AU: High School

5. Half Naked

It was starting again. The time where Alfred felt he was going through torture, he was slightly ashamed of what this "torture" was, but he just couldn't resist looking.

It was time for swimming classes again. It was getting hot so now instead of running laps they swam in the water.

Alfred liked any kind of sport, he liked swimming too, but what made everything so bad and at the same time so good was his crush.

Arthur Kirkland, genius student with fuzzy eyebrows, a grumpy, sarcastic attitude and horrible cooking skills. Either way, Alfred had watched him from afar like some school girl watching their infatuation; the only difference was that he was a boy.

Back on track, what Alfred hated and loved about the swimming classes was that he got to see Arthur only in swim shorts.

It was a blessing, but it was also a curse, because he really, really, wanted to run his hands all over that gorgeous body, but he couldn't. And what irritated him was that there were other students that could also see that body and it made him horribly jealous.

Damn it all, Arthur was his. But only in his mind, unfortunately. He didn't have the courage to swoop in and confess to the Brit.

Right now, he was pissed. He wanted to go to Arthur, throw him over his shoulder and go away. Keep him away from that French bastard that was definitely doing an once-over Arthur's body like he was a piece of meat (in shorts). He growled lowly, staring at the scene.

Of course, he knew Arthur knew how to defend himself and he grinned as he then watched Francis get thrown in the water by a kick from Arthur.

Ah, those fucking hot legs... Arthur was slender but he was strong, and damn those legs looked good, he wanted to touch them. He hoped he wasn't drooling because of these thoughts but seeing that no one made a comment he continued his staring, a really subtle stare, okay? He was really good at being subtle.

The teacher called them to warm up and Alfred subtly made his way to stay a little behind Arthur. And the warm up started, stretching their arms, legs and then they bent over and Alfred had a great – stunning – view of Arthur's ass. Holy shit, he looked so good in shorts.

After stretching, the teacher sent them into the pool to start the lesson and Alfred hadn't the fantastic view of Arthur's body anymore, so his thoughts ceased, for now. And that was a good thing, because he really didn't want to get a boner in public.

All was good till class ended and Alfred watched with a stupid expression on his face as Arthur got out of the pool. His hair and body were now wet and the hair stuck to his face and he looked delicious with that water running down his body. Fuck, he had to stop before things got a bit too hot.

But then, Arthur shook his head making his hair move along, drops of water flying and it looked like a scene from a movie. Alfred blushed and walked over to one of the walls of the pool to get out too, when he turned around to where Arthur had been standing, he was gone. He turned to the doors leading to the male section of the lockers room and saw him enter, towel hanging around his shoulders.

Alfred gulped and blushed as he followed his classmates.

It was going to be a long shower.

While Alfred took his shower trying his best to not look at Arthur, the same couldn't be said about the Brit himself, who - discreetly - sometimes looked at the American.

XDD I don't think I've got something to say about this one...

Well, just that I'm using my school's system...