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A slight scuffling jerked Todd out of his rather pleasant dreams. It took him a moment to realise it was Neil, tripping over his slippers as he scrambled out of bed. Straining his eyes quickly, not daring to move in case the other boy noticed, Todd caught a glimpse of Neil’s white face as he moved swiftly across the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

Concerned, Todd sat up. The urgency of Neil’s moments as he’d left the room suggested something was wrong. Perhaps Neil was sick. Todd didn’t like that thought. It alarmed him in a strange way, and before he could reprimand himself, he was halfway along the hall, following Neil to the bathroom – if that was indeed where he’d gone.

Yes – a crack of light from underneath the door sliced through the darkness. Todd hesitated, his hand beginning to tremble as he reached out to push the door open. His mind was conjuring up all the worst scenarios, as always. What if Neil told him to go away, or had collapsed, or something equally horrible?? Todd shook his head, trying to shake those thoughts away, fighting his shyness. Neil was his friend, and might need help. His fingers lightly touched the door, pushing it open as quietly as he could – a loud creak could mean disaster in Todd’s insecure mindset. His eyes were fixed on the wood until the door was fully open, and only then did he look into the bathroom. What he saw made his eyes widen, a beautiful image branded onto his brain.

Neil was nude, his elegant, pale back to the door and to Todd, water and steam dripping down his angular frame. He was stunning, and Todd felt that familiar twitch in his groin that he sometimes felt late at night when he let his thoughts run away with him. His eyes drifted down the shadows and contours of his friend’s back to the gentle swell of his buttocks, round and alabaster and utterly perfect.. Involuntarily, his jaw dropped a little, and he’d taken two quick steps into the room and the door was silently swinging closed behind him before he caught himself. What was he doing, barging into the shower with his best friend and –

Todd’s train of thought was stopped so abruptly, it almost hurt. Neil turned a little, gracefully, and a flash of panic gripped Todd. If he was seen now, it could mean the end of everything. His cheeks coloured painfully at the thought of Neil turning and catching him standing there staring, his pyjama pants shamefully tented with the evidence of his desire. And how could this be happening anyway; how could he want Neil this way?? The way he was supposed to want girls??

But Neil’s eyes were closed, his hand placed firmly on the shower wall – and his body arched as if in dance, his neck stretching out, his back curving exquisitely. His lips parted, eyebrows creasing just slightly in an expression of relief or ecstasy, Todd couldn’t tell which, and if the water hadn’t been thrumming off the tiles, thrumming off Neil’s body, he was sure he would have heard the older boy sigh. For a moment, he was confused – and then he saw it. Golden liquid pooling at Neil’s feet, mingling with the water. Todd’s eyes widened still further, if that was possible, and his erection surged against his pants, to his absolute horror, and his breathing quickened into sharp silver bursts.

His mind filling with questions, Todd allowed his eyes to follow the gleaming stream flowing from Neil’s half-hard cock. How could he find this so beautiful?? Did that mean something was dreadfully wrong with him?? How could he be letting this happen?? And why was it moving him to write poetry?? Todd’s teeth almost pierced his lower lip as he watched the slow tawny fluid coating Neil’s thighs, drenching him from groin to heel. And then, as his flow slowed and stopped, Todd watched his friend’s head tip forward again, gracefully as ever – and Neil let go a long, low moan of satisfaction.

Todd was lost. Without anything or anyone even touching him, he was brought to a sudden, wrenching climax. It was all he could to choke back the ecstatic whimper trying to escape his throat, coming hot and powerful, soaking his pants. His eyes wanted to close, but he kept them open as Neil gave a contented shudder not dissimilar to the orgasmic trembling currently wracking Todd’s body.

It took a few moments to come to his senses, a few dangerous moments. There was every chance Neil could have seen him – but for once, luck was on Todd’s side. Neil bent his head, letting the water caress the back of his neck and wash away the evidence of his relief, and this gave Todd the chance to back slowly out of the door, letting it close again. He’d never been so grateful for how loud the Welton showers were. Creeping back to their room, sticky and sated, his breath coming in pleasurable gasps, Todd stripped himself of the tainted garment and slipped back between his sheets. It was unlikely he’d sleep that night – the image of urine soaking Neil’s pale thighs played over and over in his brain as he watched the shadows flicker on the wall.

When Neil returned to their room, the springs of his mattress squeaking a little as he settled down, Todd closed his eyes tightly. He wouldn’t ever be able to look at the other boy again without blushing cherry-red. But when he eventually did begin to fall into sleep, as the sky turned slate-grey outside their window, it was with a smitten smile and Neil’s name on his lips.

THE LIVIN’ END