Highschool Gays Meet and Bond

"Hold still ya punk!" Rolling up his towel again, a group of three ran by as the blond haired boy whipped his towel at them with a crack. Just normal, rambunctious, slightly gay acting teenagers having a good time while running through the changing rooms. It was their first day in the new semester and they had gym first thing in the morning. The perfect thing to burn their energy for the teachers later in the day.

Laughing as they all ducked into the stalls normally for the shier students, Rayden called them a bunch of cowards as he headed back to his own locker. Already having his shirt off to thwak at them, he unfurled it to hang on the inside hook. Wiggling the long, thin tail free as his pants soon followed. Not particularly shy as he stretched up towards the ceiling in his full five foot ten height. Glancing towards the clock as he pulled his shift back on first, he paused momentarily, feeling that instinctual prick on the back of his neck that normally meant distress. While he wasn't the smartest guy around, he boasted a pretty good intuition.

Part of him considered trying to skip gym class today, but it was his favorite subject... What's the worst that could happen? He broke his arm and got to take a week off or something? Maybe it was just a false alarm.

Far less amused with many of his friends not wanting to waste their energy with a morning gym class, the red head male was sitting on a bench after pulling his pants off and changing into a looser fitting pair of shorts that fell to his knees. Pulling off his shirt to reveal the few scars taht showed on his chest, he tuned out the rather gay acting males as he pulled on his shirt and was changing out of his socks and shoes as well when his locker neighbor came over.

He had the same locker for years, but had never met his locker neighbors as he never had the class with them. He figured this was on purpose, giving each boy some space in between each other to not gay each other. What was the saying? 5 feet apart cause it’s not gay? Something like that, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t worry about the not gay aspects to life. If they were cute, he’d very much be gay for someone.

Looking up at the bare chested male as they approached, Adam looked up with his blood red eyes. Pausing as he had one shoe partially on. Their frame was thinner, skin pale but imperfection free, a beautiful thin tail swishing away that he wanted to reach out and touch. As the pants slipped away, revealing a smooth pale bottom, Adam would only stare until he looked back up at them, all those years of regret. His locker neighbor was quite cute it seemed, and he wasn’t about to complain at all.

Returning his gaze to the full moon before him, his eyes endered up focusing on some freckles one one of these cheeks as the other male turned to him. GIving Adam the most confused look as Adam finally looked up to his face.

“Hello there.”

Raising an eyebrow at the other, Rayden was thick headed, but even he had enough sense to wonder what his mysterious new neighbor was up to. Besides tying their shoe, because they clearly had something on their mind that they had gotten distracted by while doing that. "'Sup." he greeted nonchalantly, moving on to dress that lower half he didn't think much off. It didn't matter what people thought of him, the blue eyed blond knowing better than anyone that he was a pint and a half of trouble. Ass, jerk, dillwad, trouble maker, lollygagger, trespasser, neerdowell, he had been called them all, and that was fine, he was just busy having fun in life.

Anyone that thought they could ruin that tended to get a solid 'fuck off' from him. More curious than anything about what in the world his newly discovered neighbor wanted, he wound up asking, "You need something?" only in that confused way. They still had a few minutes to dress, so he'd take the time to organize his locker a little. A habit picked up from tidying up after his many siblings.

Thinking it over in silence for a moment, Adam finished tugging his shoes on and tied the laces  as he rearranged his loosening bandages and tucked the simple black cord with a golden ring under his shirt. Sure, he could say something lewd but charming, but it was someone he didn’t know all that well and had no interest in that, even if they had a very nice butt to look at.

“Nope, not at the moment.” Maybe in the future though, when the time was right and he felt like eyebrow wiggling a little bit at the other. “You are quite pretty though.” Getting up to his feet, he was dusting off some of the dirt from last classes outside games when he stopped. Hearing a all too familiar call for him from the announcement systems.

”Rayden Riker and our dear Adam, please report to the counsellor's office. Rayden and Adam, to the counselor's office please.”

“But I haven’t done anything yet...” He sighed, actually looking forward to this class a lot, it left him a bit tired in a nice way and often people would get so upset at him for being a little road runner that fled from them all. He did wonder though, what did they want?

Looking over one of the books he brought into the gym with him, he scribbled a small note down in it before closing it and putting that too in the locker. He apparently had places to be right now, that were not gym.

Blinking at that compliment, Rayden wasn't exactly sure how to feel about another guy calling him pretty, but he supposed it wasn't much different from the girls doing it, so let it go. Just after getting dressed too, he looked up towards the sky voice, sighing at nearly the same time as Adam with no last name today. Man, he hadn't even said a word to the guy before now and they were already in some sort of trouble together?

He hadn't met them face to face like today, but oh boy did that fiery red head have a reputation in school. Among male and female alike, he was their school's charming casanova. It was hard not to hear something about them given that over half of their classes had been together for the last three years in a row, but they had yet to even acknowledge him until now.

Leaving his gym clothes on, he went ahead and followed after the other, figuring if they were going the same way, it might as well be side by side. Better than simply following after Adam from a weird distance the whole way. Maybe if he was lucky, he could get back for the last half of gym, he was pretty sure they hadn't found out it was him that swiped the brownies from the teacher's lounge after all.