Grading Love (BoyxBoy)

7: It Only Took a Whisper to Get Things Right

"What are you waiting for?" I asked John, "You can't bathe like that."

"Oh! Right." and John placed his grip on his pants, slowly pulling it down.

Nothing to see here.

Finally both of us are just in our boxers.

Wait, what was that last statement..?

Both of us, John and I.. in the shower room... in just our boxers..?

"Alright I know about privacy so we're both going into the shower cubicles alright?" I said.

I went to some random cubicle, while John enters the one two stalls away from mine. Cautiously, I took of my boxers and set them aside. I could hear some cloth-like object fall to the ground on John's side and he turned the shower on.

And so did I.

--After a nice, cooling shower--

Oh my gosh.

How was I supposed to get out of the cubicle to reach my bag?

It was at the end of the room, which means I had to pass by John, who wasn't finished with his shower. Damn, getting my clothes meant I have to see John's silhouette.

What kind of sick-minded person designed school shower rooms with smoked glass doors?

I took a deep breath and took a step.

Good job, a little more and you'd get to see John's a- I mean, your bag.

Then I ran without taking a peek, not that I planned to.

But stupid me, my feet were wet. I wasn't supposed to run. In the end, I fell face first onto the hard, tiled floor. Ouch.

The towel I wore on my waist shifted a bit.

I tried standing up, but I guess I hit my knee way too hard.

"Harvey, is that you?" I could hear John's foggy voice. "What was that loud sound..?"

"N-no, J-john, it's noth-" Pain shot through my leg. "Argh.."

"Hold on, Harvey!" John yelled, and I heard the pulling of a towel and the door opening.

Speaking of towels... Mine wasn't exactly covering my behind.

"Don't look! I'm fine!" I quickly said, trying to push myself off the floor.

"What happened to you!?" John was frantic and came to my side.

"The hell John! I just told you I was perfectly fine!"

"Looking at the angle your leg is in, you're not, Harvey!" and he held my arms and attempted to pull me up. My leg was too limp, and John had a hard time lifting me.

"Put your arms around me." John said and came closer.

"I don't need you to do this!" I moved my feet, and almost made it to standing up, until I realized my towel was only on top of me. Standing would mean exposure.

"On second thought, please help me up." I said, defeated, and John came to my aide. When he lifted me up, I quickly got my towel and wrapped it around my waist.

"Thanks,"

"No problem, Harvey." John said with a smile and led me to where our bags were.

"Ugh." I sat on the bench and took a look at my leg. My knee was scraped, and it stung like hell. I rummaged into the bag and took out my underwear.