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highlight of what was mostly a lousy day to see Rusty in the morning, and to have him smile
and say hi. Christ, it wasn’t that he was queer or anything, and Noah knew
that too, just that it did give him something to look forward to other than
Hector’s hazing. He sighed, because he knew that as perfect as he thought
Rusty was, Rusty laughed like the rest did when Hector teased him, but at
least he didn’t start any of the comments. That was something wasn’t it?
He slowed down a bit as he came up to Rusty’s locker and his eyes couldn’t help but stare
a little at the new kid. Christ he was so fucking hot that Noah was certain
that he would cream his fucking drawers if the guy so much as said BOO to
him. His eyes had that look, a certain gleam to them that just melted a
person’s will to hide anything from his probing thoughts. It was like the
guy was just so complete, so totally in charge of himself that you could
feel his self-confidence. Shit, what he wouldn’t give to have one tenth of
that confidence but then maybe if he looked that good he would, instead of
looking like the male version of twiggy.
Christ everything about this new kid looked good. His hair was shoulder length, a dark rich
brown colour that seemed to glimmer in the sunlight coming in from the
sides, and his eyes were already enough to die for. His lips were thin and
pale but they suited his long narrow face. The way his nose looked was just
right for it and Noah could see the way each nostril flared a little as he
breathed in. That in itself got his dick hard as he saw the chest push out
and then in as the kid breathed. He wore a simple blue button down shirt,
long sleeves but rolled up past his elbows and the skin was a deep golden
tan colour, the kind that sun worshippers would kill for. The shirt fit
snugly and with each inhale of his lungs, you could see the buttons shake a
little and the muscles in his stomach made the fabric ripple.
Noah tightened the grip on his books as he walked past,
lowering his face but trying to sneak a peak from under his eyelids. He
breathed in deeply smelling a sort of apple fragrance and wondered what type
of shampoo he used, or if it was a soap scent, because whatever it was, it
was friggin perfect. It just had the right hint of apple to it and if
anything, it made him seem even more desirable. Shit, it would be all he
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