I gotta be honest guys, all I wanna do lately is eat popsicles and peanut butter & jelly sandwiches and lie in bed praying for death. (Ω_Ω)
But don't worry, I'll finish this story as fast as I can (^_^)


I waited, holding the towel wrapped around my hips as Reese adjusted the water temperature.
It still felt weird being naked just like nothing.
"Okay," assessed Reese, shaking the excess water off his hand and stepping back so I could feel it.
"Now it's too cold."
Reese rolled his eyes. "You're so picky!" He ripped the towel off and stepped in the shower pulling me in
with him.
It was too cold.
I inhaled sharply as it hit my back.
"Cold!"
"Let me warm you up," urged Reese, pulling me closer.
"We have to wash, though." Having gotten used to the water, I turned around and squirted a glob of the clear pink shampoo on my hand and put it on Reese's hair, mushing his spikes and flattening his hair down to his scalp.
"I thought this was supposed to be a sexy shower," pouted Reese.
"In a minute."
I lathered my own hair with shampoo, thinking about how it smelled so fruity and girly and I should make dad invest in a manlier one.
I looked up and Reese was watching me with one eye through the suds running down his face. I had to turn away to avoid him seeing me smile. He looked like a little boy.
I rinsed all the shampoo off and started reaching for the bar of soap but Reese snatched it before I could.
He was getting impatient.
"Let me help," he urged. He put his hands on my waist and guided me back until I could feel his chest on my back.
Reese hugged me flush against him, and rested his chin on my shoulder. Slowly, running the squared bar over my chest, making it slippery.
He ran it over my nipples all the way down to hip bones in dragged out strokes.
I considered pulling away, because like this he could see how much it was affecting me, making me self-conscious, but he had one arm gripping me tightly.
I don't know if normal people would have felt forced under the circumstances, but it only made me feel Reese's urge, which stimulated me.
The water was falling down past me, mostly touching Reese's shoulders, but falling between us.
He moved down my stomach, and slowed down as he reached my pelvis.
I held my breath, watching his hand inch down more and more, leaving a thin white residue wherever it went.
He kissed my jaw back to the sensitive spot behind my ear and I keened, closing my eyes for a few seconds.
I felt his hand travel lower until he was grazing it down my cock and over my balls.
He moved torturously slow, continuing the opened mouth kisses.
My hips started rocking, yearning for more.
Reese let the soap fall to the floor, and rewarded me with his whole hand now.
If I were to make a joke about 'dropping the soap' I'd surely kill the mood.
Reese pulled me impossible closing, rocking his hips in time with mine.
I could feel him growing harder, moving his hips quicker.
He made a fist with his soapy hand and let me fuck into it.
I was completely hard, and I wanted to kiss him. I turned and Reese met me with a kiss that we broke off soon after on account that it was a weird angle.
Reese wrapped his other arm around my waist, holding me down. He was hard now, too, and slipped his erect cock between my ass-cheeks.
I started to get edgy. This is the closest we've ever been to sex.
We were both fully panting, making them sound louder as they echoed off the tiled walls.
Reese suddenly pushed me forward, away from the stream of water, until I was hissing from feeling the cold shower wall on my chest.
He pressed chaste kisses over my shoulders to my shoulder blades.
"Malcolm...can I..."
Two car doors slamming shut announced dad's and Lois's arrival.
I jumped; making Reese hit the wall behind us.
"Crap! I'm sorry! We have to get out!"
If they caught us both, together in the shower...! Even if only one of us was in the shower while the other was in the bathroom is still weird.
I shut off the water and grabbed the towel that was on the floor and threw it at Reese.
"Hurry!"
"Wait, I think I still have shampoo..." Reese picked at his hair.
"No time!" I shoved him towards the door and grabbed a towel for myself.
I pushed him into the bedroom. "Get dressed!"
The front door opened.
Noticing all the scattered clothes on the floor, I kicked them under the bed.
"But..!"
I shoved him in the closet, I don't know why, then ran back to the bathroom. I could pretend I was showering or just got out of the shower.
Why didn't I stop to think that they would come home at any time?
I tried to catch my breath, listening in on what was going on outside the bathroom.
"No, Hal!"
She sounded mad.
"If you'd only listen to me!"
Dad sounded mad, too.
"I've had it!"
"I've had it for quite a while, myself!"
Did I just hear someone get slapped? Oh no, it was a chair.
"...I mean it!"
"Good!"
I tried to listen harder, if that was possible.
I heard the door to our room thrown open.
"Reese!"
What now?
I stepped out of the bathroom into the room, with my towel around my hips.
Lois, who was in the room, ignored me.
Reese walked out of the closet, dressed.
"Why is your hair wet," questioned Lois.
"I was hot..?"
You're not good at lying are you, Reese? I guess that benefits me.
"Well either way, we're going!" Lois grabbed Reese's arm and started taking him to the door.
"Wait, what?" Reese pulled free.
"Get some of your clothes; we'll get the rest later. We're leaving."
What?!
"Mom, what're you talking about?"
"You heard me. Go!"
What?!
Reese looked at me, confused above all, but I couldn't say anything either.
"Fine!" Lois huffed in frustration and picked up Reese's backpack and opened some drawers and started
stuffing clothes into it. I'm pretty sure half of it was like mine-
When the backpack was fat, she closed it and put it on her shoulder.
"C'mon," she motioned for Reese to follow her.
Reese didn't move.
"Now!" She grabbed Reese's shoulder and took him with her when she left the room.
All I could do is stand there, watching everything happen, under two minutes.
The front door slammed shut and I heard a car drive off a few seconds later.
I turned on my heels and went through the bathroom to open the door that led to my dad's room. I found dad sitting on the bed, with his head between his knees.
The drawers to the room were also ransacked. Lois must have taken her clothes, too.
"Dad, what happened?"
"It's over," he whispered, sitting up, running a hand over his face in a sigh.
I hope you mean this, which must be a joke...
"What?"
"It's over...!...Malcolm... We had a fight. We're getting a divorce. They're moving out."
"What...but...!"
My dad left the room and I was left alone in the desolate room, still in my towel.

I knew they fought. I knew they disagreed, sometimes.
But they always made up; Reese and I could hear it through the walls.
I never gave it a second thought because I thought they were okay.

I didn't think it was the time, if there ever would be a time-to ask dad what happened.
So I went back to the warm bathroom and dried myself off completely. I changed into a new pair of boxers and tee before crawling into bed. I didn't see what time it was, but I closed all the doors and turned off all the lights.
There, in those few moments before I fell asleep, I felt the weight of everything come crashing down on me.
My mother dying.
My father being lonely and me being unable to do anything about it.
The actions I just witnessed.
But most of all: Reese.
The bed felt so big and lone.
I pulled the covers tight around me, wishing for more warmth.
At the beginning I just wanted Reese out of my life-I guess the universe heard me.


Wee chapter.
I have to go to the store to get more peanut butter and Fudgesicles.