We're Having A Heat Wave
By Sweet Anne, Anne, Kelly…whatever you know me by, lol
Disclaimer: I own nothing. How sad my existence is.
Summary: Skittery and Snitch play around in a sprinkler, and, of course, one thing leads to another. But Snitch refuses to admit he's gay.
Chapter two: Snitch
I'm not gay! I don't understand why people always ask if I am. I'm not walking around, holding some guy's hand, am I? No! I don't dress like a flamer or something. Ok, so why does Race always smile whenever he sees Skitts and I together?
I mean, sure, I've looked at other guys. I've looked at girls too. So how does it make me gay? I always look at other people. It's a habit. It doesn't make me gay!
Right?
And just because my best friend, and the majority of the people I hang out with, is gay, it doesn't mean that I have to be too.
I can be the straight guy among a group of homosexuals?
Right?
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I hate the heat. Always have and always will. I'm more of a winter person. That's another thing that won't change. I like the cold that forces you to wrap your arms around your friend to keep warm.
Girlfriend…that's what I meant.
Not 'friend.' Girlfriend…
Yeah…
Ok…so why am I outside on a day that is unbearably hot, you might ask? First off, the morons in the Frat house were messing around last night and screwed with the cooling system, so now we have no air conditioning. Secondly, Skitts dragged me out here. He was saying something about not letting me fry inside.
And Skittery had the bright idea to steal a sprinkler from the boiler room, so I figured it'd be ok. I mean, I did the stealing and he was the lookout, but I guess there's gotta be a reason I have my nickname, right? And I did want to keep cool.
I've never used a sprinkler before. Well, I've never set one up at least. And the one I snitched was pretty old, so I had no clue how it would work.
"Erm…Skitts, are you sure that you're doing it right?" I asked nervously, looking around to make sure Kloppman wasn't anywhere near us. He'd flip if he knew we stole the sprinkler, even if the thing was prehistoric. College janitors are nuts, I'm telling you!
Skittery smiled, pulling the hose off that twirly thing at the side of the building. Don't know what they're called, but he was pulling the garden hose off of it, "I know what I'm doing."
I shrugged because he sounded confident, but didn't make a move to help him. If the thing blew up or something, I was SO not taking the blame for it.
"Hey, Snitch, can you turn the water on?" Skittery asked as he looked into the hole at the end of the hose. It was pretty funny watching him do that, just staring at a hose like it was going to bite him or something.
By then, I was in a pretty good mood, so I ended up dancing over to where the knob to turn the water on was. I heard Skittery laughing behind me, which irked me a bit. He's my best friend and all, but, like I said, he's gay. Oh well.
Wait…oh well?
I did NOT just say that!!
My eyes were bulging out of my head by the time I turned the knob. I hadn't…no…I couldn't have just blown off the fact that Skittery might have been checking me out. No frickin way!
"Snitch!! Today!" Skitts called. I heard him laughing again.
"I turned the knob already!!" I shouted, laughing despite the fact that…well…I wasn't bothered by the whole checking-me-out thing.
"Turn it the other way, you retard," He said, clutching his side with one hand as he laughed. I smirked, a lovely little light bulb forming above my head.
He was still holding the hose in one hand and it was pointed towards him. I guess he didn't realize that because he was laughing.
So I turned the knob all the way, just like he told me, and he got a face full of water.
"Gahh!! Snitch!!!" He shouted, dropping the hose.
"Is the water on?" I asked, blinking innocently as he wiped water from his face. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
"You are an evil monster," He muttered as he tried to fix his hair. It just stayed matted to his forehead the ends sticking up at strange angles.
"Lost cause, dude," I said, closing my eyes as I laughed.
BIG mistake.
Want to know why? Because, with my eyes closed, I didn't see Skitts grab the hose and spray it at me.
"Ackk!!!!!! Skitts!!" I sputtered, falling on my ass as I tried to swat away the water. He laughed, offering me a hand to help me up. I glared and pulled him down onto the ground.
"Gross! I have mud all over my ass. I really hate you, kid!" He was laughing, which told me he wasn't really mad. Duh!
"Oh shut up! You know you love me," I muttered, wiping drops of water off my nose.
"Yeah, says a lot about my taste in guys, right?" I waited for him to laugh, but he didn't.
Ok…but he had to be joking, right?
If he were joking, he wouldn't be silent. He'd be laughing instead of hooking the hose up to the sprinkler.
Ah, crap!
"Hey…um, Skitts," I started, not really knowing what I was going to say. How do I reply to…that???
Thank God for Racetrack! He came storming across the campus, wearing nothing but a towel, (it was pink!!) a search-and-destroy look pasted on his face.
"Skitts, get a load of that," I pointed and we both cracked up, earning glares from Race. God, he's intimidating for someone one-third my size.
We were still sitting in the mud when the spray of the sprinkler came back over us, getting any part of me that had still been dry soaked through. Race smiled triumphantly, pleased that we'd got what we had coming.
"Wonder how much Denton would flip if we walked into the dorms like this," I mused, laughing at the thought of the Dean of campus screaming about wet furniture. I stood and so did Skitts, which I found amusing.
"You want to dry off or something?" Skitts asked, sending me a look that said he thought I was a chicken.
"And miss the opportunity to jump through a sprinkler? I think not!!" He smiled at that and so did I.
Jeez, his smile was nice to look at.
What??
"You gonna run through a sprinkler in jeans? Yeesh! That's gonna chafe like a bitch, you know."
"Thanks, Mom," I said, slowly reaching for my belt buckle. What was I wearing under my jeans anyway?? …Boxers! Ok, that's fine. Nothing too revealing.
"I resent that comment," Skitts said, laughing as he pulled his wet shirt over his head.
And what did I do? What did straight-as-an-arrow, definitely-not-gay Snitch do?
I stared at his chest, transfixed by the smoothness of his skin and the way the muscles rippled as he tossed the shirt aside. I heard him laugh and my cheeks burned red.
"Come on. It's too hot to just stand around," He was only wearing his boxers by then, and, my God, did he look nice wearing only them.
Didn't say that. I DID NOT just say that.
I took a deep breath, trying to…I don't know…trying to stop thinking like this. Like I was gay.
"The water's coming back at you, you know," Skitts said, his voice showing just how amused he was. I wanted to glare, but couldn't. I just moved to the side as I struggled to pull off my shoes and then my jeans. It's pretty hard when you're completely distracted by your nearly naked boyfriend.
Best friend!! I meant best friend!
I struggled to get my shirt over my head. My hands were shaking way too badly. It's hard to explain, but I was definitely looking at Skittery from a different perspective and it scared me. He wasn't just the kid who helped me fit in once I moved here or the guy who would always beat people up if they insulted me.
He was…
…beautiful.
I smiled after I thought that. He was, wasn't he? My beautiful Skittery.
My?
"Come on, Snitch! The water's great!!" I blinked a few times before realizing that Skitts was running through the sprinkler, laughing his head off as he got even more soaked.
My smile grew as I jumped through the spray of water, running into Skittery, a look of curiosity on his face.
"Graceful," He said, smiling as he looked up to meet my eyes. He has chocolate-colored eyes, you know. Real pretty. I straightened myself up, moving out of his arms.
"Shut up and run," I grinned, my eyes glinting devilishly. He chuckled.
He didn't run, you know. I think he figured out what I was doing because he stood still and let me knock us both down. Maybe he saw it in my eyes. He always told me that my eyes revealed whatever I was thinking.
My legs were spread to straddle his hips, the thin fabric of my boxers clinging to my skin. I looked him straight in the eye, smiling at the warmth that met my gaze, before running a finger along his cheek. Down his neck. Over his collarbone. Along the curve of his side. And then, finally, to the waistband of his boxers.
I liked how he looked once I did that, his eyes wide but shining beautifully back at me. I couldn't tell if he was surprised or scared, but I knew he liked it. Liked how I was finally giving in to him. I wonder if I've felt this way all along and only just realized it. Who knows? All I can say is that he's beautiful.
"Skitts?" I asked softly, licking my lips even though they were already wet.
"Yeah," He replied, his voice cracking slightly. I could tell he was surprised. His voice cracked whenever he was surprised.
"Mind if I stick my tongue down your throat?" I said with a chuckle. It's a kind of inside joke between us. Once, when Spot was really drunk, he, somehow, thought Skitts was his current boyfriend and asked him that. Talk about piss-in-your-pants funny!
"I think I can deal," He replied, a wide grin forming across his wet lips.
Want to know something funny? As clichéd as is sounds, the world around me meant nothing once Skittery lifted his lips to mine. There was passion and love, adoration and devotion, desire and excitement, all locked in that one connection of our lips.
Want to know something else? I barely heard Race's voice when he called from out that window. I barely felt the water as it came back over us, soaking us again and making it feel like we were kissing underwater.
The only things that seemed real to me were Skittery's hands in my hair and his lips on mine, the warmth of his body and the smell of whatever cologne he had on. Those things were what mattered. What will stay in my memory long after the kiss ends and we get off the grass. They were what was important.
So we just let the world melt away.
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Ok, so I'm gay after all. I don't really think it's necessary for me to say, unless you weren't paying attention while I was telling you my story. Or if you thought Skittery was a girl. Ha, he'd kill you if you told him that.
Anyway, it's been a while since that day on the lawn. The heat wave broke that night, a cool rain taking its place. We had about a week of no-stop rain.
Skittery was my rainy-day activity.
And still is.
End
Next Chapter: Race plays matchmaker (I think it's the first thing I've written where he isn't getting with someone, lol) and…well, the laundry room will never be the same again ^ _ ^
Anne: Come on. Say it with me: Awww!! I love how this came out, lol. Skittery and Snitch are so cute together. And Closet!Snitch is adorable!!!!
Skittery: Whoa…what?
Anne: Weren't you paying attention during the fic? You and Snitch checked each other for tonsillitis
Skittery: o_O…huh?
Anne: Played a little one-on-one hockey with your mouths
Skittery:…is that possible? How'd I fit a hockey stick in my mouth??
Anne: I give up!! You are hopeless!! And more naïve then Mush!!!! *storms off*
SOs
Thistle: Heehee, don't worry. No Race/Spot-age in this series. Well, hope you enjoyed this installment of my fic! I love Skittery and Snitch, lol
HopeWasHere: *grins* I'm really glad you enjoyed Mush and Blink. They're adorable!! Heehee, here's the update! Enjoy!!!
Gothic Author: Oblivious!Mush is pretty cute, isn't he? *giggles* Mucho cuteage!! And I really, really doubt that there' s a situation where Race won't be sexy. It's like…Les scronking Pulitzer. *hurls* Why didn't I think of a different example?? EWW!! *gauges out eyes with a rusty spoon* Yick!!
Lol, you've gotta be nuts if you understand that! But…hmm…I'll leave it at that. Don't want another reason to gauge out my eyes
Chicago: Heehee, thanks. Here's the next part for ya!!
Studentnumber24601: I'm a lover of Mush and Blink, too, lol, though I've never written it before. They just…*dreamy sigh*…work. Really, really well! I agree with you. Fluff definitely is good for the soul. Made me happy writing that chapter and this one ^ _ ^ Heehee…can't you imagine Mush misinterpreting what Blink said and hearing, "Hey, you wanna do me?" *giggles madly* Well…I can, lol!
Shadowlands: Heehee, it depends on who you ask about heat waves. Ask me and I'll tell you I hate them. Ask, say, Mush…heehee. Yeah, exactly. And I'm trying to make this fun! It's a blast to write!! *gapes* Holy crap!! You got on your hands and knees and said 'I am not worthy! I am not worthy! I am scum!' Jesus, I didn't think I'd ever get that…wow. I mean, I really liked how 'Prefer It That Way' turned out…but it wasn't THAT good, LMAO!!! *ego blows up* I love you!! Your review did such a number on my ego. Ka-Boom!!! Jeez…and Angsty!Mush is adorable, lol. I luffles him to death. God, I hope you like this chapter as much as you liked the first *prays*
Zip1899: GAHHH!!!!!! I converted you!! Holy crap!! Eeehhh!!!! Makes me so happy. You changed your mind about slash!!!!!!! YAHOO!!!! *composes herself* Thanks for reviewing!