[JULIAN]

I smirked as I watched the ball fly over the net. Poor Zeus. I thought, chuckling. Speaking of Zeus, he was squatting at the other side of the net, giving me a disappointed pout. His long hair draped around him like a curtain.

"You cheated," he simply stated as he came up the white net, narrowing his green eyes at me. I suddenly blushed, but I don't know if it was out of embarrassment or just the fact that he was absolutely cute with that look on his face.

"I didn't," I mumbled, looking away from him. Okay, I might have avoided passing the ball his way just a little.

"You kept avoiding me," Zeus said as he ran the tip of his fingers on the white net.

"It's not called cheating..." I trailed, my face turning a light pink.

"Take a shower with me," Zeus purred, changing the subject. He moved away from the net, his sculptured chest was heaving and glittering with sweat. I turned a deep red, before turning away sharply. How could he be so straightforward with me?

"You know you don't have to," Zeus said, pulling the net over his head before coming across to me.

"You know, it's not as if I'm going to jump you in the shower. Well, unless you want me to," Zeus teased, holding my gaze. My face tinted even more. That was the problem. I did want him to jump me in the shower —anywhere really.

"I want to," I said, blushing uncontrollably. Zeus corked his eyebrows at me in confusion. I could feel more heat run up my face. Zeus is definitely not helping matters

"I-I mean, use the shower with you," I explained, hugging myself. I can't trust my hands they might just do something stupid. Zeus suddenly chuckled taking hold of my shoulders.

"Look at me Julian," he cooed, taking hold of my jaw and raising it so our eyes were on the same eye level. He tilted my head continually before dropping his hand. He studied me with his green eyes and I, him, with my blue ones. I don't exactly know what we're doing. Inspecting each other? Taking in each other?

"You're beautiful," Zeus stated out of the blue. I think I choked on my own gasp. Zeus laughed taking hold of my sides and pulled me closer. I blushed looking around the empty court. What in the world does he think he's doing?

"No one's here," Zeus whispered, pulling me closer. I blushed. Why in the world is he telling me this? Wait, is something meant to happen?

I gasped and hugged Zeus to myself, feeling his bare palms on my butt. God, how did it get there?

"Zeus!" I gasped, burying my face in his neck. I really don't think I can stop shuddering and blushing.

"You're soft..." Zeus mumbled into my neck. I shivered, feeling his palms run up and down my butt.

"Zeus..." I complained out of embarrassment. I tried preying his hands off me. I'm still trying to figure out how his hands found themselves in my shorts in the first place.

Zeus laughed taking my mouth with his, kissing me with a gentle pressure as he ran his palms up and down my butt. I moaned in his mouth feeling my shorts become a bit tighter. God if I did that here I'd probably die of embarrassment.

"Zeus," I muttered in between kisses before I started shifting against him, wanting to feel more of him. Zeus pulled me away a bit and stared, amusement glittering in his eyes.

"You know you could come on me if you want," Zeus chuckled as I turned into a tomato.

"You're so stupid!" I screamed, pushing him away from me. I blushed looking down at myself, of all the times... I looked up to find Zeus staring at me, his face a light pink. I blushed harder realizing what exactly he was looking at. I turned around backing him.

"You know, it actually looks very cute," Zeus teased. Don't turn around, don't turn around. I recited to myself, closing my eyes shut. I don't care if I was behaving like an immature kid in kindergarten.

"You know I was enjoying the view." I heard Zeus complain. I soon felt his arms wrap around my waist. Why was he suddenly so touchy with me?

"You know, we still have to take the shower," Zeus murmured into my hair and I blushed. Every other person was probably finished and we were going to be alone.

Very Alone. I thought, blushing again. Zeus was perverting my mind.

"Shower, now," Zeus cooed against my ear. I nodded still blushing. We walked side by side to the main building. Not holding hands or anything, just standing side by side — our arms brushing ever so lightly. Getting there we said our goodbyes and congratulations to our remaining teammates that were preparing to leave. Entering the locker room a light blush crept up my face; as I expected we were alone. I jumped hearing the bathroom door close behind me. I turned to see Zeus pulling off his volleyball shorts. I couldn't help noticing how his dark blue briefs clung to his thighs perfectly. I blushed, turning away. What exactly am I getting myself into?

"What? Getting cold feet?" Zeus teased, coming up behind me. I shut my eyes. He was probably naked. God, why exactly am I closing my eyes? I probably wanted to see — what am I doing?

"You're shaking," Zeus stated, taking hold of my shoulders.

"I'm not," I protested, shaking my head a little.

"Your eyes are still closed," Zeus teased, only making me blush the more

"I..." I trailed opening my eyes briefly before closing them shut again.

"You know it's not really fun being the only one naked," Zeus said, making his hands take hold of my waist. So he's naked. God. I thought, shutting my eyes even tighter as if that was physically possible.

"You're wearing way too many clothes," Zeus stated, taking hold of my shorts and pulling them down. I gasped feeling the cold air chill my tights, penetrating through the thin cotton material of my boxers. I brought my palms of my hands to my face trying to stop myself from shaking.

"You still have your jersey on," Zeus mused, pulling my shirt up a little. My chest contracted in a gasp.

"Zeus..." I trailed, placing my hands on his, begging him to release my shirt.

"I don't like being the only one naked," Zeus cooed again, pulling my shirt up a bit more. I brought my palms to my mouth not really knowing what to do. I gasped into my palms feeling my shirt roll up all the way up. Rising my hands over my head Zeus took off the shirt completely. I blushed suddenly feeling a twig of insecurity.

"Open your eyes," Zeus breathed into my ear. I shivered; his breathing was labored and came out in raw pants. I opened my eyes obediently keeping my eyes on the overhead shower not too far away.

"Turn around," Zeus demanded so I did. The way his eyes ran up and down my body made me shiver nervously. His arms soon started roaming over my chest, my back, and my thighs. God. I thought my mouth parting in a small whimper. My boxers suddenly felt tighter.

My eyes widened when I felt my boxers roll down my tights.

"Now we're both naked," Zeus mused, satisfied. I blushed, burying my face. Zeus was relatively taller than me. He was probably a 6'4 to my 6'2.

"Shower," Zeus said raising me off the ground. The boxers that hung at my ankles dropped, I gasped as Zeus carried me from my butt my legs instinctively going around his waist. Before I could really comprehend what was going on Zeus took my mouth with his, kissing me deeply and occasionally nibbling my lips. My eyes fluttered close as I buried my hands in his hair in contentment. God kissing Zeus is like taking in oxygen. You couldn't have enough of any.

I felt Zeus walk us to the shower, Zeus pushing the stall door open with his foot and shutting it behind us with his heel. The showers weren't the usual open showers in public recreation centers; they were designed in medium-sized stalls with a shower head in each one.

I felt Zeus shift my weight onto his left hand as he turned the knob of the shower with his free hand. I could feel the cold water droplets make their way between my lips. I could feel my front curls stick to my forehead. I let my hands run through Zeus' hair; it's so long and the water made Zeus' hair seem silkier. I whimpered in protest as Zeus broke the kiss.

"You're so beautiful," Zeus cooed, staring at me with his green eyes that were in slits now. I could feel the pounding of my heart in my chest. I don't know there's something about the way Zeus called me 'beautiful.' It made me feel unnaturally perfect — well, beautiful. I bit my lip at the sight of his dark moppy hair clinging to his face, his neck, his chest. I could see the light sheet of freckles scattered over his chest and shoulders. I blushed, feeling my hardness press against his stomach a little more. I could feel him beneath my bottom. It was embarrassing because it got me excited.

"You're yummy," I suddenly stated, tracing his facial features with the tip of my index finger. His jaw seemed strongly set from a distance but delicately placed as if it was the finishing touch of a masterpiece, Zeus is a masterpiece

"Yummy?" Zeus asked staring at me in amusement. I blushed embarrassed. Gosh, I had forgotten I said that that.

"You look yummy, edible. Your freckles even look like little chocolate sprinkles," I cooed, running the tip of my index finger across the pattern of freckles on his chest. Zeus burst into laughter.

"Edible er, you look like..." Zeus trailed, cocking his head at me as he gazed straight into my eyes.

"A strawberry, a very sweet strawberry," Zeus mused, grinding against me. I held his shoulders, gasping in surprise at the tingles that ran through me. I felt a new pang of want. I clung to Zeus in protest when he let go of my waist.

"If you don't get down we'll never that the shower," he stated in a matter of fact tone. I blushed, undoing my arms and legs. I let my feet touch the ground before I turned over, backing him.

I just stared at the blue bathroom tiles of the shower walls. Why did he have to say that? I wondered as my face warmed up.

I felt something warm and rough rub against me and I gasped. I corked my head to the side to find Zeus sponging my back. He wasn't looking he didn't seem to notice that I turned; he just kept sponging my back in slow motions. He suddenly looked up at me and smiled.

"I figured you weren't going to take the shower just standing there, so I'm doing it for you," Zeus said making me blush. I turned away from him but I let him continue what he was doing anyway. I really like Zeus touching me, I really do.

[ZEUS]

I don't think I've ever enjoyed a shower that much in my life.

"You're quiet," I commented sparing a look at him. We were heading to my place my place. I had asked him over for dinner after the shower as I dried my hair with a towel. He stared at me, blushed then turned away and suddenly nodded.

"I'm — I'm just nervous," Julian concluded, toying with the hem of his H&M sweater. He was so cute... everything about him was cute. His butt was cute.

"The green light's on," Julian commented his face tinted a light red. I blinked, turning away as I took my leg off the brake. Now it was my turn to blush, I had been staring at Julian. I had probably made him uncomfortable. That's the thing. I thought, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. I don't want to make him uncomfortable; it's not like he's Louis, all confident and corky, he wasn't stubborn and... I got lost in my thoughts as I looked at him from the side of my eye. He probably has no idea how good-looking he is. I finished saying in my head, turning away. Julian is Julian. Shy, uncertain, and as I found out today; relatively obedient.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, concentrating on the wheel.

"It's okay?" Julian answered, confused, probably turning away to the window.

I sighed. Why I'm I so conscious of Julian? I seem to be avoiding invisible cracks with him. He wasn't just some 'buddy' I could put on top of my counter and fuck to oblivion. If Julian was just some buddy I would have fucked him in the shower but that's the problem. He's not just some buddy, he's...

What is he? The thought ran through my mind as I pulled the brake in front of my Victorian-style house. Okay, it isn't the house that my co-workers and partners knew me to live in; it's my chill house. If that makes sense. I would have taken Julian to my actual place, but, um, it was how am I going to put this? Rich looking. Yeah, that.

"Is this your place?" Julian asked, looking out the window at the neatly mowed lawn.

"Yeah," I answered feeling a small pang of guilt.

"It's beautiful," Julian mused, touching the house through the glass like a child. I smiled warmly at him. There's something attractive about his childishness.

"Let's go," I said getting out of the car, Julian, following suit. We walked through the lawn to the stained glass front door.

"Isn't this dangerous?" Julian asked, poking the glass with his finger.

"No," I answered, retrieving my keys from my jeans' pocket, my rucksack hanging lazily from my shoulder. I fumbled with the lock a little before the door finally opened. I held it open for Julian and walked in after he did. A few minutes later spots came running around the corner barking and running around my leg. I'm surprised I've never fallen down.

"He's so fond of you," Julian said standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen. The kitchen had black wide floor tiles and wooden adorned walls. I dragged my left foot behind me, Spots hanging from it. Walking to the bar stools by the counter, I took a sit and attempted to cross my legs. Spots rolled off my foot to the floor, whining in protest. I ignored him and settled my gaze on Julian who was still standing in the middle of the kitchen, still dying from nervousness. I got up and headed towards him. I watched, amused as the dog's ears perked up and his eyes followed Julian's scared gaze.

"What's it doing?" Julian asked, his voice sounding a bit worried.

"Judging you," I answered, amused.

"Why?" Julian asked as spots sat in front of him his doggy head corked to the side.

"You probably smell like me," I commented, returning to lean on the counter as I watched the familiar light pink pigment flood Julian's cheeks.

"That can't be why," Julian argued, turning away from me. Spots barked hugging one of Julian's legs, his tail wagging instinctively.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that's why," I teased, looking at Julian. He looked good in the loose sweater he was wearing and even better in the blue-washed jeans he had on. I really like the way they clung to his legs.

"You know, he treats Louis like that," I commented, moving away from the marble counters and stretching.

"I—" Julian trailed, snatching his leg from Spots, before walking towards the front door. His steps hurried and loud.

"Julian?" I called, worried as I followed him.

"I need to go I remembered I ha—" he mumbled as I got to him, his right hand already wrapped around the doorknob.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking hold of his chin, and forcing him to look at me. He averted his eyes refusing to.

"Nothing," Julian said not being very convincing. I frowned. Something was obviously ticking him off, but what? Was it Louis? I thought to myself as my eyes widened in realization.

"Is it Louis?" I asked. Julian's eyes widened like one of a deer caught in headlights.

Bingo.

Talking about Louis was making him uncomfortable. I sighed over how stupid I was. I should have noticed.

"No." Julian lied, turning his eyes away from me again. He was visibly shuddering. Did he want to cry?

"Julian you have to look at me," I stated, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him lightly.

"What?" Julian asked, his voice shaky. He looked up at me, his eyes clouded with unshed tears. My heart contracted in pain. Why was he crying?

"You're crying," I stated, trying to use the back of my hand to clean his eyes.

"Don't," Julian sobbed, pushing my hand away and using the sleeves of his sweater to clean his tears. My eyes softened, I'm a pervert to find him cute at this particular time.

"Is... Is Louis your lover?" Julian asked, letting his hand drop. His big cloudy pools for eyes were expectant, yet afraid.

"No," I half lied. He's not my lover per se. I heard Julian sigh in relief.

"Is it okay if I'm happy about that?" Julian asked, looking straight at me, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, I mean yes of course not," I whispered, taking his face in my hands and guiding his lips to mine. He gasped then pulled away quickly. His gaze settled on the floor

"We're meant to be having dinner," he commented, hugging himself.

"I know..." I trailed, forgetting what I was about to say. I think it came across the lines of 'I just want to kiss you' or 'just let me touch you.' You know it's hard to think when the definition of yumminess was standing right in front of you.

Julian's face soon turned a hot pink. What is he thinking about? I asked myself corking my head to the side to get a better look at him. I could hear spots padding around in the background. He knows not to interfere in things like this.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" Julian asked out of the blue, looking straight at me. I raised my eyebrow in confusion but nodded anyway. As long as it doesn't involve letting him go.

"Make love to me."

My eyes flew open in surprise.

Wait.

Wait, wait. I'm not deaf, am I?