Alfred coughed and tried to make himself look as normal as possible, "Y-Yeah?" He finally looked up to find Arthur's head peeking out from the door with a cute blush adorning his cheeks.
"Is..." The Brit averted his pretty green eyes from him, hesitating, "...Is everything all right?"
'Everything is abso-fucking-lutely great¸ Arthur! You just gave me awesome material for a good masturbating session tonight!' Even though that was what was going through his mind, he wouldn't say that to the Brit. That was like asking for a death wish. Arthur was a very good and skilled fighter despite his more slender appearance.
He could kick anyone's ass if he wanted to.
"I'm fine, Arthur, why d'ya ask?"
Those green eyes narrowed and focused on him again, "You entered but quickly came back out here for some reason... And you also closed the bloody door loudly. Have you finally gone mad, git?"
He laughed, "Nah, I haven't..." At least not yet.
"Then, what are you waiting for? You need to change clothes; we're the last ones here!"
Well, he wasn't about to argue with that. He would just have to keep his eyes from wandering, like he did most of the time when they were in the lockers room.
Arthur went back in and Alfred followed him inside, yep... They were the last ones; the teacher would be pissed if they were late.
The American wasted no time in dressing, quickly, and almost blindly, because he didn't trust himself to not look at the Brit behind him so he had to close his eyes. He was tying up his sneakers when he heard Arthur mutter those funny British curses and turn his bag upside down, letting all his things fall on the bench.
"Alfred, do you happen to have any spare shorts?" He asked angrily and Alfred dared to turn around, finding him in the same state he had been since Alfred first came in.
He gazed at the floor near Arthur's feet (he had pretty feet too, goddamn it), his face flushing once again, "Um... No. Why?"
"I can't seem to find mine anywhere! I swear I put them in the bag this morning at home, but now they're gone!" Arthur growled and started to gather the things he let fall.
Now Alfred knew why he had seen Francis and Gilbert running from here...
His blue eyes narrowed and he dared not think what else those three were planning, he didn't understand what they thought would happen by stealing Arthur's gym shorts... Hopefully that was all they stole.
"Want me to go ask if Mr. Rick has a spare?" The Brit nodded and sat on the bench, crossing his arms over his chest and a leg over the other. Alfred needed to get out of here or he would explode or attack the other, this was too much temptation!
"If you don't mind... yes..." He nodded once again, his fuzzy eyebrows still furrowed over those pretty green eyes. Alfred would bet he was going through his mind trying to figure out where the hell he had lost his shorts.
His gaze started to go lower, by the white t-shirt, and lower... Gods, he wanted to grab those legs, spread them and do some sinful things right then and there. And that was why he got out of there as quick as possible.
The door closed with a loud bang, again, but he ignored that in favour of hurrying to go to Mr. Rick.
I've now noticed that it's actually 13th chapters without counting on the one I'm still writing.