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Growth spurts, new hair, raging hormones that one must hide from their brother. Ah, the joys of adolescents.

Had Fletcher had more time he might have been more careful about this. As it was however, his body was screaming and he had approximately ten minutes before his brother began looking for him. They always had work to do and Fletcher slacking off was never an option.

Knowing very well his precious time, he got right to work. What good was foreplay with himself anyway?

He reached inside his unfastened overalls and took hold of himself. He hissed, it'd been far to long. He was fifteen now, why did his brother insist on still sharing a room? Damn if it didn't make things near impossible for Fletcher. He moaned and stretched out across the bathroom tile. The cool linoleum stung his exposed flesh, he kept one ear pressed to the door he leaned against.

Wane and sow. Pull and tug. He threw his head back, the childhood hat he always wore long since gone now. He felt his head pounding. Could hear the blood in his ears. It was getting louder...no...footsteps. Those were footsteps he heard now.

He flushed and tried to control his breathing. "Fletch? You up here?" called a deep voice.

"In the bathroom Brother, I'll be out soon," he said. 'Please go away.

"Are you sick or something? You've been in there a long time."

"I'm fine Russell, just g-go, I'll be out soon," Tears escaped his eyes as he continued to stroke himself steadily. He was so close, but it would be humiliating to come with his brother just behind the door.

Silence for a moment then, "Okay, I'll be out in the field if you need me."

Fletcher released a sigh of relief alongside a jagged groan. A few more articulately placed strokes before the task was complete.

He lay panting and considered asking Russell for his own room after all. With his breath restored and clothing replaced, Fletcher left the bathroom, a final thought crossing his mind. 'Gardening is never this difficult.'