Chapter 8:
Evaluations

(The PRE-SMUT Chapter)

A/N: Wow, so, so, so sorry for taking so long to update!!! I have another story going on that I had to finish for a contest. It was hard, but I'm proud of it. I think it's a lot better than this one. I really think this one sucks, I'm just continuing it because you people want me too. Thanks a lot for the reviews, you guys spoil me.

I'm just going to skip the whole "school day" because I just don't really feel like writing that. And I'm pretty sure you don't really feel like reading that. So…onto the teasing. *evil smile

Craig ran home from school, totally excited and nervous about "that." A spring breeze flew threw his dark curly hair, and he almost thudded into the door, he was running so fast. He threw upon the door and ran up the stairs, muttering a hello to Joey and Angela. As soon as he got in the bathroom he stripped off his jeans, band shirt, underwear, and socks. He leaned over, flipped on the shower, and evaluated himself in the mirror as the water heated up. Not too bad: this was his final evaluation.

          His hair was something Craig was proud of, shiny and dark and curly, a major chick (or guy, come to think about it) magnet. He had a flat chest and relatively muscular legs for a sixteen-year old. The (ahem) appendage between his legs was a good length, on the longer side of normal. Craig was, in his opinion, a little too pale, but that was okay. 

          He hopped in the shower. The hot water running down his back and front was a warm, pleasant feel.

But nothing compared to what's to come, Craig couldn't help but think.

          After rinsing shampoo out of his hair Craig turned off the shower, smiling. He couldn't help but smile.

TONIGHT HE WAS GOING TO HAVE A BIT OF FUN WITH MARCO!

         

Marco stood in front of his mirror, evaluating himself. His opinion wasn't as star-studded as Craig's was. He couldn't help but notice his braces, glaring in the light, or his hair, which wasn't doing what he wanted it to today. His chest was nice and smooth, but altogether…too Goddamn short! Annoyed, Marco ripped off his orange shirt and found another, less intense blue one. Despite his feelings of anticipation, Marco felt nervous. This was the first time in a long while were he had had any kind of sexual activity (well…paired activities anyway). Not since Dylan. And look how that turned out.

          Craig fumbled through his closet, finally finding a nice blue AFI shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. He slipped on the shirt, only getting it wet in a few places (because of his cold dripping hair), and then pulled on his jeans. He had a small amount of difficulty getting his jeans on because of the throbbing piece in his pants, which had refused to go down ever since school began this morning. It took an incredible amount of self-control to not jack it off in the shower. Craig knew it would be all the better to not have already "released" today. Finally, after drying his hair and slipping on red Converses, he ran out the door, mumbling to Joey that he would be at Marco's, and Craig shut the door before Joey could interrogate him.