Boys Will Be Boys (discontinued)

Chapter Eighteen

Please read Chapter Seventeen (which I published yesterday) before this :)
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<Kieran's POV>

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Lukas' smirk fell off his face real fast. His face grew pink and he shuffled awkwardly on both his feet, all his bravado from only a second before disappearing in one fell swoop. My lips fought off a smile as I watched him grow panicked, brown eyes widening as he mustered a response.

"No I-I never w-wa--"

I raised an eyebrow.

He blushed a deeper red than before and I felt a sick sense of satisfaction roll through me at seeing Lukas so thoroughly flustered.

"You've seen me naked? Where?"

Lukas shook his head, denying everything as I fought the laugh trying to escape my mouth. I kept my face stern, one hand on the towel around my hips to keep it up, the other perched on my hip. I furrowed my brows in faux anger and Lukas looked visibly shook. He looked so shy in that moment, eyes wide and neck craned awkwardly trying to avoid my gaze. I felt a flush begin to build on my face as I watched him.

Dammit. Not now.

"Lukas," I drew out his name teasingly, his eyes snapping up to meet mine.

"Did you take a quick peak when I was changing before? Maybe in the locker room?"

His mouth dropped, offended.

"Kieran, what the hell?! I'd never! Do you know how fucking annoying it is when people ask me that just 'cause I'm gay?"

I burst into laughter. His anger morphed into embarrassment as his already-pink face turned a violent tomato shade. My hand flew up to wipe a stray tear from my eye as I hunched over, ribs aching from how hard I was laughing. I clutched at my towel desperately, afraid of it falling off and the embarrassment he felt migrating towards me.

"You-you...?" He gaped as I composed myself with a tiny, smug smile.

"Sorry man, you're too easy" I grinned, flashing him a full smile which he eventually mirrored.

"Fuck you" He grinned, cheeks still pink.

"If you want, yeah"

Fuck. Why did I say that?

His face went slack with shock and I laughed again, nudging the door shut with my foot. My fingers fumbled with the lock, a silly grin still on my face. I reached into the bag he'd given to me, pulling on his spare clothes. I tied the drawstring on his sweats tight around my much leaner hips, his shirt fitting me semi-decently. The sweats pooled around my ankles and I rolled them up a bit, not appreciating how even his clothes made me feel dwarfed.

I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling I got when I reviewed how I'd closed the conversation with Lukas. Maybe that was pushing it too far? Could he tell?

Is his gaydar going off? Wait. No. I'm not gay.

I ran a hand through my still damp hair, glancing at DJ's mirror. The clothes didn't look too bad on me, but my face was unusually pink, my lips curved into a small smile. I looked happy.

Fuck that.

I forced myself to frown, the action coming to my easily as my face settled into a much more familiar position. Stuffing my sweaty clothes into my duffel, I gave myself one last spray with my Axe before heading downstairs. I nearly tripped on the stairs as one leg of the sweats unraveled from its folds.