"A year older, hmm?"
The smooth voice hit Peter suddenly, breaking the silentness of the showers like a knife through butter. Or a cock through an as-
Peter shook his head. When was the last time he and Logan had a roll in the hay?
Oh. Right.
He broke up with Logan...
Peter turned slightly, knowing who was behind him, "Not until midnight, I'm not. Logan, please. For the last time no. You can't keep coming up behind me in the showers looking for a bloody fuck-"
"Ohh yeah, use that accent."
Peter frowned and turned from the older boy. He tightened the towel around his waist fidgety.
How long had this been going? He left Logan as soon as he got a new room- like hell he was going to be held back another grade because they couldn't keep their hands off eachother. But did the eighteen year old get the message? Nope.
"Who said I was looking for a fuck, anyway?" Logan went on behind him, "I'm getting all I need from that little blond."
Peter felt his face flush.
"You've already met Robin, right?"
Met him? Peter scoffed in his mind. Well, I sucked him, does that qualify as a meeting?
Logan chuckled and Peter was horrified to find that he had spoken that last part outloud.
"Reeeally, now?"
Peter turned again harshly, "Shut up, you git!"
"You're tense. I think you're the one who should be looking for a fuck."
The brunette's face flushed red again.
Logan glanced down over Peter's shoulder, "Maybe I can help with that- when you sucked Robin off did he do that little moan of his? You know, the squeaky one?"
Peter gulped. Logan smirked.
"Ohh, you do remember it. Keep the sound in your mind. Thaaaaaat's it..."
Peter snapped his legs together on his seat on the bench in the middle of the vast shower room, "Stop it, will yo-"
"Too late." Logan sang, "Hard as a rock. Now, should I give you your birthday present now or in five minutes?"
"I'd prefer it to be never," Peter snapped at him, his voice wavering slightly.
"Well, you've got to do something with it. Better now then later." And with that, before Peter had the chance to slap him away, Logan slid up behind him with his hands smoothing over the younger boy's lap.
The last time Peter had looked at the clock, before entering the shower room, it had read 11:47. Thirteen minutes until he turned fifteen. He wondered how long it was now.
"Logan, what time is it?" Peter asked boredly.
"Well, way to break the mood," Logan paused.
"Just tell me."
Logan looked over at his jeans laid over the other end on the bench, his wrist watch he looped over a belt loop glowed '11:56'.
"Four to fifteen," He breathed into Peter's neck, trying to get heats up again.
"Hmm." Peter thought. He was almost fifteen. And he knew he wanted whatever Logan could dish out to him, no matter how much he himself had denied it. "All right," he stood up, the front of his towel shorter then the back, but he paid no attention, "Let's go, lover boy."
Logan looked at his ex in disbelief, "Huh, really? Finally!" he jumped up and pulled the nearest shower door open. It was near midnight, and that meant there were probably one or two more other students milling around the shower room. He didn't much care. Not like there's never been an intiment moment in this part of the large boarding school.
"Bottom first," he bowed to Peter slightly, smirking.
"Har har," Peter stepped onto the tile of the stall.
Logan followed eagerly.