The Captain

Almost

I know I get

Wild, wild, wild

Wild, wild, wild thoughts

Wild, wild, wild

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

DJ khaled- Wild thoughts

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"What is this?" Lesley asked with a frown getting down from his car. He had pulled up in front of Paul's house only to find a blaring mad rave in full session.

Chris Brown's pills and automobiles blared from the house so loud that the ground was vibrating. Sweaty and horny teenagers were outside downing bottles after bottles of alcohol and grinding their half naked bodies together. Red cups were littered all over the driveway with already passed out people sprawled on the lawns. The house was so full some people were actually grinding on the roof, this is not a drill.

Fiona watched on a little taken back. She knew the party was going to be crazy but not this loud and turnt up. What was she thinking when she spammed the whole school? Of course they were going to forward the message to friends from other schools as well.

Lesley threw Fiona a very fierce look on realizing he had been played. He run his fingers through his hair staring at her unbelievably.

"Why would you do that?..." He asked still glaring daggers at the girl.

Fiona shivered under his watch.

"Listen Lesley I know what I did was low but that was the only way I could have gotten you here...." She explained with an apologetic look. "You were being really stubborn what choice did I have..." She trailed of with a pout.

Lesley stared at her unbelievably. So what she had pulled back there was all a stunt? He realized what a great actress she could be. In as much as Lesley was trying to appear mad, he couldn't. Not when the girl looking at him with puppy dog eyes strikingly resembled Harris. Lesley imaginarily kicked himself for how all his chain of thoughts always seemed to end up about Harris.

He had to get him out of his mind if he wanted the weird sensations to disappear. Moreover Harris had made it quiet clear he didn't want Lesley any close.

Lesley sighed running his palm over his face. He could have been in bed by now.

"Why do you want me to attend this party so bad?" Lesley inquired.

Fiona's face quickly lit up,

"We wanted you to see something.." She smiled.

Lesley rolled his eyes. "Have you heard of email? Have you seen the part where they've written attachment and you can actually take a photo and click on send?" He raised his brows obnoxiously.

It was Fiona's turn to roll her eyes.

"The earlier we do this the better. Then you can go back and do whatever you do in that gorgeous house of yours."

Lesley grunted.

"Chop chop!" Fiona grabbed Lesley's wrist and began pulling him into the house. This reminded Lesley of when Harris had unthoughtfully dragged him into the store room. He didn't know whether the behavior run through the family.

A wave of heat accompanied with a strong stench of alcohol hit them when they made their way into the house.

Lesley squinted his eyes in pain as the concentrated air of methanol filled his eyes. He gave them a light rub making it only worser.

Fiona cared less. She had been to these things more than the number of years she had spent on earth. She sashayed her way through the thick and sweaty crowd making sure Lesley was behind her. An almost naked girl winked at him and licked her finger making the boy cringe. He'd rather be locked up in the storeroom alone than be here.

"Well that was fast......" Paul appeared before their path wearing no shirt with a bottle of unopened jack Daniels in hand and dark skinned girl in the other.

Fiona didn't know why seeing paul with another girl bothered her.

"Where's the package?" She asked c*****g her eyebrows so Paul will get the hint.

"Oh yh.." He said. "Its up in my room. You know the way already I suppose." He smirked.

Fiona shook her head and rolled her eyes pushing Paul out of the way.

"Come on..." She tucked Lesley along as she made her way up the stairs and down the corridor till they made it to Paul's door.

"The package is in there..." Fiona grinned and pointed to the room. This was going to be exciting. She couldn't wait.

Lesley gave her a suspicious look,

"Why are you happy?"

Fiona shrugged. "Because I'm a happy kid and not the gloomy gnome that you both have been."

"Me and who?..." Lesley raised his brows in question.

Fiona didn't bother to answer that. In a flash she opened the door and pushed Lesley inside slamming and locking it behind him.

Lesley watched the now closed door from inside the room wondering what was happening.

"Fiona please open the door..." He demanded.

Fiona giggled mischievously from the other end,

"Just find your package.." She said with her laughter disappearing down the hallway along with her.

Lesley groaned in frustration and turned around only to find Harris sitting before the Tv with a controller in hand and a bag of chips on his lap staring back at him like he had just seen a ghost.

Then and there Lesley once again realized he had been tricked. How could he have not figured this out.

"What is happening here?.." Harris asked pulling a chip from his mouth still watching Lesley with a strange look.

Lesley run his hands through his hair and pulled in his lip between his teeth.

Great. Just great.

"You might want to ask Fiona that.." Lesley sighed still standing. He had tried avoiding Harris the whole week. Basically because Harris had clearly stated he didn't want him anywhere near and also, Lesley thought staying away from Harris would make the infatuation disappear. Which weird enough feels way too strong for an infatuation.

So standing there in the same room and only a few steps away from Harris, Lesley realized all his weeks effort was washing down the drain.

The silence between them was deafening. No one wanted to speak as their ego's were more inflated than that of a hot air balloon. Harris had lost focus on the game and darted his eyes over his lap not wanting to make eye contact with Lesley. The sensation running through him was overwhelming.

Lesley on the other hand glanced around the room to find any escape exit.

Unfortunately for him both windows were locked from the outside.

He silently cursed his guardian angel.

Lesley run his palms over his face and sighed, being locked in by a persistent girl such as Fiona meant they weren't going to get out any time soon. Lesley awkwardly cleared his throat realizing they were inevitably going to acknowledge each other one way or the other. He rerun the sentence he had structured over and over in his head before finally speaking,

"Can....can I join you?"

Harris' breath got caught in his throat. His eyes partly widened as he tried his best to appear unfazed though he was hella surprised. Lesley wanted to sit down with him? Really?

Slowly, Harris nodded unsure of Lesley's request. He knew he was signing his death sentence .Lesley strode to where he sat and took a seat beside him, this time not as close as they were in the storage room. He stretched for a controller from TV stand and took a deep breath. He had to keep the killer tingles in check and at the same time appear unfazed by Harris' presence. That was seeming to turn out as the most difficult multi tasking ever.

"What are you playing?" Lesley asked like there was no thick air of awkwardness between them. He didn't want Harris to find out he was 'infatuated' by him. He didn't want Harris to know he had so much effect on him and his heart and body and soul which were dying with tingles at the moment. He had to play it cool.

Harris on the other hand was finding Lesley's behavior quiet weird. They had been avoiding each other all week and suddenly you just pretend nothing ever happened? He then proceeded to think that Lesley might actually be making an effort. And that he wanted to make this work, whatever that wasn't.

So he cleared his throat once again before replying him.

"Call of duty. Modern warfare 2."

Harris was stealing glances at Lesley from the corner of his eyes. Something just wasn't adding up.

"I'm I allowed to join?" Lesley asked with his eyes on the screen dreading to look at Harris. He knew if he turned to look at the boy beside him, the shimmer of those light green eyes were going to draw him in so deep he wouldn't be able to swim out and breath. Lesley was in deep. Way too deep.

But then if he didn't make an effort to actually look Harris in the eye how was he ever going to get over those sensations...

"If you want to. Its not mine so you can mess with it as much as you want." Harris shrugged.

Lesley dreaded and looked in his direction. "And if it were yours?"

Harris snorted with his knew found confidence,

"You really think I'd let you touch my controller Lingard?"

Lesley rolled his, "way to ruin my mood Cooper.." He gave a faint smile.

Harris snorted again and dipped into the bag of chips as Lesley selected a player. He didn't know what they were both doing but he kinda liked it. It was comforting.

It seemed Lesley was trying to cut them through the phase of awkwardness which was nice. A faint smile appeared on Harris' lips.

"Done." Lesley said on completing the selection.

Harris took his pad and changed a few settings before they resumed play. All through it he couldn't stop stealing glances at Lesley. If Lesley wasn't too busy trying to keep his heart in check he would have noticed.

The boys began playing in silence with the only noise being the sound of shooting characters and the faint party sound vibrating into the room. This was the most relaxing position Harris had ever been in a long time. It was warm and nice. Why couldn't he have this everyday? He clicked away unto the pad concentrating on his character with Lesley's character shooting and covering up for him. Harris realized how jealous he was of the characters on the screen. How one covered up for the other. He began yearning for that, he wished in real life Lesley would do that.

Protect him.

Care for him.

Spend time with him.

But he was the same person pushing the boy away. And why was that again?

Because Harris was afraid Lesley would find out he had feelings for him. The boy couldn't deny it anymore. Lesley was driving him crazy in more ways than one. The little actions he unconsciously displayed flew Harris' heart to the top of a Cliff. He was attracted to Lesley. Madly attracted. So much that he couldn't go through a single night without dreaming about him. So much that he also stared at him during lunch. So much that he couldn't listen to teachers anymore when Lesley was sitting right across the room being his gorgeous self.

Harris was in deep.

Way too deep.

And that's what scared him. That he was having feelings he's not supposed to. Feelings he's not supposed to be having for a boy.

And it scared him that Lesley might find out and think he was a creep. That Lesley might completely loath his presence now.

But this was the same Lesley who was confused with his sexuality. Maybe he wasn't straight, and maybe he was as straight as a rule. The uncertainty was what was killing Harris.

Would Lesley even like him back looking at his history with him? He knew Lesley most likely wouldn't.

Why would he like an asshole like him? The very asshole who had been giving him a tough time only weeks after his dad had passed away.

The thought of Lesley not liking him back began to sting his heart. The pang was so hurtful his eyes began to stain up a bit. Harris quickly blinked it away and concentrated back on the screen only to find his player dead on the ground with Lesley's player raining chains of bullets into him.

Harris stared at the screen utterly shocked with his jaw slacked so low he felt it touch the carpet.

"You shot me?!!" The boy screeched turning to look at Lesley with fire in his eyes.

Lesley after raining 10 more bullets into the already dead character smirked satisfyingly before placing the pad down.

"You zoned out for 20 f*****g minutes what the hell was I supposed to do?" He smirked.

"But did that f*****g mean you shoot your partner?!!" Harris railed.

Lesley simply shrugged with a permanent smirk plastered on his face. He grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"You dipshit!!" Harris sneered and shot up to attack Lesley.

Lesley laughed and lurched up before Harris could reach him. He skipped off across the bed away from Harris. Harris stood at the other side fuming with anger,

"I'm killing you Lesley.." He hissed.

Lesley in turn smiled and folded his arms enjoying Harris' dilemma. He seemed to enjoy it when Harris gave him some attention.

"Admit it Harris, you suck at modern warfare." Lesley snickered with his eyes lighting with amusement.

Harris quickly jumped across the bed but not fast enough before Lesley rounded the bed to where they had been sitting.

"You're not getting away with this dipshit." Harris narrowed his eyes down at him.

Lesley shrugged, " Is that a special insult for me or that's the only term you know." Lesley smirked cynically. He was intentionally putting Harris on his last nerve. And it was working very well.

"Trust me Lesley, you have no idea the terms I know..." Harris sneered with his nostrils flaring in anger.

Lesley grinned, "well let me in on some of them." He bent down and picked up the bag of chips digging into it like he hadn't eating the whole day. Well he hadn't eating anything since that crappy cafeteria lunch.

Harris' eye's widened in shock when he saw Lesley digging into his bag of fries like it belonged to him. He pressed his finger tips on his temples and massaged them trying to keep his sanity and not loose his mind.

"Please put my fries down....." Harris demanded with a raised finger. Lesley was testing his slowly fading patience.

Lesley merely scoffed, " and if I didn't?" He threw a handful of fries into his mouth and chewed it while smirking and still looking at Harris. He finished and dug in for more.

"Please don't take any more!" Harris blurted out like Lesley eating the fries someway had an effect on the rest of the life he had on earth.

"And if I did?" Lesley wiggled his brows grinning. He dug into the bag for more.

Harris was loosing it with his cheeks heating up. He lurched towards where Lesley stood and jumped to snatch the bag but the boy swiftly dodged and Harris fell flat on his stomach.

"Fuucckk!!" He screeched rolling on the floor and clutching unto his stomach. The excruciating pain shot through his stomach and arms.

He now really understood why he always thought Lesley was going to be the death of him. Literally.

"You thought this was temple run?" Lesley broke into fits of laughter at the poor boy on the carpet below him.

Harris groaned and threw him a look of lasers and daggers. Lesley had taunted him to the brim of his patience. His ass was going to get what was coming for him.

"You're going to get what's coming for you douchebag....." Harris grunted.

Lesley snickered still laughing at him.

"What is that exactly? Another stunt from grand theft auto?"

Harris groaned in annoyance. He had to teach the dipshit some sense.

On the other hand it was proving to be quiet difficult when he had gotten caught under Lesley's spell like that.

When Lesley continued to laugh it was as if someone had pressed the slow motion button. Harris laid on the floor staring up at him simply mesmerized.

Lesley's eyes were lit up in ecstasy beaming his face up with the way he smiled. What was melting Harris up most and turning him into goo was how Lesley's dimple sunk when he laughed and the sound that accompanied it.

He laid there realizing how deep into Lesley he really was.

Harris realized he was f****d.

As Lesley cackled on, Harris figured Lesley was distracted and quickly thought of using that to his advantage.

He hooked his arm to Lesley's leg and tug on it till the boy lost his balance and fell on his back with a loud thud.

"Damnit Cooper!..." Lesley hissed as a light wave of pain shot through him. Harris grinned deviantly at his accomplishment and didn't waste time either. He quickly jumped on top of Lesley to snatch his now almost empty bag of fries.

But Lesley was swift enough to pull it out of his reach. Harris glared at him with his nostrils flaring.

"Just give me my goddamn bag of fries Lesley!!" Harris whined.

"Say please..." Lesley grinned.

Harris desperately tried to reach for the bag fries which he was so close but Lesley would pull it away easily.

"Just give it to me okay?" Harris begged with puppy eyes.

Lesley breath got caught in his throat.

"Give it to me and I'll call Fiona to bring you a new bag and some drinks as well. I pinky swear." Harris pleaded with seriousness still laying on Lesley. His body was beginning to burn with heat and tingles so he needed to get this over with as soon as possible.

Lesley broke into fits of laughter, "Please tell me you didn't just say pinky swear..." He laughed.

Harris creased his forehead into a frown and pulled his lips into an adorable pout which he was unconscious of.

Lesley lay below him trying to even his breathing. Seeing Harris with that adorable pout was feeding his mind with wild thoughts. He couldn't take his eyes off his face.

Lesley laid underneath him staring the boy on top of him in the eyes. Those enchanting pair of green jades got him so hooked that Lesley forgot how to breath.

Harris was staring back too. They had stopped shuffling and fidgeting and were just staring at each other. Lesley's brown eyes had drowned Harris completely. Harris couldn't look away from his face. He couldn't get himself to. The heat that had began to burn in between their bodies was insidiously turning into a sizzling inferno.

Their faces started getting closer. Both of them weren't sure who was leaning in but it was happening. Harris could feel Lesley's hot breath on his face and lips. He was pretty sure Lesley was feeling his too. Lesley's pupils were dilated which appeared as dark as burnt coffee with so much emotion and sensation.

Lesley cold swear his lips brushed Harris' right before someone screamed from the hallway,

"THE COPS ARE HERE!!!!!"