Nothing ever happened(bxb)

Ollie - 3

Archie is scary sometimes.

I honestly thought it would be sir coming into the toilets cause he saw me go in or something. Did not expect Archie.

"Hahaha. But seriously Olly, you're wanking during business? Did you get a boner? Yeaaaah you were sitting next to Mar-"

"Shut the fuck up," I snort at him, shuffling my way out of the cubicle. "I thought you were Sir, cause he saw me come in here, like, half an hour ago."

"Ah." He'd finally finished nip dipping the diddly doo and was now washing his hands. Without soap.

"Ew."

"What. I bothered to wash my hands in front of you and you still ridicule me wow Olly I-"

"No," I cut him off. "Soap. You were going to dry them without using it."

"Urgg, like, you didn't even wash your hands after coming outta there. Why are your panties in a twist." He looked at me with a pissed off expression and just flicked the water off his hands on me.

I yelped out as the cold water made contact with my skin.

"Fuck you," I said, reaching for the tap. I turn the tap onto full blast before dunking my cupped hands underneath the running water and throwing it toward his direction.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He yelled. "Idiot, you coulda soaked me!" He had stepped aside at the last minute so now there was a very evident puddle of water in the middle of the cramped room.

His tone of voice was cold, but the fact that his face was twitching, trying to hide a smile, betrayed his actual emotions.

A sadistic smile spread across my own face, him following suit soon after.

"Oh, it's on." We say, simultaneously.

He rushes over to my corner of the room, soaking his hands under the water and waving them towards me. I yelp again and duck down, trying to dodge the droplets but failing miserably.

I rush over to the other sink next to him and turn on a tap full blast again and start flicking water towards him.

He starts laughing as he sidesteps away from me, getting closer to the door. I follow him and follow him until I'm worryingly far away from the tap, the source of all my power.

As if sensing my worries, Archie bolts over to the tap. He's a good half head taller than me and it doesn't help he's in multiple school teams for pretty much every sport our school offers, while I'm only in the sub team for cricket.

His physical build is really something. I never paid much attention to it before, but it's pretty evident now.

He covers the short distance between the door and sink almost immediately, it takes me a while to catch up and he's already loaded by that time.

I give up on trying to stop him getting to the tap and instead go and rush over to my own tap but I already feel cold liquid trickling down my back.

I groan as it seeps into my clothes all the way down to the small of my back.

"Oh just you wait," I hiss at him, narrowing my eyes whilst I turn to face him, with a little grin. He just stares at me with a big, cocky smirk on his face.

"Try me, baby boy."

Without breaking eye contact or reacting to the strange nickname, I dunk my hands under the boiling water, wait what.

"AHH!" I yell. I grab my writs and dramatically, probably too dramatically but it hurt okay, and fell on to the floor.

"Hey, you good?" Archie says. His face had quickly morphed from his previous expression to one of concern. "Be quieter, Sir will hear us."

"I turned on the hot tap," I reply sheepishly. "That bitch hurts like a motherfucker."

He smiled at me and gets up to turn the taps off.

He come back and stretches out a hand to help lift me up.

Wow, not only his thighs. He has really strong biceps too. I'm wearing my blazer, but he must've left his in the classroom because he's only wearing the thin school shirts. The wet fabric is being strained, showing off the sheer amount of flesh and muscle.

Being a little bit distracted, I put my full weight on to Archie's arm, thinking he could take it. And he probably could.

But I did it a bit suddenly and Archie must've slipped on the puddle of water we left behind because a slip and a trip later I've got an owie on my head and an Archie lying on top of me.

And let me tell you, those muscles are heavy.

"Boys, what are you doing in here and OH MY GOD, I'm sorry I'll leave."

Fancy sir coming in, not when I'm yelping or we're messing around, no. Right when we're in the gayest position I've ever found myself in.

Well shit.