►►The Arsonist Football Player
Let's Play With Fire◄◄
The curtains of red, orange and yellow floated in his dream, whipping rapidly in the growing wind. Tail ends of the fiery fabric wrapped around around his wrists, pulling him into the depths of warmth. Burning sensations tickled his skin, letting his head rock back in pleasure. An erotic dance within the flames of a familiar memory. All the while, swept up in the sweet sensation, the teenager he barely heard his mother awakening him from his slumber. Just a dream, a very vivid image of his imagination that haunts him with its own ghostly charm. The dream was almost always the same. The colors, the atmosphere, the incredible sensation. Gathered up into a pleasured feeling of his favourite element, fire.
Once his mother closed his door, Austin reached over to his night stand and grabbed his cell phone. Heated beads of sweat trailed along his hair line, a drop slipping down his face as he checked the time. He could taste the sweat at the corner of his mouth with his soft pants. Sitting up he stretched his arms above his head then arched his back until he heard a small crack. Ahh, much better. The dream always made him stiff and over-heated in the morning like in football season. But to win, one must relax themselves without the yoga bullshit. Thus the stretching he learned from his beefy coach. Austin peered up at his cell phone still clutched in his hand above his head. One new message in the morning meant either he missed a call or his perfect little cheerleader girlfriend was up and about. His hand brought the device down to eye-level, wiping sleep from his eye and turning his body to his feet touched the wooden floor.
to: steph
from: austin
morning baby (:
that sounds great
& i miss your lips even more
xoxo beautiful
After setting his phone back on the night stand, the tall male slapped his knees and took one big step up to stand. Austin walked around his bedroom in his boxers, trying to remember all that his mom said. Something about Danny and the dentist. Probably means she skipped me out on breakfast this morning... The teenager grumbled about having no food made for him then made his way to the shower, tossing his boxers onto the floor. A turn of the large shower knob and a few moments was what it took for him to have his lovely scalding hot shower. He liked his water hotter than most, at the point where his skin turns very red like a lobster, but not enough to harm the star athlete. Not that he'd mind too much. Reaching his hand in he smirked to himself as the water was just how he liked it. As the primary user of the hot water in the house, getting up later than everyone else usually left him with an average heated shower. Luckily today his mother and brother must have kept their showers cooler and short.
Austin closed his eyes as he stepped into the tiled box of a shower, enjoying it. His hair flopped over his forehead as the gel from the day before lost its hold. A quick ruffle of the tuff with a handful of shampoo began to clear it away. Standing straight in the shower he probably stood around six feet and a few inches. Though, his doctor said he might grow a little bit taller over the next year until he stops growing and becomes an adult. Thankfully his teeth had stopped growing and were in no more need of so many check-ups by a certain dentist. Now, this jock my not have been very smart but could sense something was strange his last visits for a few recent years. The man was a total creep, even if he was just overly friendly. Fixing jacked up teeth isn't supposed to be fun.
Those thoughts about his brother going to see that man ruined his blissful rain of warmth. Turning off the shower, Austin towel dried his hair and let his body drip of water. He then proceeded to lightly dry his body off and wrap the fabric around his waist. Austin's jump out of the shower routine from that point consisted of blow drying his hair, gelling his tuff, grabbing some comfortable but cool clothes and throwing anything he needed into his backpack. With the final touch of his letter jacket, the boy walked out of his bedroom door to grab a some money from his wallet. Screw making food, he could pick up a bagel or something on the way to meeting up with his gorgeous girlfriend. After deciding to walk to school and pick up some breakfast, Austin slid his lighter and matches into his pocket. Never know when the moment strikes for a little burning. With a small slam of the door and twist of the key in the front door's lock, he was off. By the time he would get there, Stephanie would be sweating happily with her beautiful smile that made him heat up. Even though real men don't blush.
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