Sexy

Rating: PG-13

Original Date of Completion: May 2002

Disclaimer: Don't own them, will one day. This is a work of fiction, so please don't sue me.

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"Boyd, hurry up or we'll be late," I hear Sean yell through the bathroom door.

I've grown quite annoyed with this scene over the last few minutes. He could take two hours to get ready, but if I went in excess of 20 minutes, we were suddenly going to be late. If I didn't love him so much, I'd open the door and grab him by his scrawny little neck. But alas, the bastard has my heart.

"Sean, if you don't shut up, I'm going to do bodily harm to a key part of your anatomy," I shout back, massaging in a glob of hair gel.

I hear the bathroom door open, and turn to look at him. Seeing him leaning against the door, clad in a tight black shirt, I find myself unable to take my eyes away. He really is too hot for his own good. He smirks at me, and adjusts his belt, causing my eyes to drop down toward his crotch. Realizing what I've done, I snap my head back to the mirror in front of me.

"You are such a dork, Boydie. I can't believe I call you my boyfriend," He laughs, still playing with his belt. It takes all the strength I have to not look over at him.

"Whatev rookie, whatev," I reply, unscrewing the lid on my contacts.

Sean walks over to me and slips his hands around my waist. He lays his head on my shoulder, and kisses softly at my neck. I close my eyes and enjoy the feelings for a second, before I start to put my contacts in. Just as my finger nears my eye, Sean grabs my wrist.

"Wear your glasses Boydie, please?" He pleads, staring at me in the mirror.

"Why?"

"Because you look sexy in them, and I want people to be able to see what a hot boyfriend I have,"

Still to this day, my heart dances anytime Sean calls me sexy. I can't really explain why, but it does. I guess because I never really thought of myself as sexy, someone saying it was bound to have an effect on me. But it's not just someone saying it, it's Sean. And anything he does is automatically 10 times more effective on me than if someone else were doing it. And then he said I looked sexy in my glasses, which I think make me look horrible. So needless to say, my heart was busting a move.

"I'll wear them, though I don't know what for. Not like anyone KNOWS we're going out," I say, screwing the lid back onto my contacts.

"Oh, the world knows half the team is dating,"

"That's true. But no one would ever suspect us,"

"Those internet writers would," He giggles, nuzzling my neck.

"Not even them. They put me with Stevie," I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"When?"

"Beautiful Child, for one example,"

"Oh yeah. I liked that one. I wish there was sex in it though, the thought of you and Stevie together is a pretty big turn on,"

I turn in his grasp and shake my head at him. He giggles, and pulls me closer to him. I slip my arms around his neck and we share a series of light kisses. After our kisses cease, we continue to stand there with our arms draped around each other. Sean starts running his hands slowly up and down my back, coaxing a purr like sound from me. He giggles, and starts to slip his hands past the waist of my jeans. Immediately, my hands drop to my sides and grab his wrists.

"If you untuck this shirt, I kill you," I explain, trying to sound serious. Sean looks at me for a second, then smirks.

"Boyd skin is worth the punishment," He laughs, reaching for my waist.

I jump out of his way and bump into the counter. He pins me up against the counter and wraps his arms again around my waist. He brings his lips to mine, and this time we enjoy a long, passionate kiss. The kiss seems to last forever, and it's so filled with passion I find myself getting lightheaded. Reluctantly, I pull my lips away from Sean's and look him in the eye.

"I love you, Sean,"

"I love you more, Boydie," He giggles, kissing my nose.

I push him away, and wipe at my nose with the back of my hand. He knows how much I hate that, but he continues to do it anyway. One of our friends said once, that our soul purpose in life was to annoy one another. The funny thing is, both Sean and I agreed. We loved each other to death, and annoying each other made it all the more fun. We could be all disgustingly cute like Brett and Manny, but that's really not our style. I don't think we'd love each other half as much as we do if the annoyance wasn't there.

"Hurry up, we'll be late," Sean says, slapping me playfully on the ass before walking out of the bathroom.

I roll my eyes at his retreating back, and turn back to the mirror. I look down at my shirt and frown as I notice a few wrinkles have appeared. 'Oh freaking well.' I tell myself. 'It'll be dark anyway.' Regardless of what I just told myself, I try briefly to smooth the wrinkles out. I quickly realize it's pointless, and glance back up at the mirror. I grab my glasses from the counter, and slip them on slowly. I stare at myself, and tell myself how much I look like a nerd. I take them off and grab my contacts before I remember what Sean had said. I sigh, and slip my glasses back on. I still think I look like a nerd, but who cares? I'd wear a leotard, as long as Sean thought I was sexy.

THE END

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