College is coming soon, and Blake Warner is sure that his life is embedded into the dead-end that is Merritt Hills, Georgia. His mother has assured him millions of times, that money has nothing to do with where his future leads.
But whenever he lie...
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Blake couldn't help but stare. His heartbeat wore vastly against his chest, as he swallowed the lump inside of his throat. Brooks stood there completely oblivious, him reaching down to remove his t-shirt, him preparing himself for a warm shower after a long day.
Blake averted his stare, leaning against the wall to the left of his restrooms door. "Need any help in there?"
Brooks laughed quietly, closing the restroom door completely. "No, I think I'm all good."
Black bit down on his finger, legs moving toward the now shut door. He pressed his lips against the door, heartbeat spurring erratically. "Are you sure?"
The shorter boy thought for a moment, leaning against the wall beside the tall, ongoing shower. Would it be so bad, if he were to invite Blake in? Showering with him, didn't necessarily mean going all the way. Which was something he wasn't sure if he was ready for, yet.
The day had been long, but pleasant. They spent in each other's arms, whether that was in Blake's bed, or the couch in the family room. And Brooks couldn't decipher which moment was his favorite, either.
He loved days like these. Where they could spend every single day in just one, large bubble. Where nobody could bother them.
Especially with the long hours Blake's mother worked at the diner.
Brooks reaches for the door handle, slowly pulling it toward him. The only thing blocking the bottom half of his body from Blake's eyes, was a towel, and he was grateful for that fact. Even though it wouldn't be on for long, if Blake could have it his way.
Blake couldn't stop the sinister smile that overtook his large, full lips. He reached out for Brooks' free hand, jaw clenching in apprehension.
"You don't have to let me in, if you don't want to." He spoke firmly, watching as Brooks shook his head, as though he was sure.
He leaned toward Blake, trying to keep his cheeks from heating. "I am sure. Very sure."
Blake didn't need to be told twice. He watched as Brooks stepped back, allowing him to step through the door. It was closed behind them, and locked for safety measures.
Blake began removing his shirt, then came his sweatpants, that were previously hung low on his waist.
Brooks had already discarded his towel, and was residing in the shower, with the lukewarm water flowing freely. He closed his eyes, trying to distract himself, when he felt the curtain being pulled back—and Blake was letting himself in.
Blake couldn't help it, as his eyes washed over Brooks' bare figure. For weeks, he's imagined what the other boy looked like, while naked. And now—he was getting a full viewing.
