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The way his bright blue eyes are glued to what I’: I can’t focus onon him And his eyes And his …
His hands The way his arers nearme Why is it now that I’et the impulse to scoot a little closer to me, so maybe our arms could touch I wouldn’t flinch away Doesn’t he know that?
When the bell rings, all one In PE, the thoughts return in full force—especially e split into partners to do sets of pull-ups on a row of bars that line one end of the gylin’,” Coach Larry uide him to finish his set You’re his spotter, his coach, his trainer Don’t let your partner down! Get ‘em done, boys!”
So now the coach is encouraging us to touch each other And of course Toby and I are partnered up And when an exhausted Toby is on just his second set of pull-ups, his arhts to finish his last three reps C’ain But he continues to strain and grunt, and I can’t just stand here With a resigned sigh, I grudgingly grab hold of his hips to give hieh! Mroan like that, all sexual and deep-throated
But as I push him further, his biceps respond, and he starts to pull hiloriously close to his tight, gorgeous buns in those sht to them Withfor ers to slide down the at for a solid week now, every tie in the locker room, every time he walks off He oing to check with Coach Larry about trading his clothes for a better size”, in his words Please don’t ever do that, Toby These tight shorts are showing off your fricking perfect butt in just the right way
Wait Fricking? Did I just use that word un-ironically?
“V-V-Vann??” he squeaks out in desperation
Oops I returnhim as he finishes out his set Then he drops from the bars, exhausted, and turns to face me With my hands still on his hips, we experience a very briefexquisitely close to each other, my arms around his waist, our eyes connected
Lasers and firecrackers and boo off between our faces He catches his breath, sweat dripping down his forehead, a droplet dangling from his nose His lips are parted, full, kissable, reddened and wet The blues of his irises glisten and sparkle in the bright lights of the gym, and they’re bottomless with emotion
Then with a blow of the whistle, we’re dise, and the moment is over
My heart still races e sit down for lunch “Why don’t you highlight your lines?” he asks me over trays of dry, crues
I’ of the his waist “Huh?”
“In your script I, uh, noticed You don’t highlight your lines?”
I snap out of h and it isn’t easy “Nah It’s a tired practice and a waste of ti lines”
“Why do you say that?”
“It’s like saying, ‘Here’s my line … bullshit, bullshit, bullshit … ah, another precious line of mine … more bullshit, bullshit, bullshit … and another lovely line for me … crap, crap, waste of space, blah, blah … ah, ht them, the whole script is your responsibility As it should be People just highlight their lines because it’s what everyone else does I don’t do what everyone else does”
Toby frowns “I don’t really see it like that To me, itrehearsal, when you’re trying to focus on the other actor, and—”
“If setting your lines on fluorescent fire does it for you,” I tell hio to town Besides, no a script”