Surrender (MalexMale)

Chapter One: Breakfast and Walls

Picture above is Ethan's car.

~Ethan

"The Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family. The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are." -Unknown

I wake up naturally to my own internal clock and quickly throw the blankets off me. I sit up on the edge of my bed and stretch the stiff muscles in my arms out in front of me while stifling a yawn. I've never been a morning person so forcing myself to push past the groggy feelings in my bones and eyes I sluggishly push myself up and off my bed. I literally shuffle my way to my bathroom across the hall from my room with little concern afforded to the fact that I am still naked besides from my thin boxer briefs. My dad is probably in the kitchen so I doubt there's any likelihood that we will cross paths until I go downstairs for breakfast.

I sniff the air and my stomach growls when my senses are overwhelmed by the smell of bacon, eggs, and waffles. A small smile creeps up on my face as I fantasize about scarfing down my dads' delicious home cooked breakfast. I'm typically quickly scolded by him with a humorous gleam in his eyes; 'Calm down before you give yourself a food boner, Ethan.' A soft breathy chuckle passes my lips as I shut the bathroom door behind me at the memory of that exact moment. I reach past the plain black shower curtain and twist the shower knob almost completely to the left. My thumb tucks beneath the waistband of my boxers and loosens them until they fall away, grazing my skin on the way down. While the water heats up, I relieve myself before stepping into the skin numbing hot water which falls over me like a soothing waterfall. I let out a pleased sigh which sounds more like a moan and actively force myself to ignore the growth between my thighs as I clean myself. I turn the water off, reluctant for the shower to end, and reach out from behind the shower curtain to remove my dark red towel from its hook. I quickly dry myself off letting the thick fluffy cotton absorb every droplet of water from my skin and hair. I step out of the shower with a sigh of release noticing my excitement has calmed with the contact of the cool air outside of the steamy shower. I stare in the mirror for a couple minutes, run a hand through my still slightly damp black hair causing small spikes to form.

Despite going to bed earlier than normal last night I still have those damn reoccurring nightmares and it shows in the dark rings under my eyes. 'I look like I'm dead.' I think to myself with a sarcastic smirk on my face at the thought of walking through school growling like a zombie. I wrap the towel around my waist to catch the last few droplets of water that fall from my hair and down my torso. My toned arm muscles flex, showing off the sizable muscles that I had acquired last summer, as I apply my deodorant and brush my teeth. I open my mouth to examine my pearly whites for any leftover food particles that may be hiding from the capture of bristles and finish up with a thorough floss. I contemplate shaving the stubble on my face but decide to leave it be once the shadow of laziness begins weighing down on my shoulders.

I hurry my way to my room to quickly cover my exposed body from the harsh cold, once I enter my room and pull open my dresser drawer with an unnatural quickness and dig through them for a decent enough outfit. I decide on a pair of black boxers, a pair of worn blue jeans, and a red sweater with the Guns N' Roses band logo on the front. The warmth of the clothing stops the involuntary shivers and makes me want to lie back down and sleep more. My only motivation is my one weakness, the beckoning smell of delicious food that commands me to come devour it. I complete my outfit with a pair of steel toed black ankle high boots which I lace up and tie tight.