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Wrestling With Desire
by D.H. Starr
Derek headed towards the front of the school and saw that
Scott was already there. He felt all of the nerves and
excitement from the day flow through him at once and had to
concentrate to suppress the smile that was struggling to
break out across his face. When he got close enough to get a
good look at Scott, he had to struggle to keep other things
from becoming noticeable as well.
Scott was wearing mid-thigh, blue nylon running shorts
and a tank-top. Derek noted immediately that Scott's arms
and upper body had excellent muscle definition. His shoulders
were wide set with rounded muscles which gently curved
down over his shoulder blades and created a ridge where they
met his biceps. The tank was form-fitting and revealed the
strong v-shape of his lateral muscles as they slanted down
and inwards towards his hips. His stomach was flat, but there
were ridges pushing at the fabric indicating a clearly defined
six-pack beneath the surface of the fabric. Well, I guess that
answers the question about whether he has a smooth or cut
abdomen. His thigh muscles were solid and undulated as he
shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he stretched.
Derek realized that he was staring and quickly diverted his
attention to Scott's face. That didn't help him to calm down
since he was immediately greeted by Scott's dazzling sea-
blue eyes and his wavy, unkempt blonde hair which hung
messily over his forehead. Sexy. Everything about Scott
flowed smoothly. His body had a natural line that drew your
eye in and held it like a magnet.
Finally, Derek remembered how to speak. "How long have
you been here?"
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Wrestling With Desire
by D.H. Starr
Scott shrugged. "Not long, I just swung by my house,
grabbed my stuff and came back. No one was home so there
wasn't anything to do so I just came back here to wait."
Scott's tone didn't match the comfort and confidence that he
exuded physically. There was something in his body language
which suggested that something was bothering him.
Derek watched Scott as he continued to stretch. He was
limber, able to bend his entire body so that it lay snugly
against his legs. Looking down at him, Derek could see the
muscles of Scott's upper back as they flowed into the cut of
his shoulder blades. His eyes continued to travel up Scott's
body, following the cords of lean muscles in his neck and his
perfectly square jaw. Scott was physical perfection. But there
was something dark about Scott as well. He was quiet. His
words were weighted, as if he had to work to push a pleasant
tone out of his mouth. Thinking about it, Devon realized he
had been like that all day, his voice sounding pleasant, but
undertones of something else going on under the surface.
Funny, I didn't notice that during the day.
Shaking his head, Derek mentally slapped himself. It was
Scott's first day in a new school. All of his friends were back
in Iowa and here he was starting over. Of course he wasn't
going to be in the best mood. Derek shook his head and
decided to talk about their run. "So there are several routes
we could run. Generally speaking, each bridge along the river
is about three-quarters of a mile if you count it as a round
trip." Talking about running, distances, routines, this was a
safe topic of conversation and Derek felt his nerves ease. "I
like to run three bridges, one bridge west of the school and
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Wrestling With Desire
by D.H. Starr
then two bridges east of the school. It's about two and a half
miles and there's great scenery." Scott had been listening to
Derek quietly and seemed content to follow his lead, so they
finished stretching and began their run.
Pacing his breathing, Derek started out slow, counting to
four on his inhale and to three on his exhale. The rhythmic
pattern of his breathing, his feet patting the ground, the wind
blowing gently against his face and exposed skin, all of it
helped to center him. Within minutes, Derek felt warmth rush
through his body. Not heat like he had felt when looking at
Scott, but a calming warmth like when he took a shower, and
his mind began to see clearly once again.
They ran quietly for about five minutes before Scott broke
the silence. "You were right. This really is scenic. We don't
have a lot of water where I lived in Iowa. It's weird to be
surrounded by so much of it here." Derek noticed that there
was a nostalgic tone to Scott's voice in addition to his slightly
subdued body language and distant eyes.
"Seeing the sun reflect off the water and listening to the
boats and the waves relaxes me. It helps me let my mind
wander and to forget my problems." Derek was shocked at
how much he was revealing about himself. At the same time,
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