, but at least it was pretty nice. It was 70 feet in length, 40 in width. It was lined with an aqua-like color, lights littering the sides as they emitted a pretty illumination.  

Red lowered Emory to his feet as he pulled off his tight-fitting tank top, revealing his upper body.  Emory already had his off, as he slept without one that night. 

Gesturing to the pool, Red took a few steps forward, expecting Emory to follow after him as he stood in front of the stairs. Emory didn't move. 

"If the air is cold, the pool's definitely gonna be cold. I'm not going in there. You can't make me." 

Emory knew Red could easily make him if he wanted. And he did want to. 

Before 30 seconds could pass, Emory was waist-deep in the shallow end of the pool, Red standing in front of him, seemingly not affected by the temperature, while Emory was fully shivering, teeth-chattering, and all as he glared at him. 

"You're just gonna learn how to stay afloat and a basic freestyle stroke. Are you scared at all?" 

Emory scoffed. "Hell no. Why the fuck would I be scared? I'm not a pussy." He lied through his teeth. He wasn't scared, but he wasn't all that comfortable either. He was more nervous than anything at the moment, even though the feeling would probably worsen as he began to do drills.