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Clothes Sharing

Nervously, Dominic picked up his phone, staring at the number written on his hand. Should I call him? He put his phone down and paced some more, contemplating the results if he called versus not calling. All of a sudden he stopped pacing.

"Fuck it," he muttered as he pressed the call button. As the phone rang, he reviewed all his life decisions, thinking by far that this was the worst.

"Hello. Marco speaking."

"Ummm... Hi! Its Dominic from the party yesterday. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember! A blushing face like yours is hard to forget." He giggled in the background. "How are you?"

Dominic turned a bright shade of red, thanking the heavens that Marco couldn't see him. "I'm fine thank you. I was wondering, if maybe, you'd like to do something together sometime, maybe probably not." Hit bit down hard on his lip, ready to hear the words he was dreading.

"Sure, I'd love to!" Dominic fell down into a chair, letting out air he didn't even know he was holding. "I have something in mind too. Would today work for you?"

"YES...I mean, yes, today would work for me." A smile lit up his face as he envisioned the man he was about to meet.

"Great! Why don't you come over in like an hour?"

"Su-sure! I'll see you then!" Click.

Marco breathed a sigh of relief as he hung up the phone. He had never thought it would be that hard to talk to the boy. He smiled to himself as he envisioned Dominic's blushing face from the incident last night. Heart pounding, he wondered what about that boy made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't wait for that hour to be over...

Dominic shuffled his way over to Marco's house, sweating out of every pore. He had never been this nervous before in his life. Tentatively, he knocked on the door. Only seconds later, the door opened to reveal Marco, clad in sneakers, jeans, and a hoodie. Marco gave him a smile as he closed the door behind him.

"Where are we going?" Asked Dominic, as he watched Marco close the door.

"It's a surprise," he whispered, as he tugged on Dominic's sleeve.

The walked for quiet a while, making small talk to waste the time. A couple minutes after walking, they reached the woods. Dominic eyed Marco skeptically, but decided to trust this man. He didn't have any bad feelings when he was around Marco, so he followed his judgement and walked after the man from across the street.

Marco was excited to show Dominic his little secret. He hadn't told anyone about it yet and the fact that Dominic would be the first evoked some kind of child like pleasure in him. Grabbing Dominic's hand, he pulled him forwards, excitement building up as the came closer.

Dominic was shocked by Marco's sudden grabbing of his hand, enjoying the warmth of the other. He smiled as he saw Marco's eyes fill with adventure and a drive to reach their destination. It filled him with pleasure to watch this man, who had made fun of him for blushing the night before, to be filled with this kind of child like excitement.

Bursting through the last couple trees, Marco revealed his secret. A waterfall splashed down into a small lake below, surrounded by scenery that was like out of a movie. Trees hung over the pond, the sun shone, reflecting off of the pool of water, birds chirped, and the water bubbled down a tiny stream at the end of the lake. Marco turned to watch the silent fascination and awe that filled Dominic's face.

"Welcome to my secret hiding place!" Marco beamed.

Breathless Dominic took in the scenery around him. It was as if this place was filled with some kind of magic. He could still feel Marco's hand in his own, and he squeezed it as he whispered, "Its beautiful!"

Before he could finish thinking Marco had ripped his hand loose of Dominics and was sprinting towards the willow that leaned over the lake. The closer he got, the more clothes he lost until he was standing in his underwear in front of the water. Eyeing Dominic, he gave him a smirk, beckoning him to join. Dominic smiled, working his way out of his clothes as he neared the crystal clear water.

"Ready?" Marco took a hold of Dominic's hand, giving him a carefree smile as they jumped into the crisp water.

Coming up for air, Dominic was greeted by Marco's friendly laugh, as Marco pulled him into an embrace.

"I'm glad you're the first person to see this with me," Marco whispered into his ear. Pulling back, Dominic could feel Marco's breath mingling with his own. He mustered up his courage, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Marco's.

It was a sweet kiss, nothing like the one from the night before. Lips touched, hands held, breath mingled. Marco relished this moment of peace and quiet, with this boy, whom he had just met the night before. Something about Dominic made Marco crazy, the way he moved, the way he talked, the way he acted. He wasn't completely sure what it was, but all he knew for sure was that he was falling. Hard.

As they got out of the water, both were sopping wet. Dominic held up his clothes, wrinkling his nose as he wrung them out. When they had jumped in, they must have been to close to the water, getting soaked in the process. Marco laughed as Dominic pulled a face, pulling his wet jeans on to his wet form. A hoodie hit Dominic in the head, making him glance up at Marco's smiling face.

"I think you need it more than me right now."

When they got back to Marco's home, Dominic took a shower, relishing the warmth of the water on his skin, brushing away the cold. Marco had laid out some clothes of his for Dominic to wear, and Dominic smiled as he breathed in Marco's scent.

Dominic was shocked to find Marco shirtless in his kitchen, standing in front of the coffee machine. Marco handed him a cup, telling Dominic to make himself comfortable.

Sipping his cup of coffee, Dominic was given time to fully take in Marco's form. Marco's hair hung in his eyes and he brushed it away. Muscles rippled over Marco's body as he stretched, letting out a sigh. Smiling, he went to go take a shower, leaving Dominic in the living room with the image of his body in his head.

Marco couldn't help but smile at seeing Dominic wearing his clothes. Something about it made it seem more real. This was someone he could actually have. This cute someone was sitting in his living room right now, wearing his clothes, and he was perfectly attainable.

Marco closed his eyes, relishing in the thought that this someone in the living room was going to become his. Wether he wanted to or not.