The Anonymous Legion

Chapter 11: Steamy

"Hey Gray! Open up!" Aaron yells out while knocking on Grayson's door. I can hear someone stomping towards the door inside, must be him.

The door swings open. "Oh my god, would you shut the fuck up already? I heard you the first time." I look up to see Grayson's bare chest, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was wet, and water droplets were dripping down his chest.

"I was in the shower, but you started banging on the door, making it impossible for me to ignore you." Grayson says, with a noticeably annoyed look on his face. He looks toward me, sighing.

"What did I do??" I ask defensively. "Nothing, you just annoy me." He replies, an indifferent expression on his face.

"Well... I'll leave leave you two to it. Have fun! And don't forget about the training." Aaron says happily as he walks off in the opposite direction.

I slowly look back at Grayson, and we start to have a stare off. After a minute or two, he sighs before telling me to just come inside already.

As I walk inside, I make a mental note to myself that Grayson's got a godly back profile. He's got very defined biceps and triceps too, it's obvious he worked out regularly. He seemed to be 6"3, while Aaron was only barely shorter, making him around 6"2.

Damn, what milk they drinking?

"You can always take a picture." I realize that he's turned around and was facing me, and has obviously noticed I was checking him out.

"Don't worry, I was just trying to find a weak point on you." I suck at lying, why did I say that. He shrugs and turns toward what seems to be the bathroom. While he's walking, he tells me to stay put and not to touch anything until he's finished showering. Obviously I'm going to explore this place a bit, who does he think I am?

"Yep! Sure!" I say in response, and he somehow takes my word. Once the door locks, I start looking around the place. The room where I was standing seems to be the living room, it had a large, flat screen T.V with a black sofa facing it. There was a small, clear table in between the two, which had a pencil and sketchbook on top of it.

I walk up to it, and open the sketchbook, which reveals a few beautiful drawings of different people. As I admire each drawing, I'm suddenly pulled back into the present as I hear a loud voice behind me.

"Hey! Put that down! I never told you that you can look through my stuff!" I immediately close the book, placing it back down where it was. I turn to face Grayson, who had an angry and embarrassed expression spread across his face.

"They're beautiful, the drawings, I mean." I quietly say, hoping to calm him down. He looks away like a child, crossing his arms.

"Okay, fine." I start. "I'm sorry for looking through your stuff, I won't do it again." That's a slight lie. He seems to accept this apology and asks if I want anything to eat.

"Sure, what have you got in mind?" I reply. "Well, I'm not exactly the best at cooking; I usually ask Aaron." Ooh, so Aaron can cook. "But I have some frozen pizza, which I can make." He quickly says. I tell him that's good and he heads toward the kitchen. I follow along, looking around the place as we walk. It wasn't anything big or special, it seemed like a comfortable room. I'm guessing most of the members live here.

As we arrive at the kitchen, I prop myself up on the counter, watching Grayson get the pizza.

"Do you need any help?" I ask as I realize he doesn't know really what he's doing. "I think I can turn an oven on and open this pizza on my own, thanks." He says sarcastically. I roll my eyes, as I continue watching

Suddenly, I see Grayson drop the knife he used to open the plastic, and it sails down to the ground. As it lands mere inches away from his bare feet, it bounces up slightly and moves towards them. I hop off the counter, rushing towards Grayson as he gets a slight cut.

"Are you okay?!" I contemplate whether asking him if he wants me to put the pizza in the oven, but decide against it. "I'm fine, just a little scratch." I look down and notice that the cut is a little deeper than I thought, so I ask where his bandages are.

"I don't need one, I'm not a child." He replies defiantly. I start pouting, telling him I'm going to help him no matter what he says, and he finally points toward his bathroom and tells me to look in the cabinets.

I quickly find them and rush back to him, ordering him to sit up on a counter. "Fine." He sighs as he plops himself up.

I gently and carefully apply the bandage, making sure it covers the whole cut, and start standing back up. "Thanks." He says to me as I stand fully upright.

I'm in between his legs..

"It's no problem.." I say shyly. I'm awfully close to him. He looks me up and down, reaching to my waist, slightly pulling me closer to him.

He bends down a little, moving to my face. His lips centimetres away from my face, he chuckles a little, before speaking. "You're blushing." I feel my face turn red, as I immediately look down.

Grayson slides off of the counter, standing on the floor, towering over my body which was 5"7. Luckily I wasn't very short, so I wasn't as intimidated by his height.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." A voice says

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THESE CHAPTERS ARE A LITTLE BORING SO IM GONNA TRY TO INCLUDE SOME ACTION IN THE NEXT ONE. NO, NOT ANY 18+ ACTION YET;)) WE'RE GONNA DEVELOP THESE RELATIONSHIPS FIRST.ALSOOOOOOO, WHO KNOWS WHO YOUR MAN IS GONNA BE, IT MIGHT BE GRAYSON OR AARON;) ALSO, THIS CHAPTER WAS A LIL LONGER THAN MY USUAL, BUT NOT SUPER LONG, I JUST DIDNT HAVE ANY OTHER OPPORTUNITIES TO END IT BUT THATS ALL GOOD, I THINK THIS IS A GOOD LENGTH UHHHH IM TALKING TO MYSELF NOW, BUT WAIT, IM SO SORRY IF I HAVE ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES IM A LAZY HOE AND I DONT WANT TO REREAD WHAT I WROTE LMAO OK BYEEEEEEEEE