Short Stories (BoyxBoy)

Rough Waters (BoyxBoy)

Rough Waters (BoyxBoy)
 
 
The room was hot and misted. There was a sweaty aroma of chlorine, but it was comforting and familiar. I sat in the swimming pool changing room, staring at my watch. I was five minutes early for my daily arrangement. The bench was hard under my body, and I was getting uncomfortable, but I knew it would all be worth it eventually.
 
"Sorry I'm late," Olly rushed through the small doorway, casually dropping his bag in the corner.
"You're two minutes early," I smiled. He shrugged and skipped towards me, wrapping his muscular arms around me. He was the moat around my castle (NO, that is NOT a euphemism… I think) and I always felt happy around him. He made everyone around him feel happy. He was simply that sort of person. Always cheerful and positive. He was like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day. It was beautiful how he could make even ME smile.
He kissed me forcefully. It had an overwhelming sense of passion and took my by surprise. His kisses always did.
Taking my hand, but his lips never leaving my face, he dragged me into the disabled toilet at the edge of the changing room.
Once we were inside the cubicle, I sat down on the toilet. It wasn't the most romantic of locations, but we weren't really taking in much of the atmosphere. Olly's head was bent and he was leaning over to me. My arms were resting on his waist, clinging onto him for life. There was quite a few minutes of heavy, steaming full frontal snogging, but eventually it calmed down.
"I was thinking about what you said the other day," Olly murmured, still breathing in my ear.
"Oh, yeah?" I said, suddenly alert.
"Yeah," he tried leaning closer to me, but I moved back and motioned him to continue.
He brushed himself down and stood up straighter, slightly embarrassed that he had just been knocked back. "I just don't think I'm ready yet," he whispered, fiddling with the lock on the door.
"You haven't been ready to come out for the last year," I sighed, standing up, facing him. He winced at my words and looked upset, but not as much I felt inside.
"Elliot," he moaned, putting his hand on my chest.
"No, get off me!" I threw him off me, and pushed him aside, stalking out off the cubicle. I went back to the bench with my swimming bag on and started to empty the contents.
"Ell," Olly wandered over to me and started to invade my personal space. He made sad eyes at me, and touched my shoulders. I tried shrugging him off but he wouldn't let go. My eyed wandered over to the clock on the side of the room. Olly's eyes followed mine, and he instantly dropped his hands.
"It doesn't change anything," he said casually, walking over to pick up his own bag. I rolled my eyes behind his back. With his pshyic power, he somehow seemed to sense this. "Really," he added.
"You promised me," I whined.
"I promised you I'd think about it. I did," he corrected me. I changed into my swimming trunks silently, fully aware of him watching me. My eyes never diverted to him and I sat down, frowning. "Don't sulk," he laughed.
My expression didn't change at all. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and then opened it again.
"Guys!" he burst out, ignoring me to high five some other lads in our swim team, who'd just walked in.
"Seriously, why are you guys always here so early?" one of the guys said. I heard Olly laugh and shrug the comment off. He had a conversation with them for a few minutes before sliding over to me.
"Sorry," he whispered in my arm. I ignored him and walked over to the swimming pool. I sat on the side and stuck my toes in the pool. The water was heated and warm and felt good.
 
 
 
 
Class came and went. It went surprisingly well. Olly didn't really look at me, or come anywhere near me, but that was normal.
 
Swimming is easy. It's relaxing.
But it's also hard. You have to concentrate.
You don't have time to think.
That's why I like it.
 
"All right, boys, we're outta time. See ya tomorrow, guys," the coach waved us out and passed the keys to Olly. "Captain, you can lock up tonight. The mother-in-law needs picking up from the airport. As much as I wanna leave her there, the wife would kill me. Laters!"
 
Everyone grunted a bye in reply and headed to the changing rooms, apart from Olly, who headed straight towards me. "Don't get changed," he whispered in my ear.
 
"What? Why?" I asked, confused. He shook the keys at me and winked, before turning round and heading to the changing room with the others.
 
I came into the room last, hoping everyone was decent. Let's be honest, it's kind of awkward standing in amongst a dozen athletically handsome, naked boys.
 
"So how's Kelly?" one of the guys asked Olly as I walked in.
 
"Man, she's so dumped. Good in bed and everything, but damn, she's clingy!" He replied, not noticing I'd walked in. I went and stood next to him, coughing lightly to let him know I was there.
 
He noticed. He looked at the floor and changed the subject, trying to ignore me. "So, what you doing tonight, Jake?"
 
'Jake' scoffed. "Kayleigh wants us to spend some 'quality time' together. What the hell do you think that means?"
 
"Isn't it kinda obvious?" I asked.
 
He laughed, "Fuck off, Elliot. Who asked you? How come you know so much about girls? Oh, I forgot, you are one."
 
Olly's eyes were immediately locked on the ground.
 
"That's rich. Who's the one who dyed their hair blond? Oh, you. I'm surprised it's not green actually. I mean, you do things cheap, don't you?"
 
"I don't even know what the fuck you're on about. You think you're so fucking clever, don't you? Well, you fucking ain't. No one likes you, you know."
 
"And you think people like you? Mate, they just like you because your sister's a porn star."
 
"Woah, Elliot, that's harsh," Olly finally interjected.
 
"You're on HIS side?" I screamed at him.
 
"Well, why would he be on yours?" Jake laughed.
 
"Because… Because…" I stuttered. "Oh whatever," I grabbed my towel and exited the changing room. I sat on the edge of the swimming and slapped myself in the face. Why did I always cause problems for myself?
 
 
 
"The guys stole your gym bag by the way, I think they threw it in a tree outside," Olly laughed, sitting down by the swimming pool, next to me.
 
"Why didn't you stand up for me in there? And why did you let then steal myself? And who the hell is Kelly?" I burst out.
 
He sighed. "God, Elliot. Get over yourself. You can be such a girl sometimes."
 
"Well, I'm sorry, then."
 
He sighed again. "Kelly's no one. I mean, if I want to actually appear straight, I have to // act straight. You get me?"
 
I reached out for his hand. "Maybe you don't have to pretend to be straight. Maybe you can just be yourself."
 
He smiled. "Maybe," he muttered, kissing me softly. I wrapped my arms around him and let him take control.
 
"I love you," I admitted softly.
 
He nodded, his lips never leaving mine.
 
 
"Fuck," an echoed voice behind us sounded. Olly looked around and immediately released me.
 
"Jake!" He called out across the pool. "It's not how it looks. I'm… I'm… I'm not gay!" Jake shook his head and jogged out of the room. Olly ran after him.
 
He would never come out for me. I knew that. Why did I fool myself every day?
 
Because I was in love with him. But was I? Maybe I'd just fooled myself into thinking I was, because that was the only reason to justify why I'd stayed with him for so long.
 
I couldn't stay. I just couldn't. I'd tell him. As soon as he came back, I'd tell him.
 
 
 
I didn't have to wait long.
 
"He's gone! Fucking gone! Probably told the whole damn team by now. This is all your fault," Olly stormed in.
 
"MY fault?" I screamed. "How the HELL is this MY fault?"
 
"You've destroyed my life!" he shouted. "I HATE you!"
 
"Well, I hate you more. Tell you what, you're fucking dumped, mate."
 
Olly shook his head. "OK, I'm sorry, but we can work this out, OK? You just say that I was trying to cheer you up or something, coz I felt sorry for you. Say your mum died or something. Then you suddenly came onto me and I didn't have time to react. Then we can continue like we did before, yeah?"
 
"Or…" I said. "Why don't we say YOU came onto me? And I don't want to go on like we did before. I hated it. It was all sordid and secret and I HATED it."
 
He shook his head again. "All right, all right, I'm sorry. Just don't leave me, don't leave me, OK?" He grabbed my arm.
 
"Let me go," I tried to break free. "LET GO!" I shouted. But he didn't, he just held my wrist tighter, so I kneed him in the groin.
 
"Ouch, you fucking bitch," he hopped around, and then punched me in the nose.
 
"You didn't just do that," I muttered through a nose bleed, hitting him harder. He flew to the ground and I stamped on his chest.
 
He groaned, "You'll regret that."
 
"I doubt it," I sniggered, about to stamp on him again. But this tine he caught me leg and threw me to the floor. My head hit the hard tiles and I felt the rush of blood from my skull. Groaning, I tried to sit up, but Olly was already standing. I winced as his kicked me in the stomach.
 
And kept kicking.
 
I clung onto his leg and pushed it back. He stumbled and it gave me time to haul myself up. But as I was on my knees, wobbling, I felt a foot push me back and my head cracked. I fell into the swimming pool with a splash.
 
Another splash and Olly jumped in after me. I grabbed onto his shoulders and tried to push him down into the water. But with the amount of blood I'd already lost, I felt so weak that it wasn't surprising that Olly could overpower me. He pushed me so far under the water, I couldn't breathe. The water choked me.
 
I reached up but couldn't reach the surface.
 
I couldn't see.
 
The world went black and my eyes ached.
 
My throat killed.
 
My lungs were bloated.
 
It hurt.
 
I tried pulling myself up, but I just felt myself going deeper.
 
I ached everywhere.
 
It hurt so much.