When Two Worlds Collide [boyxboy]

Ch. 15: Signs of Affection

*James' P.O.V.*

*9:00am*

I feel shattered, knowing he cuts himself. I don't like that he puts himself in such danger... Why? Simple; I love him. If he were to hit a major artery or something... I can't imagine losing him.

This final thought makes me realize something I should have known long ago. I need to take a gamble with lady luck while I still have a chance; I need to ask Derek out. Soon.

If he cuts someone else's initials into that heart, I'll never be able to get over him. I can say this with certainty despite having only known him for a few days.

"James... James? Helloooooooo... You there?" Derek says, waving a hand in front of my face. I snap out of my thoughts and get back to now.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to take in the situation a bit more... Go get your swim suit on! Hurry hurry!" I say, remembering the warm pool and getting pumped to swim with Derek.

"Alright already, I get it! I'll be in the bathroom if ya need anything!" he shouts over his shoulder as he gets up and grabs a swimsuit from his dresser. I can't help but sneak a peek at his slightly sagging pants, considering he's shirtless as he walks down the hall.

Mmmmm... He has on Fruit of the Loom... I don't know what color, they aren't down farther than the waistband, but that's enough for me. Yummy.

"Is there something on my ass?" Derek says, looking over his shoulder and noticing my staring. I snap my head away, pretending to be interested in the covers of his bed. I'm blushing and we both know it. Shit.

"Oookay... Whatever..." he mutters, then walks into the bathroom and shuts then door behind him.

*Derek's P.O.V.*

I lock the door and look in the mirror at my butt to make sure I was right in thinking that he was noticing a hole or something, but I have no such luck finding one.

He couldn't have been... Checking me out, could he?!? No way. Just chill Derek, he probably saw a bug or was unintentionally spacing or something. No way is he sizing up my ass though.

I'm not even that sexy... Sure, I have a bit of muscle from my occasional swimming, but I'm not toned like him. Heck, who am I kidding? I'm scrawny and I know it. I may be 6 feet tall, but my stomach is skin and bones. Kinda like Waluigi from Mario and company...

Pushing aside these thoughts, I get on my swimsuit and take a deep breath before opening the door.

"Surprise!" James shouts, jumping out from behind the door. I jump like a rabbit, startled senseless. When I'm done hyperventilating, I growl at him jokingly and run towards the pool door.

He doesn't let me reach the door though. I suddenly feel myself being tackled to the ground, my vision going blank as my face stops two inches from the carpet. I feel him sit up on my back. His legs are so warm...

"What, you thought you could growl at me without punishment? You're funny!" James says jokingly. Then he starts tickling my sides, making me squirm, to no avail.

"Stop, stop! What about the pool?" I say, trying to think of an excuse to get him off of me.

"Good point! That way I can both splash fight with you and tickle you!" He responds, and I feel his weight lifted from me. I get up to see a devious gleam in his eye.

He grabs my hand and starts pulling me towards the pool. I realize he's going to pull me in with him, and I silently plead to no one in specific to not let me land on top of him.

*Splash*

I quickly resurface, too worried about making a fool of myself in front of James to have fun. I also need to avoid contact with him, because he sent sparks through me when he merely grabbed my hand. No doubt it would spell doom if I start wrestling with him.

Luckily we only end up having a splash fight and a race or two... Both of which I win because he's purposely going easy on me. I'm not that oblivious. He's too sweet. Damn I wish he were into me right now...

Eventually he steps out, and I can't help but gawk at his wet body... He's soooooo hot it's not even funny. I'm surprised that the water isn't turning to steam from being near this sexy beast.

Thank goodness he's got water still blurring his vision until after I can free my gaze from his chest... At least, I think he does. He's wiping his towel on his face like he didn't notice anything, so I'm guessing he didn't.