Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is about 2 teenage boys who find themselves and what not. The story involves sex between them and between other people. If this offends you then click the x button in the upper right hand corner. If it does not then enjoy the story.
Thank you to the few people that have emailed me back. It was mainly because of you guys I decided to focus on writing this chapter earlier than I expected to. (my life is pretty crazy at the present moment)
Chapter 2 Logan
"So there is something we need to work on before the party," I said.
It had been two weeks since I first choose Dylan. So far we just hung out really and played hockey. The first month is always slow work. Trust takes a while to build up.
"What's that?" Dylan said.
He seemed to be as ease with everything that has been happening. He is still very shy, still under confident, but now I can get him to keep eye contact for a few seconds before he looks down at the ground. We'll mark that under the progress category.
"Your look," I said, "We all have a look that defines us and how people see us. I mean look at me, I normally weak a black shirt, jeans with holes in them and chains attached to my belt loops. Have two piercing, a tattoo."
"Yea but I don't think that type of look would work for me," Dylan said. After he said this though he looked down at the ground. "You are allowed to speak your mind dude," I said, "and stop looking at the ground. My shoes don't have ears."
He looked up at me with a blush running across his face. It had to be one of the most adorable things I've seen. "I don't think I can afford new clothes though," He said, "I don't have a job and my parents don't make enough to buy a whole new wardrobe."
"We'll go through your clothes you own and see what type of look we can make, and if there is anything we need I'll buy it," I said.
"I couldn't pay you back..."
"Don't worry about that, you are my protégé. Plus the senior 15 usually pays for their chosen legacy's looks anyway." I said. It was a half-truth. If the protégé could pay for clothes himself than he does. But if they couldn't it falls on the senior to buy the items.
"But I feel bad; you would be spending all this money on me. And I can't do anything to pay you back." Again he was looking at the ground.
"You could pay me back by staring at my upper head instead of my lower head"
Another blush appeared across his face as he looked up again. "I wasn't..."
"Uhhuh, Sure you weren't" I said back to him with a smile.
We left my house after the exchange and made our way over to his place. His parents and little brother, whose name I found out was named Zach, were out for the day so we had the place to ourselves.
We went up to his room which looked like a tornado hit it. Clothes were thrown everywhere.
"Dude did a tornado hit in here?"
"I uh... couldn't find a shirt to wear today." He said, with the third blush I've seen in the past hour.
"With the amount of times you've blushed in the past hour, I'm surprised that you have blood going to other places in your body."
This caused an even deeper read to flow over his face.
"Shut up..." he said, but he looked at my face as he said it. Progress! He didn't look at the ground!
"Let's get started on the look thing," I said. "It will take longer than you think it will."
"What do I have to do to erm... get started on the look"" He said.
"Well I need to go through all your clothes and see which I could mold into a look for you. Well actually before that I need to see what type of look could work on you." I said.
"What type of look could work on me?" He said. "What type of looks you have in mind?"
"Well each look has a few categories with them, one is everyday look, one is party look, and the third is hanging out with other people look" I said, "The party look is going to be easy for you, button-down plaid shirt would look best on you, blues and reds to really bring out the blue of your eyes."
"Then there is the hanging out with people look, which is really just a t-shirt and jeans."
"The third look is hard for you though, it's going back and forth between preppy t-shirt with polo's mixed in to force you to have a personality, and sports shirts which will help show your natural muscle which will more so force you to allow people to look at you all the time without it bothering you."
"I'd vote for the prep look," he said,
"That's what I was leaning towards." I said. I walked over to his dresser and pulled out the first shirt and threw it to him. "We are going to try on all the clothes you own one by one, shirts first."
He took off the shirt he was wearing and let it drop to the floor. His lean torso looked amazing; he had his waist band and a little material showing above his jeans.
~hmm, Hanes boxer-briefs it looks like~ Logan thought.
So one by one he tried his shirts on until there was a pile of ten shirts in the keep pile and four shirts in the throw away pile. Next came the pants. He owned four pairs jeans, and 1 pair of khakis. Everything we decided to keep.
"You don't worry about having to try on your boxers," I said. He visibly relaxed at this and I bit my tongue on commenting. "But I'll go through them so we can get rid of any that might not work,"
I wasn't going to miss a chance to go through his underwear, but I wasn't going to push him into trying them on. So I opened up the top drawer on his dress and was greeted by a mixture of boxers, boxer-briefs, and briefs. Oh this was too good, time for the underwear test.
I picked up one of the briefs he had; it was a red fruit of the loom pair with a grey waist band. Instead of saying something I just turned to him and raised my eyebrow.
He had such a blush going, that I thought he was going to pass-out from losing blood other places.
"I er... don't wear them anymore; they are left over from before I switched to boxers." He said, he seemed to be fighting hard to look at me, but didn't look at the ground.
"uh-huh," I said, I dropped the briefs back into his underwear drawer, "Do you know why I decided to go into your underwear drawer Dylan?"
"To find out if I had underwear to compliment my look?" he said.
"No, for this too work, you have to not be ashamed in what you wear," I said, "wearing briefs isn't a big deal; you don't have to make excuses. If you want to wear them, then wear them. No one should have a say in it. "
"Oh," he said.
"Just to let you know, so you don't feel any more embarrassed about it. I still own quite a few pairs of briefs that I rock every once in a while, I mean I rock Calvin Klein and American Eagle briefs, not Hanes and Fruit of the Loom. No one says anything to me about it."
"Really?" He said, "You don't seem like you would be the type of person that wears them at all."
"Yea, every once in a while, I like to wear them. I mean I am normally a boxer-brief guy, but I throw them on when I want a change and regular boxers don't give me enough support at all." I said.
"Yea I can understand that, but I still don't think I could wear briefs around at school."
It's up to you dude, I can't make your choices in underwear for you, I just buy the clothing for you to wear. It's up to you to actually find the outfits you like." I said, "and now that we got the going though you clothing out of the way. Tomorrow I am taking you out to get new clothing. We do have a party you need to get ready for."
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"So you have spent the past two week, hanging out with Logan Kessler?" My best friend, Colin Zelin said. "Why would he want to hang out with you?"
Colin has longer black hair and, these forrest green eyes. He has a slim body and doesn't have much muscle. He's about my height.
"The same reason you hang out with me, dude. Because I'm great" Dylan said. ~why can't I speak to Logan like that? I can be witty and what not with Colin, but once I get put in a room with Logan, I clam up and blush~
"Yea, that's why I hang out with you, because you are great" Colin said, rolling his eyes.
I took the pillow from my bed and threw it at him; which was followed by him throwing it back at me, and a pillow throwing war starting. This lasted about ten minutes before we collapsed in laughter on my bed.
"How awesome it is hanging out with him?" Colin said, he propped himself up on his side.
"It's a lot of fun, but he constantly picks on me about my blushing, not like I can control it."
"I'd pick on you for that too," he said with a smirk.
I took the pillow by my head and hit him in the face with it.
"What was that for!" he said with a laugh.
"Shut up you know you deserved it." I said back to him with a laugh.
There was a reason this kid was my best friend. He has always been by my side, always had my back. Ever since we were in elementary school. I couldn't imagine my life without him.
"He's taking me out clothes shopping tomorrow," I said. "Apparently my wardrobe isn't up to standards for the 15." "I'd say you only have like five shirts, and two pairs of pants dude."
"I had a good fourteen shirts and five pairs of pants thank you very much," I said. "Well I did have fourteen shirts, before he threw out four of them."
"What new clothes you thinking of getting?"
"More `prep' looking shirts, a few more pairs of jeans I guess, maybe a few new boxers."
"psh, just switch complete over to boxer-briefs, Dyl. They are much better than boxers," Colin said.
"Logan said that too, but I still like the feel of boxers and plus I personally think I look awesome in them." Dylan said. "If you are this conceded around Logan, I'm surprised that he's kept you this long." Colin said with the smirk on his face yet again.
Oh a pillow wasn't enough for this; I jump up and straddled him, holding his arms to the sides of his head.
"You are so going to pay for that comment." I said.
He start to try and push me off him, but it was no use. Colin didn't play any sports and he didn't go to the gym at all, so he had a naturally slim body, but not much muscle behind him.
"This isn't fair; you always win when we wrestle. You cheat!"
"I cheat? Not my fault you don't have any muscle," I said. "Now what is going to be your punishment? Should I start tickling you? We both know how ticklish you are. Or should I get Zach to fart on your face again? Or maybe I should create a new punishment?"
"I'd go with a new punishment. Those choices are worn out; eventually I might start to like them. Then it will be ruined." He said.
"That what could be your new punishment for losing at... well I can't really say that we wrestled, because you didn't put up a fight at all."
"I still say you cheated,"
"I should totally shave your head."
"Too late I already keep that shaved."
"Wait no you..." I started, but then it clicked but in my confusion he was somehow able to flip me off him and he straddled me, holding my arms at my head. I could easily flip him back over, he didn't weigh much, but I decided to let this go.
"Ha I stopped your cheating in its place!" he said, "We have a new champion in town!"
"And now for your punishment for allowing me to flip you." He said. "It will not be a punishment that happens to you now, and if you don't comply with it, I will make it 10x worse for you than the original punishment."
"Just get on with it, we both know that at any second I could decide to flip you back and continue with what I was doing." I said to him.
"You are going to wear a pair of your briefs, to school and when you go shopping with Logan tomorrow." He said
"You can't do that!" I said, "You can't pick a punishment that it in the future!"
"Says who?" he said. "plus you could have flipped me at any time, so I had to pick a punishment that make you angry that you didn't."
"I hate you," I said to him.
"No you don't, I'm your best friend. You are stuck with me to the end of time."
I flipped him over and sat on him. "And now for your punishment. You are going to wear briefs for the rest of the week." I said to him,
"What I already gave punishment, you can't give one too!" He said, "Plus I only on boxer-briefs, it wouldn't work!"
"You let your guard down enough to let me flip you," I said, "I'll let you borrow, a few of mine or we go out to the mall and you buy some, your choice."
"You're an ass," He said to me, "why does tomorrow have to be Monday and force me to have an entire week in briefs." "I wasn't going to make that your punishment, but you forced me after you made my punishment. I probably would have went with the tickle fight."
"Hey Dylan, do you know the only way to stop the tickle monster?" He said to me.
"No?" I said.
"Blow jobs."
I started laughing, that was such a weird joke that I couldn't stop.
It turned into one of those laughing fits that neither of us could stop for about 10 minutes.
"Where the hell did you ever hear that joke?" I said to him
"The internet."
"Do we both seriously have to do the punishments?" I said to him. I didn't want to have to walk around in briefs for the week. I knew somehow, even though I don't have gym class this semester and I don't have hockey tomorrow, but I did Tuesday through Friday and our first game Saturday. People will find out and mock me.
I know I should do what Logan said and ignore them and not care. But it's easier said than done.
"Nope we are both keeping to it. Every day I will show you my waist band to prove it." He said.
"Don't you have gym this semester?" I said to him.
"Yep, and I'm going to show up tomorrow in briefs, and for the rest of the week. Don't care." He said.
"Just a few seconds ago you were saying I cheated and that I couldn't also give you a punishment."
"Well if my best friend has to wear them I might as well not let him suffer alone."
"How do you jump from being an ass to being awesome in a few seconds?"
"It's a gift,"
Well there is the second chapter of 'I'll Make you Popular' I hope you enjoyed it. I appologize for all the grammer mistakes. I am very bad at grammer and I always will be! :D
I also ask you to be patient in how long it will take me to update. I'm really bad at focusing.
If you have any criticism I would love to hear it.