Todd_Young_Dressing_Up by Todd Young

Author:Todd Young
Language: en-us
Format: mobi

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They watched TV and Lake made coffee and the time seemed to stretch out forever. Soon, though, it was eleven-thirty and Lake said he felt like turning in.

"The beach makes you tired, eh?" he said.

Skipper looked at him with wide-eyes before looking away again. He nodded abstractedly.

"I'm going to sleep like a baby."

Skipper nodded.

Lake went into the bathroom and cleaned his teeth. When he came out again, he went to his dresser and pulled a clean T-shirt out. He hadn't been wearing his T-shirt before now, because they had had their showers real early, after coming back from the beach. Lake pulled all of his clothes off and threw them into a pile by the side of his bed. Skipper didn't know why Lake couldn't just put them in the hamper, or hang stuff up if he was going to wear it again. Still, though, he was a lot cleaner than Chris had been.

Lake pulled the T-shirt over his head and stood for a moment, looking at Skipper. "What's wrong with you?" he said.

"Nothing."

"I'm going to take a Mogadon."

Skipper nodded. He couldn't face Lake, because he knew, even now, that he wasn't going to be able to stop himself. He was going to wait until Lake went to sleep, and then — touch him. Skipper pulled his clothes off, taking off his T-shirt and his jeans. He hung the jeans up in the closet and he had his back to Lake as Lake walked out of the bathroom again. He felt something slap against his ass, something that stung, and he turned around quickly, putting one hand on his naked ass. Lake had a washcloth, a wet one. He had flicked Skipper with it and he was smiling.

"Cheer up."

"I'm okay."

Skipper was naked and he didn't feel okay at all. He took his T-shirt into the bathroom and threw it in the hamper, knowing that he was jittery and barely able to control his breathing. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, at his wide black eyes and his dark hair, at the flush of red from the beach that was in his cheeks. He almost looked like Lake, the way his skin looked now, pale but with a flush to it in certain places. And red lips.

He couldn't do it. He decided that now, that he couldn't do it to Lake — touch him while he was drugged out on some pill. "Don't do it," he mouthed, watching his reflection in the mirror.

"Are you speaking to yourself?"

Skipper jumped.

"Dude, you're so jumpy. I just want to hang this up." Lake had the washcloth. Skipper moved away from the basin and let Lake hang the cloth up. They were practically naked together again. The only thing that made them not naked — and Skipper's cock was almost touching Lake's ass — was Lake's T-shirt. And somehow this was worse, that Lake had a T-shirt on, short and tight. It would have been more okay if he was naked.

Skipper cleaned his teeth, and when he walked back into the bedroom again Lake had turned the light out.

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