AN: I do not own these characters. They belong to Disney and although Disney has not used them in a while I still return them unharmed. I'm making no money off of this.
If you don't like slash, don't read. Kay?
P.S. The rating in this chapter is going up for certain thoughts by our lovely boys. Nothing too racy but just in case.
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Chapter 5
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Fulton's POV
Shit. Sharing a room with Dean in school is very different from sharing a room with him in a house where there are huge beds (even the pullout one is huge) and we know the walls are thick. That's an advantage seeing as how no one will complain about our music but that stupid voice in my head is reminding me that they won't hear anything else either.
Somehow I forgot Dean sleeps shirtless but when he tugged his shirt off and changed from his jeans to pajama pants I completely forgot how to breathe and how rude it was to stare.
"Fulton, you okay man?" he asked. I nodded and busied myself with getting the sheets on the pullout bed, me letting Dean take the normal one since the pullout looked just as good to me.
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Dean's POV
Fulton Reed, my fellow Bash Brother, workout partner, best friend, roommate, and crush all into one. Whom I also kissed earlier and who also sleeps shirtless when it's hot out and although Banks' house has central air, maybe I'll get lucky and Fulton will sleep shirtless simply because it's summer.
Wish granted. Seeing Fulton stand across the bed from me and pull his shirt off over his head, hair falling into his face made me think of how much I'd enjoy that from a different angle, like laying on the bed him sitting on my stomach kind of angle.
Fulton told me once he used to think he was ugly because no one wanted to be near him and no girls ever wanted to dance with him. I thought he was crazy when he told me that because there was no way Fulton was ugly, especially now after the years of hockey have blessed him with an amazing body and his face has softened up due to the undying amount of support and love between all the Ducks.
I can't picture Fulton ever being ugly but he swears by it. I remember the night he said it as the night I almost screwed everything up with us, when I told him he was perfect and tucked a strand of his black hair behind his ear letting my fingers linger a bit too long. I really could have lost him that night and tonight I probably will because I don't think I can have any more self-control in me.
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Fulton's POV
Dean was staring at me for a bit, seemingly lost in his thoughts so I took advantage of his blank stare and looked him over from head to waist considering the bed blocked everything from waist down.
His hair was longer then he usually kept it, him constantly saying he needed a haircut but never making an appointment for one. He'd gotten stronger and put on a bit more muscle if that was even possible, which it had to be considering his shoulders seemed broader and his biceps looked larger. His chest was well defined, a perfect six pack which is no small feat for a seventeen going on eighteen year old male who eats junk food practically all day.
I bit my lip when I found myself staring at his hips, wishing I could see through the bed just to admire him a little more. Slowly I dragged my gaze back up to meet his and smiled noticing how he was still thinking, what about I don't know.
Subconsciously he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and I remembered the night he did that for me after telling me I was perfect and not ugly, as I had previously assumed.
Dean was the only person to know how insecure I could be at times. Being a Bash Brother was great but the confidence on the ice melted away for me when I wasn't side by side with Dean smashing an opponent into the wall. I became quieter, more reserved and at times Dean would be the only one I talked to. Charlie was always the second person I'd open up to, maybe because I didn't worry so much about what he thought since he was so open minded whereas with Dean I wanted reassurance before telling anyone else anything.
Charlie and I found ourselves talking more when Dean was at home in Chicago because I still needed reassurance and before Dean that was Charlie's job. It may seem like I ditched Charlie but I know I haven't because he's found the same thing that I have with Dean in Adam and you can see it in the way they look at each other and can have a conversation without speaking.
And while I'm on the subject of Charlie and Adam I wonder how things are going for them in Adam's room. I snapped out of my thoughts and for the first time I noticed that Dean had come to stand next to me one hand on my lower back the other on my shoulder, him in front of me, an indescribable expression on his face.
We stared at each other for what felt like hours and where his hands touched my skin it felt like it burned, but in a nice way. I could get used to this skin-to-skin contact as long as it's Dean.
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AN: okay, okay I know crappy ending but the next chapter will hopefully make up for it. I hope the next one has more action and such in it. Hope you enjoyed it! Comment please!