I stared at Michael while he his mouth hung open. He was turning red, like a tomato. I think what I said must've stunned him. He probably never had to shower with a guy before, or yet someone else for the matter. Showering with other guys was actually something I was familiar with.

Now don't get any ideas or anything. I mean when you're on the football team, that's kind of a given already. Taking a shower with other naked guys in the room was a normal thing to me, of course that rarely happened anymore. I tended to shower later, alone, when everyone was done since I usually sang while showering and I preferred not having an audience when I did.

Showering, however,with another person, together, was different. That was something more intimate than sharing a shower room with several other guys. It was what couples usually did.

It was what I and my ex-girlfriend used to do when we had to prepare for a date. It was one of those moments we shared that we knew how much we loved each other. I recalled all those times we were so happy together.

All those memories came back to me and it my heart ache. The memories hit me like a punch in the gut and I cringed slightly. I closed my eyes shut and inhaled deeply, as if to shake those lingering nasty memories away.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked as he placed his hand on my cheek. I quickly shook my head and gave him a small smile.

"Yeah, just remembered something…" I said trailing off. "So… about the shower?" I asked.

"Umm… Sure… I don't mind" Michael said awkwardly, blushing and I found it cute. I planted on a kiss on his forehead and that got me a smile from him. I slid out off my white undershirt and slowly took off my boxers. Michael's eyes widened as I did. His eyes rested on my member hanging freely and I smiled mischievously at him as his mouth hung open.

"Is something wrong?" I asked with a laugh. He started to flush redder and he looked away. I laughed once more and went to the shower. I slid the glass door and stepped inside the shower. I turned the knob of the water on a warm setting and moaned as the water made contact on my body. It was just right.

"Come on, you're not just gonna stand there are you?" I asked as I looked at Michael who was biting on his lower lip and looked anxious.

"O..kay.." Michael said as he made his way slowly to me. He started to step inside the shower but I stopped him as I held out my hand and placed it on his chest.

"Hold it." I said.

"Wh-what?" Michael asked as he stuttered on the words.

"Off with those" I said as I pointed down to his boxers. "Don't get them wet."

"B-but.." Michael started but I placed a finger on his lips to shush him. He looked at me as he did and I gave him a reassuring smile. I wanted him to feel comfortable around me so he shouldn't be ashamed of himself.

"It's okay. We're together now. So I want you to feel comfortable around me. So, come on now" I said with a smile. Michael began to protest but I stopped him again. He sighed and I smiled reassuringly at him. He gingerly put his fingers on the edges of his boxers. He slowly took them off and Michael was now exposed entirely. I was a bit surprised at how big Michael was considering I was way taller than him. Mine was about 8 inches and his like 7 and 1/2. Only a little difference.

"Come on in now" I said as I pulled him inside the shower. In seconds both, Michael and I were soaking wet.

"I love you Michael Weisman." I said as I wrapped my arms around his torso. I rested my chin on his shoulder. I felt him shudder at the contact.

"Blake…" Michael breathed as he turned his head slightly, as if to look at me.

"Yes?" I asked with a lopsided smile, my arms still wrapped around his waist.

"D-don't you think we're moving a little too… fast?" he asked. I lifted my head from his shoulder so I could look at him. His eyes were a little unsure under his damp black hair that stuck to one another as they got wet. He looked somehow cuter that way.

"We're not doing wrong or anything are we?" I asked. He shook his head slowly. "I'm just taking a shower with the person I love, nothing wrong with that, right?" I said as I smiled.

"Guess not…" He said as he too smiled. We stayed there like that for a while. My arms wrapped around Michael as the shower drizzled over us. The warm water was perfect for the moment. My chin resting on his shoulders and my eyes closed, enjoying and taking in the moment with Michael.

Michael was silent too. He was very relaxed under my arms and I could've stayed like that forever. I wished at that moment, that time would somehow freeze. Being with Michael made me so happy. With him all my problems and fears seem to fade. With Michael, I felt I could be anything I wanted to.

I held him tighter in my arms and he released a moan as I kissed him on the neck. The moment was so intimate, something we knew, we shared out of love, not lust. In fact we didn't even do anything sensual at the time. All there was love and an understanding of one another. It was such a feeling of bliss for me. Somehow, with Michael, I felt safer. I felt I belonged. I felt I had found my missing puzzle piece.

Not a word was said during those precious… seconds? minutes? It felt like hours, just standing in the shower, being aware of each other's presence, and acknowledging one another. We didn't need words to express at that moment how much we loved each other, well I couldn't speak for Michael but I think that's why he was still and silent inside my hold.

With Michael, it was like our souls already were intertwined with one another. I don't believe in the whole soul-mate thing or your destined pair. If that were true, then what about if your soul-mate were somewhere in Zimbabwe and you were thousands of miles apart, and you never got to know one another. Then that would suck ass.

Michael and I connected in a special way. Somehow, as if possible, I felt that our souls were in sync. Working with one another, very similar, yet very different at the same time… I was thinking over these thoughts as we were in the shower and I felt myself falling into a daze.

Like my mind leaving my body. I suddenly felt numb and nothing seemed to make sense for a moment. I was starting to go into a dark place, not in Michael's bathroom anymore… somewhere dark… and empty… I suddenly became anxious of my surroundings. Where the fuck am I? In a second, we were at Michael's… now I don't know. I couldn't see anything and my breathing picked up and my heart started to pound faster. I slowly was becoming scared as shit. I didn't know what to do.

"Blake?" Michael asked suddenly, his voice snapping me of what was like a drugged state for me. A drugged, horror state that is. I blinked my eyes a few times and refocused on where I was. No nothingness. Just Michael and his sweet scent. I dropped my chin from his shoulder and placed my nose on top, as a a replacement.

"Yeah?" I asked from behind him.

"I think we should get ready now…" He said sadly. I frowned a little. Michael was right. We couldn't stay in the shower forever, although I wish I could. But if that scene does return again, maybe getting out of the shower was not a pretty bad idea after all. Also, I didn't my skin to be so pruny forever. We couldn't stay there like that. Plus we had a 'date' too, so yeah, we really did net to get going now.

"You're right…" I said.

Michael and I finished washing ourselves, and occasionally, each other when we couldn't get those hard to reach areas. Sometimes we would kiss during showering, but nothing really sensual happened. At least not yet…

Michael was brushing his teeth as I was putting on my clothes. I just went with a simple blue v-neck cut shirt and a pair of black jeans. I was fumbling my chestnut brow hair in the mirror when he stepped out of the bathroom. I gave him a smile and he returned it.

"I'll meet you downstairs." I said, once I was content with how my hair looked.

"Okay."

I made my over to him and kissed him softly on the lips. It was just a simple peck but it made my body feel hot again. The feeling I got was such a rush, like I could run for a thousand miles just powered up by this kiss. It sent a shock wave throughout my body, coursing in my veins like it was a live wire. It made me feel alive again.

Michael's lips tasted and felt better than anything else I ever felt or tasted. Well except for that one time at the park when…

NO. What the fuck, how could I think of… SHIT. DON'T.

Michael suddenly realized that I froze so he broke the kiss and stared at me.

"What's up with you?" he asked, his voice a little cautious. "You seem to be falling into dazes every now and then."

I shook my head, as if to shake the images of Nellie away… SHIT! So much for not thinking about her. Now all those guilty feelings returned and my conscience was killing me as I stared at Michael.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." I said as I tried to smile at him. "I love you" I said trying to convince myself more than Michael that he was the one for me.

He smiled too. "I love you too, Blake" He said. I started to turn around as fast as I could after that. My conscience was eating me up by the second and I couldn't handle it at that moment. I turned away and made my way downstairs. How could I have done that to him? If he ever finds out, it would kill him. I drowned myself in thinking and battling against my thoughts again as I sat on the couch and buried my face in my hands. What a horrible boyfriend I was…

Moments later, Michael came down the stairs too in his gray hoodie and blue jeans. "Come on." He called as he pulled me up. I flushed all those thoughts away and tried my best for them not to resurface again. We made our way out the door and I could feel Michael's excitement radiating off of him. He smiled and I admired how he looked like a child on Christmas day.

" So, where we goin dude?" Michael asked once we were outside.

"It's a surprise." I said with a grin.