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Part one is hiding here!
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
Bruce leaned down and snagged a laundry bag and began gathering dirty towels up. He made sure his stuff was stowed correctly and turned the lights off before going to the showers.
The water was hot and the pressure was great, much better than the dorm showers and it was so satisfying to stand under the pounding spray. He kind of liked showering here. He liked the hard sound the splashing water made echoing off the ceramic tile, the bright lights-- he liked being alone in the room. He lathered up the cheap harsh soap, the only lousy thing about the shower, and scrubbed vigorously, he really didn’t like the smell of his body when he sweated; he hated the way his skin itched and kind of stuck to itself when he was sweaty. But he loved working himself to the point of exhaustion—he liked when his muscles screamed, he liked knowing that when he finally hit the sheets he’d fall into a dreamless sleep. That was the best, he sighed and let his shoulders drop as he relaxed.
Suddenly the sound of spraying water doubled. He looked behind himself and that kid Lex was standing under a shower on the opposite wall. He had his back to him and Bruce noticed just how slender his back was and how pale it was under the harsh florescent lighting Bruce found comforting. He was kind of thin, he thought. His spine was a series of knobs running down to his…his butt. There were a pair of dimples right above where the divide started like guides for your thumbs to go…Bruce felt himself stir against his leg and blushed hard. He grabbed the thin terry washcloth hanging from a hook in front of him and pressed it against his stomach. What the fuck was wrong with him? What the hell kind of thought was that? He’d never even looked at anyone like that before. Why was he looking? His head was directly under the water and he kept his mouth open to breathe under the spray. It was beginning to cool slightly-- he needed to get out soon. Or let it get ass-freezing cold…..
There was a slap of wet feet against wet tile behind him and then he felt heat against his back. He shivered when the kid spoke.
“I saw you watching me.”
Bruce was instantly harder. He pressed the cloth down hard over his dick and that didn’t help much. Go away, go away. He pleaded silently. Please don’t touch me—if he touched him, he didn’t know what might happen--he was terrified. Bruce knew he confused intentions—a lot. He knew his reactions to things were occasionally…skewed. It was why he preferred to be alone. Why he needed this boy to leave. Right now.
“I don’t mind.” A voice like velvet slid over him, so rich to Bruce’s ears it was like being stroked. He stood still as a statue until he had the nerve to look around and found he was alone again. He sighed in relief, but relief had never felt so empty before.
then we go to part three and stuff happens!
So, later I want to toss up the next part of Dis. I need to kick it about a little more--after![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mecurtin alerted me to a sticky point, I found a bunch of logic bombs in my next part--crap--and I thought I was ready with it. Oh well, part of the fun I guess. The episode rewrite goes slowly. How I admire a million times more the ladies who do this as a matter of course and make it look flawless and easy. My hat( a nice lime green number with a swirly yellow feather and a hot pink leopard skin band ) is off to you!
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
Bruce leaned down and snagged a laundry bag and began gathering dirty towels up. He made sure his stuff was stowed correctly and turned the lights off before going to the showers.
The water was hot and the pressure was great, much better than the dorm showers and it was so satisfying to stand under the pounding spray. He kind of liked showering here. He liked the hard sound the splashing water made echoing off the ceramic tile, the bright lights-- he liked being alone in the room. He lathered up the cheap harsh soap, the only lousy thing about the shower, and scrubbed vigorously, he really didn’t like the smell of his body when he sweated; he hated the way his skin itched and kind of stuck to itself when he was sweaty. But he loved working himself to the point of exhaustion—he liked when his muscles screamed, he liked knowing that when he finally hit the sheets he’d fall into a dreamless sleep. That was the best, he sighed and let his shoulders drop as he relaxed.
Suddenly the sound of spraying water doubled. He looked behind himself and that kid Lex was standing under a shower on the opposite wall. He had his back to him and Bruce noticed just how slender his back was and how pale it was under the harsh florescent lighting Bruce found comforting. He was kind of thin, he thought. His spine was a series of knobs running down to his…his butt. There were a pair of dimples right above where the divide started like guides for your thumbs to go…Bruce felt himself stir against his leg and blushed hard. He grabbed the thin terry washcloth hanging from a hook in front of him and pressed it against his stomach. What the fuck was wrong with him? What the hell kind of thought was that? He’d never even looked at anyone like that before. Why was he looking? His head was directly under the water and he kept his mouth open to breathe under the spray. It was beginning to cool slightly-- he needed to get out soon. Or let it get ass-freezing cold…..
There was a slap of wet feet against wet tile behind him and then he felt heat against his back. He shivered when the kid spoke.
“I saw you watching me.”
Bruce was instantly harder. He pressed the cloth down hard over his dick and that didn’t help much. Go away, go away. He pleaded silently. Please don’t touch me—if he touched him, he didn’t know what might happen--he was terrified. Bruce knew he confused intentions—a lot. He knew his reactions to things were occasionally…skewed. It was why he preferred to be alone. Why he needed this boy to leave. Right now.
“I don’t mind.” A voice like velvet slid over him, so rich to Bruce’s ears it was like being stroked. He stood still as a statue until he had the nerve to look around and found he was alone again. He sighed in relief, but relief had never felt so empty before.
then we go to part three and stuff happens!
So, later I want to toss up the next part of Dis. I need to kick it about a little more--after
mecurtin alerted me to a sticky point, I found a bunch of logic bombs in my next part--crap--and I thought I was ready with it. Oh well, part of the fun I guess. The episode rewrite goes slowly. How I admire a million times more the ladies who do this as a matter of course and make it look flawless and easy. My hat( a nice lime green number with a swirly yellow feather and a hot pink leopard skin band ) is off to you!
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I made a waaaaay better one, but it was about 250k too big. *pouts*
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*pouts* See! Isn't this one cool?! Alas, it is just too big for lj.
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Dude - wanna picture of you in the hat!!
And damn - Bruce is all kinda...screwed up, isn't he? 'Skewed'...oh, i like.
*bounce*
Like, like, like.
And the dimples!
Gaaaah.
*smooch*
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Bruce has a crush, Bruce has a crush!
Lex'll get laid, Lex'll get laid!
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