It's Not Fair

Author's Notes: All right. So this story has existed for well over a year, actually. But, through some...strange event, my login name for AFF.net had screwed itself up, so I was unable to figure out why. Today, however, I was determined to get back on. And what happened? I DID! Success. So life is great.

Anyway, this story is Josh/Harrison. I'll be uploading a new chapter every new review or so, so be sure to do so! I love reviews, because they give me that warm, special feeling inside.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I wish I did, but unfortunately, I do not.

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---------------------------------------- = Day(s) Later

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It’s not fair. Why does he get to look like that?

Harrison was staring at himself in the mirror, or more truthfully, Josh. They had just finished their PE course for the day and they were all showering and dressing back in their regular clothes, but Harrison was distracted. His eyes traveled downward, past the slight steam of the mirror, toward his own stomach. It was by no means as firm and muscular as Josh’s, but it was still flat enough to be considered fit.

Harrison wanted more than that, though. He knew he did.

Josh seemed to have everything that Harrison thought that he wanted: he had a gorgeous body, he was popular, he had a nice family, and at one point he even had Brooke, though that was over with by now.

Having been so engulfed in his staring Harrison didn’t realize when Emory came up beside him.

“E-Emory,” he said, sounding slightly surprised.

“Could you be any more blatant, my friend?” Emory asked, the same strange not quite British but not quite American voice straining to hide its amusement.

“In what?” Harrison asked.

“You’re staring at Josh. Perhaps dreaming of his hot, hot bod!” Emory looked rather pleased with himself for coming up with something as comical as that.

“I-I wasn’t staring at him,” Harrison stuttered.

“Harrison, my friend, don’t fret. The teenage years are indeed a time of exploration, of questioning. I myself have a fourth male cousin who also enjoys the company of males.”

“I don’t want to do him,” Harrison said with a roll of his eyes, “I want to be him. Well, no, correction. I’d really like to have his abs. I bet if anything I could work out for years trying to get that, and I wouldn’t.”

“I pity you, my man,” Emory said sympathetically. “Being so skinny, so…hairless! Lacking any real definition of hunkdom?” He shook his head before walking off.

Harrison just stared at him, looking perhaps more uncomfortable than he had before he looked at Josh.

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Harrison was in the weight room, having just finished his little tiff with Josh. So what if Brooke had asked him? In fact, two girls had asked him. That left the score for him being two, and for Josh, zero. That was quite a fine score in his opinion.

After someone helped get the bar off of him, Harrison stepped over toward the showers, having become rather annoyed with the idea that Josh was so disturbed about the fact that his ex-girlfriend had asked him. Considering they were completely over, and Brooke definitely wasn’t going to go after him anymore…was it really such a surprise that she went for someone with more depth and substance? Josh was nothing more than a stupid jock.

So why was it, then, that Harrison couldn’t stop thinking about him?

Shaking his head he lifted his shirt over his head, throwing it into his locker. Not shortly afterward he tugged off his sweatpants, tossing those inside the locker as well. He didn’t take off his necklace when he showered, so he left it on. Harrison reached over to the side of his locker and grabbed one of the towels off of the cart that was going by (it seemed they were being moved somewhere else).

Wrapping the towel around his waist Harrison reached down inside it and pushed down his underwear, so that the boxers fell to the floor. He was never truly comfortable with the idea of being naked outside of the shower. Now ready to do so, he wandered over toward the shower area, taking the one on the far left side. It had the best temperature control, he heard. He wasn’t so concerned about the pressure.

The water felt so nice. It was warm, much unlike that of the other showers. Because he had chosen the one on the far left it was against the wall, and the waist high divider that separated it from the next shower stall was hiding him from being seen.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Josh wandering over from where he had been, which was his locker. By now Harrison had his hair shampooed and was washing down his body. Once again, Josh happened to be in just a towel, not seeming to notice the envy a lot of the guys had for him in looking the way he did. Harrison didn’t catch himself when he began staring, watching as the quarterback chose the stall in front of him, on the other side.

As the dividers weren’t all that high the dark haired boy could see Josh in his entirety. It wasn’t that big of a deal, since he had seen Josh naked maybe once or twice before. He didn’t think much of it. But now that he was working out, trying to make himself look better, his eyes couldn’t leave the tanner, larger form. They were trapped on the form Harrison desired so strongly to be.

Josh had just bent over to turn on the water, revealing a little bit more of his backside. One of Harrison’s eyebrows quirked in response. He thought that he would have been able to look away after that, but Josh began washing himself, and the way the water fell over his smooth, almost glowing skin made the paler boy a bit envious.

He realized that the bar of soap he had in his hand was still waiting there. Having broken out of his little trance just shortly before Josh turned around to water his back, he managed to look away and begin rubbing the soap over his own body.

Concave! his mind screamed at him. Concave, concave, concave!

“Could say that again,” Harrison murmured to himself.

The thought of that word led him to think of Sam, and how he hadn’t yet told her that he was going with Brooke. She wasn’t going to take it well, but she had to understand…Harrison had been such good friends with Brooke, had even liked her, to a painful degree at that. Now was his chance to shine, to prove to her that he was one of the best out there…that he could be the one.

Shaking his head, Harrison placed the soap back on its little dish just in front of him. It almost forced him to look at Josh, which he did without really thinking about it. He caught sight, though, of something he certainly didn’t want to see: a full frontal shot of Josh Ford’s body.

Even though it was natural for a man, or even a boy, to be curious about the size of other men or boys, it was guys like Josh that made other ones feel uncomfortable with themselves. He was rather decently sized by the looks of it, and Harrison gawked silently, and perhaps a little awkwardly, at the sight before him.

He looked away rather hastily shortly afterward; the immediate sight in his head being that of a porn star in a very amateur, very stupid porno that Emory had shown him not too long ago. In that it was easy to tell that the well-built, well-muscled and well-hung Adonis was fake, at least in the last department…however here that was hardly the case. Josh couldn’t be faking the length of his cock by any means, since that was just stupid of a teenager to do in the locker room.

Besides, wouldn’t the enlargement fall off? Harrison thought.

What he didn’t seem to notice was the way his hand had so conveniently paused somewhere that it really shouldn’t have. Men were susceptible to arousal just by touch itself, and so the way Harrison’s hand was resting atop his own length was pumping it leisurely with blood. He didn’t credit any of it to the sight in front of him, because, well, as he had said to Emory, he didn’t want to do Josh Ford, he wanted to be him.

…Right.

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