AN: Okay, this is my first story I have ever written so please bare with me if there is something wrong in terms of grammar and sentence structure. _ I actually ship Brick and Scott so hard right now; that's why I wrote this story for them :D
Oh, also this story is told in the perspective of Scott.
Yeah, I know that I said all that crap about him in the confessional a few days ago when he first joined our team, but the truth is; I think he's really cute. I'm actually a huge closet case; I'm so far in the closet I can see Narnia. The thing is; if Brick was with me I would so come out just for him. Being an army dog gives him the awesome, chiselled body he has today which appeals to- well, anyone. The thing people see as a turn off is that he pees himself when he's scared or nervous. People think it's gross and pathetic, but in honesty, I like guys who are pathetic to some extent. I guess it's an alpha-dog thing of me to do; take pride in knowing that guys are weaker than me. The thing is, when I say 'a little pathetic' I actually mean cute. It's almost like I want to help him and tell him to be strong so that one day he could carry me fearlessly in his arms.
I get lost in his eyes when I sit down across from him on the table. He's just so distracting; he makes me want to just jump in his arms. It's tempting, but I'd rather keep my rep up at least until the series ends and I win my million. 'Crap he's staring at me!- quick eat the food!' I look down at what appears to be some gruel-rice-paste with what I think I supposed to be scrambled eggs on it. I frown a bit at the food and think of deciding whether to take a bite out of the 'food' or not.
"Hey Scott-." Brick starts a sentence towards me and my heart freezes for a second before beating louder. "-Are you going to eat that?" he points at the breakfast in front of me and I push the bowl to him before saying "You can have it." I shrug and pretend that my heart isn't racing. I take a deep breath and take another glance at him.
"Alright!" He happily takes more spoonfuls into his mouth. I can't help but let out a small grin from my mouth. He's just so cute. 'I wish he could ride me.' The perverted side of my mind starts to speak. My grin vanishes into my mind and I allow myself to conceal my emotions properly- until I feel the pressure in my pants. It tightens and right away I know I've got to leave the scene. It's not easy to hide- considering that my undershirt is tucked only where my belt is.
"Uh- I've gotta leave." I stand up and see that the shape of my length can be outlined if someone paid attention to that area. I turn around and make sure no one can see that as I leave out.
"Okay- see ya latter team mate!" Brick calls out to me, before audibly stuffing more food in his mouth.
Damn Brick, why do you turn me on so badly? I bit my lower lip and go into the near-by forest for a block of wood I can whittle. After finding a good block, I get back in my cabin and hop on my bed to start carving. I guess that whittling wood has been something like a pastime for me- aside from hunting small animals that is. Pappy says that I have a real knack for talent when it comes to carving wood and is actually impressed by it.
I sigh and pull out my shark tooth to carve away at the wood. Even as I carve to get the erection and out of my pants and Brick out of my head, it still lingers- well the thought of Brick anyways. I decide to give into what my mind is thinking and entertain the thought of imagining Brick with the least amount of clothing. Sadly, in real life I only got to see him strip down to an undershirt when we did that last challenge that eliminated Dawn. He looked so sexy in those shorts and tank-top.
I grin a bit and look down at the sculpture I had just crated. 'Oh, what the-!' I had seemed to subconsciously make a small wooden sculpture of Brick. My eye twitches and I realize that the cameras are watching me; I have to do something quick or else they'll get suspicious-.
My grin turns up with a little more venom as I stab the sculpture with my shark tooth. I really don't wish anything bad against Brick, but I've gotta protect myself for now. In my mind I say sorry to the Brick sculpture before throwing it out the window. I take a deep and audible breath of satisfaction and scratch my chest. That's when I realized that I have wood shavings on me. I guess I'd better go and clean up.
I stand up to brush some shavings off, but then an irritation comes up on my chest and I scratch it. It's just a bit itchy- a shower ought to make it go away. After grabbing and some clothes, I head off to the boys communal shower. It's strange; I know for a fact that the girls have their own cubicles when they shower, but for some reason, guys have to share one shower room. I suppose that makes it good for me, except I've never seen Brick shower the same time I do. I take a shower every day now just to maybe see him shower too, but I always seem to miss him.