Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Knowing.

We stood in the dim lit hallway as he set his backpack on the floor and then he turned to me, reaching for my bag, but I moved my shoulder back, shaking my head.

"Uh, I've got it.." I said, tugging the wet bag down from my shoulder. I set it on the floor and I felt his hands go up and pull the wet sweater off me. He was so close that I could smell him and it was so quiet that I could hear his breath, it was scarily steady. I didn't realize that I was holding my own breath, until he moved away to hang up the sweater.

"Okay, let's go upstairs.." Hunter said, his voice soft and it made me wonder if anyone else was home. He turned and began heading up the stairs, he took them two at a time and I had to pretty much jog up the stairs to keep up with him. He turned a corner and I tried to follow close behind. We stopped abruptly at a large door and hunter turned his head halfway so that he could side glance me, "Never let anyone into my room before.." he then looked at the door before pushing it open and he walked in and looked around as if it was his own first time seeing this room. He shook his head and chuckled and went over to his closet.

I stood there outside in the hallway for a few moments longer before stepping foot into his room, my eyes gliding across the room from left to right, taking in all his own personal oddities. There was a Pink Floyd poster plastered on the wall. He had a wooden desk that was covered in maps and globes, thick books and lots of papers. Covering some of the walls were bookcases filled from top to bottom with books. There was a large black and white photo of a night time scene, millions of stars and the enormous, bright, beautiful moon.

There was a window opposite the book cases and painting, it was huge from what I could see. Two dark red curtains that were tied back at the middle, covered some of the window.

I looked over at Hunter who was busy looking for a new pair of pants and underwear. He turned away from the closet after finding what he wanted and tossed them on the bed. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and flipped it over as if he was examining it for damage. He tossed it onto the bed and then turned to me.

"I'm going to get you some towels. Take off your clothes so that I can toss'em in the dryer" he nodded and then he walked past me and out of the room. I heard the door close behind me.

I looked back at the closed door and sighed, shivering in my still wet clothes. I went over to his large bed and looked down, there was a simple black shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. I looked around on the bed for the underwear, I'm now guessing were for him. I reached down to tug the wet shirt up over my head and I tossed it to the floor, I then pulled off my wet jeans and then my shoes and socks. I stood in Hunters bedroom in my briefs and shivered continuously. I looked around his room as I took, I placed my hands beneath my butt as I took a seat on his bed.

I was turning into a bad kid, started off skipping classes to completely skipping school. I doubted we would be able to even step foot back on campus during regular school hours. If we were to get caught, I'd definitely be screwed. My thoughts quickly went elsewhere because I started shivering again. I stood up and turned, reluctantly I grabbed my soaked T-shirt and tried pulling it over my head. But unfortunately the shirt got stuck somehow and I couldn't push my arms through. I flailed and spun around in frustration. I tried tugging my arms out but it seemed the shirt only tightened, I grunted in annoyance and was about to lose it -- but I felt a pair of hands on my hips.

"Relax and hold still, will you?" Hunter said in impatience and I felt his hands grip tightly onto my hips to still me.

I was certain that I was blushing, his voice appeared suddenly, like a lightening strike in the darkness. I couldn't see because the shirt was covering my eyes and my arms were held tight by the shirt. There was something about that sexy commanding tone he had when he wanted someone to do something.

I knew I shouldn't have been day dreaming at this awkward moment but, I did. Once in class, the teacher assigned us all to work in groups. Hunter was put into a group with a two Cheerleaders. Something happened and one of the cheerleaders didn't like then part she was given to read off to the class and she whined about how she refused to read it. Hunter looked at her and then he shook his head and his voice started off soft as it elevated to a booming yell, "You will do the part that is given to you, because I said so, Is that clear?" The whole class went quiet then and he went on as if nothing had happened. But there was something sexy about the way he barked off orders to others... and to me.

Hunter pulled the shirt up over my head and he stood there, grinning at me.

"Your shirt got caught on your tunnels.." he chuckled and held out my wet shirt, he glanced at it, "What were you doing putting this back on?"

Once my eyes focused, I saw that Hunter was shirtless and was wearing sweat pants. He had nice toned arms and a perfectly sculpted chest and stomach..his sweatpants hung low off his hips and partially showed off that sinful and delicious v-cut. His body was thin, so his muscles weren't disgustingly large, they looked amazing for his body type. Finally, I looked back to Hunters face and he tilted his head, his expression confused.

"I thought maybe you had forgotten about..me" I said frowning, realizing I sounded like some overly obsessive ex, "With the towels.." I added.

He chuckled again and held out a fluffy white towel in his right hand. He took a few steps forwards, his arms moving so that the towel fell unfolded.

He raised the towel and rubbed it over my still damp hair and then he moved the towel down onto arms and chest. I stood there, but began glaring at him because he was wiping me down as if I was a baby.

"You know you don't have to do this.. I can dry myself off.."

Hunter continued moving the towel along my arms, "And have a repeat of what you just did with that shirt..? No thank you"

I rolled my eyes, "It's not my fault..It was the tunnels fault" I watched as Hunter looked at the black tunnels stretching out my ears, "I know what you're thinking..Why does he stretch his ears out like that.. Well, I do it because I like to. So wipe that judgemental look off tour face"

Hunter stopped toweling me down, he tossed the towel over his shoulder and he grabbed my arm by the wrist and he traced his fingers along it, staring at it with a tense expression, he mumbled, "Sometimes we can't help but enjoy or love things that hurt us"