This chap and next are the beginning of the story. Following chaps will post as manage it.

Last chap started with a fantasy, this one starts with a flashback. Go fig. =^.^= Enjoy!

Last week, Billy had asked Jason to help him build some muscle. Jason had been surprised, but jumped at the chance to help out his friend. And because Billy was embarrassed to be seen lifting weights, they had received permission to stay after hours at the Youth Centre and were the only two people left in the building.

Half an hour later, Billy's new blue tank top was soaked with sweat but the boy's smile beamed, eyes bright behind his glasses. "Thank you again for the morphinominal physical instruction, Jason. I can veritably feel my muscle mass increasing as we converse."

Jason's eyebrow tugged down as he half-smiled. "I'm not entirely sure what you just said bro, but I think you're welcome." Jason clapped Billy on the shoulder and smiled fully. "Now - go hit the showers while I put this stuff away."

Billy nodded and left at what Jason thought of as a 'scamper'. Jason shook his head and grinned at Billy's excitement. 'That boy is just too cute. If we can just help him build a little self-confidence out of costume - he'd be snapped up in no time.'

Jason secured the barbell and removed the weight plates, reflecting on his own relationship status. He had just broken up with his second (ever) girlfriend and between his new job as Power Ranger and a distinct lack of girls - or boys, he reminded himself - that he felt attracted to, he had decided to take a break from the dating scene.

Jason finished putting the weights away and wiped the bench off, then quietly made his own way to the showers. He started peeling his shirt off on his way into the shower room, tossing it on a bench between lockers and had hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts when he looked up.

Standing in front of Jason was Billy, coming out of the shower. Towel wrapped around the back of his neck and hanging over one shoulder, Billy stood frozen like a deer in the headlights, one arm stuck in the middle of drying his hair and naked as the day he was born.

Jason froze too, except for his eyes which commenced to take in every detail of Billy's body almost on their own. Billy's hair was a mass of wet, straggly brown where Billy had paused, just beginning to dry it. Tan lines circled Billy's upper arms and his neck around where the edges of his T-shirts would be when dressed. The rest of Billy's skin was as white as Jason had ever seen with the barest pink tinge from just having been through a hot shower. Billy's normally non-visible body hair stood out when wet as short, dark trails against his pale arms, legs, chest and stomach.

Last - but certainly not least, as Jason could see - was Billy's not-insignificant endowment, surrounded by a straggly mane of pubic hair. An endowment that was, under Jason's semi-involuntary inspection, becoming excited.

Jason's mind finally clicked over. 'If Billy's uncomfortable showering with others, this is probably why. Poor kid's got enough to worry about, without being accused of being gay because of a N.A.R.B.'(1) Just as Billy started to thaw, his hands moving down to cover himself, Jason resumed his own motion and removed his shorts and underwear.

Billy froze again while Jason stood a moment and let Billy take in his own nudity 'Fair is fair, after all.' then smiled and walked past Billy, laying a hand on his shoulder. "No worries, bro. We all get those from time to time."

Even edge-on, Jason could see that Billy blushed at the acknowledgement of his erection, turning bright pink from neck to about mid-torso. "And, with how many naked guys I've seen, consider it my expert opinion that you don't have anything to be embarrassed about." Jason clapped Billy on the back and went in to shower. By the time Jason had finished his shower, Billy had already packed his things and left.

Now, one week and three workouts with Billy later, Jason leaned against the shower wall. Although Billy made each session and was making good progress, he had seemed more nervous working with Jason since their encounter and had taken to going home to shower instead of using the Youth Centre's facilities.

Jason had done all he could to help make Billy comfortable again around him - but Billy always managed to change the subject whenever Jason tried to talk about it. This added a little twinge of guilt to Jason's own problem caused by the incident - the fact that Jason hadn't been able to get his candid view of his best friend's body out of his head. 'Speaking of which...' Jason moved his hand down to grip himself in the next step of his brand new post-shower ritual. Jason began the first down stroke and a shiver ran though his body at the sensation. He conjured to his mind's eye the slow pan down Billy's body and-

{doo doo do-do doo doo!}

Jason growled into the empty shower room and slammed a fist into the tiles behind him in frustration. Pushing off, Jason prowled to his communicator, trying to rein in his temper on the way. Not wholly successful, Jason growled as he pressed the talk button.

"Jason here. Whadda 'ya want, Zordon?"

Wow, Zordon! Two for one! Well done, m'lord Wank-killington.

I'm so evil. =)

Anyway, that's the same page there at the end as broke into the end of Billy's fantasy last chapter. Read one more chapter to finish the first part of the story! =3

(1) N.A.R.B. stands for No Apparent Reason Boner. I picked it up from my senior friend in High School Band, when he was trying to help me with my fear of changing into/out of uniform with all the other boys freshman year. To cut a long story short (in before too late) I don't know if he knew that I had a perfectly apparent reason for a boner or not, but it helped. =) If you're reading this thanks - and you know who you are. =^.~=