Why Waste Water?

The squeak of sneakers, heated bodies, and the drip of sweat, all the product of hard training as Token and Clyde attacked the court, vigorously practising passing skills. It was this dedication that earned them plentiful respect from their team mates, almost put them on a podium, clearly they had voted Clyde Donovan captain for a reason. However as far as their dedication to the game stretched, they were taking the golden opportunity to talk about something that Token seemingly couldn't get enough of, namely girls.

Having spent the past half hour listening, Clyde was getting bored with the subject; he just couldn't get the same interest from them, didn't see the hourglass shape Token drooled over as inviting. He was interested to hear just how many people Token was seeing though, that guy was such a smooth bastard. He loved the romance side of it all, but he just couldn't keep himself faithful to one girl, the thrill was in the chase, not in the keep.

"Candice?"

"Friday night, great ass, nice and big. Took her to Le Jardin, she appreciated that."

"Lily?"

Token shot the ball at the hoop, effortlessly getting it through. Both boys switched directions, passing it to each other as they dribbled down to the other side of the court. It was their practice technique to imagine opponents and the ways they'd pass to dodge them. "She's actually quite a special one, but I'm still going to end it."

Clyde took the ball. "Your logic?"

"It's becoming a proper relationship; I don't want that, I'd get bored."

"Shame, I liked her when we met, she was reading like a really hard book, and taught me what 'lackadaisical' means." He'd have to remember to use that one around Kevin to impress him, ha, take that, Kevin Stoley, Clyde Donovan knows... uh big words too now. Yeah.

"Clyde, dude, stop staring into space dribbling, and pass!"

Token grunted as the ball hit his chest hard.

Clyde lowered his voice and whispered, just in case the walls were listening, they could do that. "What about Wendy?"

Token grinned. "Let's just say that unlike me, Stan would not appreciate her actions."

Clyde frowned. "You are terrible, why would you want to betray Stan's trust like that?"

Token spoke as if the answer was obvious. "...Because I can."

"Are you ever going to just pick one? Possibly even Wendy? Then it would make it a bit better."

"Why would I do that?"

"Well, you know, that's what people do. And what you're doing isn't it like, origami, or something?"

Token threw the ball at Clyde's head, who only just managed to catch it, avoiding a bruise. "The word's polygamy, dumbass, and no, I'm not married to any of them!"

"Craig and I still think what you're doing is wrong!"

Token caught the ball as Clyde passed. "Actually, I'm glad you brought Craig up. It reminds me, there was something I wanted to run past you?" He sounded more serious, voice losing its jokey tone.

"Oh?"

"He's never been with a girl..."

Clyde furrowed his brow at the obvious and random statement. "I knew that."

"Well?" Token was clearly trying to insinuate something.

"What's your point?"

"Did you ever think that he was you know..." Token looked expectantly at Clyde, eyebrows raised.

"...No?"

"That he was, you know... gay." The word was almost whispered.

"GAY!" Clyde dropped the ball on his foot. "Shit!" he cried, clutching at it in pain. He stared panic-stricken at Token, one word to make him so flustered. "Craig!?" He took a deep breath at his overreaction, calm down, calm down. "That's a ridiculous idea, dude. He's never been with a guy either. He's just not interested."

"You think so?"

"Well I've never seen Craig as gay, unless something changes then I'd say that he isn't." Now please get off the topic, fast. This was causing Clyde to get way too nervous.

"Okay, good. That's a relief."

'A relief', Clyde never thought that Token had a problem with homosexuals. "What do you mean: 'that's a relief'?"

"Well, come on, it's just easier to not have a gay friend right?"

"And would you abandon him if he were gay?" yelled Clyde in a sudden burst of fury.

Token raised his hands defensively. "That's not what I said! Besides we don't need to worry about that, Craig's not gay, so chill, dude."

Clyde clenched his fists by his side, calm down, and think of calm things. Running water, clear skies, and the soft ripple of wind on a lake... all blue, like Kevin's eyes. His heart leapt: Kevin. Kevin's face, his mouth, and the way he bit his lip when he was flustered, or thinking, or cross... or anything really. Clyde smiled softly. The way Kevin looked when their eyes met, the touch of his skin, the sound of his voice when he called Clyde's name, the cute laugh when Clyde said something funny, and the exasperated sigh when Clyde did something stupid. Everything was calming, everything was so amazing.

Token studied Clyde's face as the Jock stood there in a trance. "While we're on the subject of relationships and Craig, he said you've been grinning and smug all day, says you've been daydreaming for most of it." Token could see that was true. "Did you finally get some?"

Oh yeah, Clyde had gone a bit over the top with excitement that morning. He had never been happier; he just had to share it with the world, or at least Craig. The conversation played in his head.

"I did it, I had sex this weekend, it was the best I've ever had."

"Gosh, your ass must be sore then." Craig smirked at the shocked and then forced amused expression on Clyde's face.

Clyde's ass was actually sore. Kevin hadn't exactly had lube lying around Saturday night... or Sunday afternoon (making the most of an empty house.) "Screw you, dude."

"How many dudes must you screw until you're satisfied?"

"Well that depends whether you're available or not, because you'd be more than enough."

"Well I'm not."

"Well then, shove it."

"Up the ass?"

It had gone on much the same way until classes started, hadn't worried Clyde too much, Craig was just being Craig. Clyde grinned to Token again. "Yes I did."

Token practiced faking right, imagining an opponent in front of him, jerking his body like he intended to run that way. "So she finally let you into her panties."

Clyde broke left, catching the ball as Token lobbed it to him. "I think it was more like the other way round." He started dribbling the ball.

"What?" panted Token, coming to a stop. "You mean you were the one holding out?"

"Not holding out, more like nervous and not wanting to like... push things."

"Bro, you sound like a chick. Stop it."

"It's the truth, and just because I'm not thinking with my dick all the time, it doesn't make me a chick."

"Yes it does. It's their job to worry about not pushing things too far and what everything means. They overanalyze everything so you don't have to. Although that usually leads to having your head bitten off, but you just make up with a bunch of flowers and a meal at an expensive restaurant, right?"

"That's so not true, dude, and rather sexist."

"We're seventeen year old guys, Clyde. Sex is all we think about."

"Maybe if you actually found somebody special you wouldn't think like that. Try and find a proper girlfriend not just leading girls on. I've found someone so amazing that I wanted it to develop slowly, and notice all the other wonderful amazing things about a relationship. Did you ever realise how much more wonderful the kissing is if you're-"

"If you're in love?" cut in Token with a grin on his face.

Clyde went red. The word, he'd said THE word. What? Why? That's not what he was going to say... was it? "I-I'm not in love!" he shouted in shock.

Token raised his eyebrow. "Damn, you have it bad." Token looked up at the gym clock. "Regrettably I can't stick around to tease you about it, I have to run off."

Clyde was relieved in a way. "Without taking a shower? Happy to smell for the rest of the day?"

"I've got to be on air in five minutes. I'll get one later." Token began running towards the gym doors. "Make sure you turn the school radio up in the changing rooms, love bird, and remember- this isn't over."

"Yeah, yeah." Clyde lobbed the ball across the gym and straight through the hoop, he left it there bouncing and went to grab a shower.

"Hey there, number twenty-one. Aren't you just the sweatiest thing around these parts?" Kevin smirked. "And that's saying a lot."

Clyde glanced over his shoulder and grinned. Every time he saw Kevin it was like everything felt brighter, he just wanted to smile, showing anyone who could see that he was exceptionally happy, happy to see two wide blue eyes, which were always smiling back at him. Yeah, Kevin's eyes smiled. He bounded over to Kevin. "You like me sweaty."

Kevin backed away, raising his once again paint stained hands. "I like you clean as well."

Clyde smirked, observing the array of colours on his boyfriend's hands. "Do you not use a paintbrush anymore?"

"They just... they just get in the way, ya' know? And I just couldn't be bothered with them."

Clyde grinned in excitement, time to use his word! "That's a bit lackadaisical of you." The word rolled off his tongue smugly.

Kevin looked puzzled. "What?"

Ha, thought Clyde, take that, Kevin Stoley. He grinned, giving Kevin a quick peck on the lips, there was no one else around and he didn't think there would be. It was lunchtime so no one would come in for gym class, and there were no others training that lunch, except for Token. "I was just about to go for a shower so I'll be nice and clean for your majesty."

"Good, I like my men clean."

Clyde raised his eyebrow. "And just how many other men are you hiding away?"

Kevin's eyes twinkled. "Twenty one, in a vaguely romantic gesture to your jersey number."

Clyde graced his lips over Kevin's mouth. "Tell them all to get lost, you're mine."

Keeping his arms stretched way behind him; Kevin pushed his mouth to Clyde's again. "Correct," he muttered. He retracted his mouth, deciding it best if he didn't get carried away, which could happen with Clyde looking that sexy and sweaty. "You better go get that shower."

Clyde nodded reluctantly. "So, dude, why are you here?"

"No reason really, I knew you were training with Token this lunch, so when I heard his voice on the radio I thought maybe I'd catch you alone for a few moments." Kevin smiled. "And I did. That'll get me through the rest of the day I reckon."

The song that had played while they were talking finished and Token's voice drifted back on through the changing room speakers.

"That was Adele with Skyfall, which is unmistakably a bond tune, great song to a hopefully great film."

Clyde nodded. Much better that the crap Quantum of Solace one, but 'You Know My Name' for Casino Royale had been the best of the Daniel Craig themes.

"This next one goes out to my friend, who I think just discovered he's in love..."

Clyde's eyes shot wide with panic, oh no what was Token doing? This wasn't... this wasn't good, not at all.

"...it's about time someone shut down the machine for a while, first person who's been able to do it."

No, no, NO! Kevin needed to close his ears. He couldn't listen to what Token was saying... he couldn't hear those words and link it to him. Music filled the changing rooms, sounding louder than before, it couldn't have been but it sounded like that to Clyde.

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing. Watch you smile while you are sleeping.

Clyde held his breath. That was his favourite fucking song... a love song. That really helped things.

While you're far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever.

Kevin smiled. "Isn't this your favourite song? Aerosmith?" He laughed. "The description of the person as a machine and the song, plus the fact they're Token's friend, it's all a bit of a coinci-." Kevin paused as he examined Clyde's panicked face. "...a coincidence," he said slowly.

Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.

Clyde did the only thing he could do in such a situation, he grabbed Kevin and kissed him like he was intending the suck the life out of him. He kissed him urgently, powered by nerves and desperation, heightened by an aching in his heart he was determined to ignore for a little while longer. He kissed Kevin like kissing was going out of style, and was so relieved when Kevin kissed back. The black-haired boy seemed just as urgent as Clyde for a diversion from the conversation.

Clyde wrapped his arms around Kevin and pulled him closer, feeling his heart beat accelerating.

Kevin gasped. "C-Clyde, my hands, your top... stains."

Clyde didn't care; he grabbed Kevin's wrists and forced them around his back. Kevin clutched Clyde's jersey, groaning as the kiss deepened. He tugged at the bottom of the jersey, pulling it up and forcing their lips to separate as it was yanked over Clyde's head. He traced his hand along the sweaty torso, between the crevices, a line of paint transferring down. Maybe he did like Clyde sweaty just a little bit...

He gasped again as Clyde pushed back against him, forcing their crotches to meet and an excited twitching to occur. Clyde grabbed the bottom of Kevin's t-shirt and too yanked it over his head, tossing it carelessly on the floor. Their chests collided as they shared another passionate kiss. It felt so different from any other kiss to Kevin. Clyde was so desperate, like it was vital that something happened to relieve the tension. He had two burning desires and was trying to use one to block out the other. The paint from Clyde's chest imprinting onto Kevin's in a multi-coloured mash-up.

Kevin bit his lip and looked suggestively, through heavy-lidded eyes, at Clyde. "Looks like I may need to take a shower now too."

Clyde groaned, his arousal very clearly showing in his shorts. "O-oh dear."

"And I hate wasting water... there's only one thing for it." After a quick pinch of Clyde's ass, which made their hips deliciously buck together, Kevin practically threw Clyde towards the showers, caught up in a hormone driven desperation. The blood was pumping fast around his head as he kicked off his shoes and pulled down his jeans with speed he didn't know he possessed.

Clyde's shorts came off almost as fast, and Kevin laughed when a pair of boxers was flung over his shoulder, giving the black-haired boy a pretty damn fine view of the Jock's naked backside. He disposed of his own boxers and socks somewhere along the frantic run to the showers. A trail of clothes led from Clyde's locker, to where the two boys were standing, bodies connected, in the shower.

Craig sighed; he had to be the one that left his gym kit behind, didn't he? He had to cause himself unnecessary bother by hiking back to the other side of the school to retrieve it, eating into his much-needed nicotine time with McCormick.

Yeah, it just had to be him.

He kicked open the gym doors, seeing that it was empty, and gave a good hard kick to a basketball on his way past it. He'd never liked the game, it was too energetic, too many people shouting and jumping around. The fans were even worse, all crowding adoringly around his best friend, oh, and how could he forget the annoying cheerleaders and their 'peppy' completely false attitudes to life. Craig certainly hated basketball. He laughed straight in everyone's faces the day they tried to recruit him.

He continued his path to the locker rooms, hearing that it was quiet. Good, he didn't want to get stuck talking to the brain-dead Jocks, hearing about their nights out, or rather, hearing how they couldn't remember their nights out. 'I was so fucking wasted, man.' Whatever, big fucking deal.

Perhaps Clyde was in there though? He wondered where his friend had got too, probably singing in the shower. God, Craig would just grab his gym bag and get out of there. He stepped inside the locker room and spotted his gym bag. Making a quick grab for it, he was stopped when he did indeed hear a noise coming from the shower, a noise that did sound like Clyde, but it wasn't singing...

Craig narrowed his eyes, taking a few steps nearer the shower to hear the sound more clearly. That was definitely Clyde, he couldn't mistake that, it almost sounded as if he was groaning. Craig grew paler, realising a horrifying fact, there were two voices, two groaning male voices.

He was outside Clyde's locker, looking down at the trail of clothes on the floor, as if they'd been taken off in a hurry, carelessly tossed aside because there was something much more important in that moment, Clyde's kit, a pair of clearly guy's jeans, a pair of socks, two shoes and a vaguely recognisable t-shirt.

Craig picked up the t-shirt and viewed the picture on the front. Retro, Thunderbirds, Craig quite appreciated it actually. Or at least, he would have done, if he hadn't seen Kevin Stoley wearing the exact same one earlier that morning.