The Break Up Plan (BoyxBoy)

A Dash of Truth

With the amount of guilt trying to swallow me whole, I would have done anything to help Rin get back in Stephanie's good graces. At least I thought I would.

That thought was quickly proven false when he tried to drive while using his phone. Rin was the safest driver I knew. Meaning that him driving while using that unpracticed skill was like watching my grandpa try the tango. And I was forced to choose between my actual life and his shaky texting abilities.

I chose life after all.

"When we get back to the house you can take a shower, calm down a bit, then send her the most romantic text she's ever seen."

This helped his body untense and kept him from glancing at my bag every two seconds. To make sure he didn't do something crazy like lunge at me for his device, I'd zipped his phone into my backpack and left it at that.

I don't think stopping by my place after the hike was the original plan, but before we even got to the clearing, Rin and I agreed on it.

Hiking was truly evil because not only were we cold on that mountain, we were sweaty. Not even my new found love for Rin distracted me from the fact that he smelled like stale Chad. The drive back was fun–we got creative with our mutual insults of each other's stank–but I was oh so ready to get out of the bacteria hot box we created.

Just thinking about the long, hot shower I was going to take had my eyes rolling back. I could not, would not, wait for Rin to go first. As Rin slowed down to a stop, I rushed out "last one to the door showers last!"

Anticipating my escape, I already had my bag in one hand and the seatbelt in the other. Rin cursed when I darted out of the car before he'd come to a full stop.

"Asshole!"

Rin's shout got more and more distant as I jogged up the front steps, cackling in success. Nothing about that was fair but my back rolls were trying to glue themselves together.

Desperate times.

I made sure to put my hand on the doorknob then looked to see Rin's reaction. Yet I'd barely turned around before he ran into me. He'd been running full speed trying to earn himself a miraculous win. The force of him made my back hit the wall but there wasn't any pain. I just laughed as he steadied us, grumbling about cheating and what not.

"Sorry Rin," I grinned evilly. "Rules are rules."

"Rules are shit," he laughed, tickling me when I went to unlock the door. "I actually can't stand you."

My parents–bless their hearts–were all frowns when we thundered into the house, laughing and running and making a whole contest out of getting into the shower. Rin decided the rules this time: a no holds barred race up the stairs where whoever gets both feet to the top first wins. Of course, I still got first place! Rin's physicality was no match for the will of a sticky, sweaty boy desperate for water.

In fact, it was even sweeter strutting past with my towel and change of clothes while Rin sulked on the floor (he was too gross to sit anywhere else). It was sweeter because he knew I'd won the second race fair and square.

"Try not to stink up the room too much, Rin~"

"Great idea, Elliot."

My shoulder and neck were already reflected in the ensuite bathroom mirror when he tore off his shirt, smooth sweaty skin on full display. I gaped at him while he raised his arms then proceeded to flail his upper body around like one of those inflatable things at car dealerships.

"I'll just take off my shirt and wave my armpits around to spread this stench further."

"That's so fucking stupid!" I laughed at what honestly looked like an exhausting performance. Rin kept it up for a good 20 seconds before he stopped, laughing and holding his shoulder in pain.