Sherman dried off his hair and listened as Vert spoke on. "But really Sherm. I wanna say that you handled that position really well. And that sign with the 'five' was genius."
The Cortez blushed and snickered. "Yeah… well… I wouldn't say genius…-"
"You kidding? I would freak out and run in circles for about an hour, and THEN run back into the jungle." The blond laughed and wrapped his towel around his waist. "Weren't you nervous?"
Sherman shook his head. "Nah." He brushed his hair off to the side. "I was freaking out when my cover was blown, all because I didn't eat five… worm, slug, things…"
Vert nodded. "I understand. Stanford dared me to eat worms once. I chickened out."
The Cortez smiled and leaned against the wall of the locker rooms. "Sensible."
Vert slipped a light T-Shirt up to his shoulders and pulled it down. "I feel like people don't give you enough credit!"
Sherman dried off his back and smiled in agreement. "No they don't!"
"Chocolate rain…" Vert said randomly.
The Cortez laughed and turned. "WHAT?"
"Vanilla snow!" He continued. "Say it publicly and you're insane, CHOCOLATE RAIN!"
"Strawberry hail!" Sherman added.
"Carmel storm!"
"Cookies and Cream blizzard!"
"Oh! Good one!" Vert put on his boxers and then his shorts.
Sherman pulled his shirt over and onto his torso.
"So, we have training tomorrow at six so we can have more free time. It ends at nine, and soon after that, we'll go to Zeke's and grab breakfast. Got it?"
Sherman nodded.
"Good. After that we'll be on the watch for Storm-shocks and all that jazz."
Vert traced a finger around Sherman's neck.
Sherman gasped and looked to him. "What are you doing…?"
Vert shrugged and sat next to him. "Oh, nothing…"
Sherman blushed uncontrollably and looked to his leader. "Umm…"
Vert gently brushed his lips against Sherman's. The Cortez unwillingly forgot the rest of the world and his sane side and kissed him back.
The blond wrapped his arms around his torso and deepened the kiss when he slid his tongue across the roof of his mouth.
Sherman invited him in and coiled his tongue around the other one. But it was like his mid was at war against his mouth.
Vert pulled away forcefully and nuzzled into his teammates neck.
"OOOHHH GOD!" Sherman screamed while sitting up in bed.
"Shut-up!" Spinner grumbled. "You've been screaming about Vert for the past hour! Just hush and sleep!" The Cortez shouted with closed eyes.
Sherman ruffled his hair and looked to his side. Spinner was flopped over in his bed, trying to get some rest.
He lay back in bed calmly and scratched his head. "That was awkward...!" He whispered.
Sherman flipped onto his side and brought the sheets up to his chin, comforted.
The only odd part was that he was shirtless, and that was because he went to bed hot while his brother was sleeping with ten blankets.
He sighed and shut his eyes tightly.
Him and Vert together? Where did that come from?