Joshua (part 1)

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Joshua.
by John Avon.

Joshua sat, fidgeting impatiently and waiting for the bus. He got up and paced a little bit to stretch his legs and eventually ended up leaning on the lamppost. He tutted and looked over to Nicolas, asking the time.
Nicolas looked at his watch absently and said: “Half-past four. Five minutes Josh, can’t you just wait a little while man?”
“Bah. I hate waiting.” Joshua snorted, kicking the lamppost to emphasise this. He succeeded in hurting his foot. “Shit.”
Nicolas laughed hard at his friend's antics. “That’ll learn you to go round kicking things.”
“I’ll kick you if you’re not careful you wanker.”

Nicolas dismissed the insult. Joshua had terminal potty-mouth. “Look, here comes the bus now. See that wasn’t long.”
Joshua sighed. “Finally! Come on shit for brains." As they boarded the bus Joshua smiled, remembering how he met Nicolas. He had been standing having a joke with his friends, and he had looked around absently and spotted Nicolas sitting by the tree, listening to a personal radio. He was alone, and that was strange because in this school everyone had a friend they always hung out with at breaks. He muttered something to his friends about seeing them later and walked over to him. For some reason he was enraptured by everything the boy did. He couldn’t help but stare.

The boy had looked up when he saw Joshua approaching, but his face kept the same expression, not betraying anything to Joshua. Joshua lazily dumped himself on the patch of grass next to the boy and said: “Yo.” - immediately regretting his ridiculous attempt at sounding laid-back. 
The boy took off his headphones and raised an inquisitive eyebrow “Hey.” he returned. 

Joshua smiled, noticing the strong south-American accent. That little hint of recognition had made him feel nice for some reason, which he just couldn't explain. “My name’s Joshua, but call me Josh.”
“Nicolas, Nic.”
“Nic.” He made a special note to himself to remember the name. “Why the hell are you here all on your own Nic?” 
Nicolas smiled, chuckling lightly - Joshua’s heart melted. “Agh, not many people a whole lot like me around, Josh.”
“Why?” Josh asked through the warm fuzzy feeling he got from the fact that Nic had used his abbreviated name. That was a sign of friendship, and Josh wanted more than anything to be friends with this captivating boy. 

Nicolas shrugged. “Well I just moved here from Texas, and my parents are split up.”
Joshua was genuinely astonished. He looked at Nicolas. The boy was so handsome - with dark brown hair and absolutely dazzlingly vibrant green eyes. He was quite big physically, but it didn’t seem to be fat. Joshua imagined pretty large muscles working underneath those clothes. He looked a little older than Joshua. Joshua was 11 at the time; Nicolas looked maybe one or two years older. “And that’s a reason not to like you? That’s disgusting.”
Nicolas laughed. “Hey, no biggie. They don’t even know me yet, give them time.”
Joshua grinned in reply. “Well in the meantime, I’ll be your first friend if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, I think I can live with that.” Nic returned, smiling. 

Joshua smiled back and glanced at the watch on Nic’s wrist. He couldn’t help but think how perfect Nic’s hands were (he simply had no clue why he would think something like that) but he looked away and spoke. “Sorry Nic, but I gotta run to my next class. I’ll see you around buddy.”
Nicolas glanced at his watch. “Me too. See you later Josh.”
Since then Joshua and Nicolas had remained best of friends for a long time, and every day Joshua had fallen more and more in love with Nicolas. Now though Joshua was 14, Nicolas was 15 and Nicolas was as popular as Joshua - and they were both very popular, mainly due to their sense of humour and overall good nature. 

Now Joshua sat opposite Nicolas, pretending to stare out the window - but really stealing glances at Nicolas. Nicolas glanced at him occasionally, obviously noticing Joshua staring at him once or twice. When he was spotted, Joshua looked away, blushing a little. ‘God, why not walk over there and fucking kiss him already?’ he asked himself, groaning at his being caught blatantly staring, and then looking away and, of all things, blushing!
Nicolas looked at Joshua again, a little puzzled. “You okay over there Josh?”
Joshua tried to sound casual. “Hm? Oh, yeah fine thanks.” 

Nicolas stared at Joshua for a little while, obviously not quite believing him but he let it go. Joshua sighed and reached up to brush his light blonde hair out of his blue eyes. He was pleasantly average height for his age, and was of a very attractive countenance. He didn’t know this though and often wondered why girls kept staring or glancing at him in lessons. The same applied for Nicolas, whose handsome looks had matured with his age, and had far from deteriorated. Joshua was athletically built, but not as well muscled as Nicolas was. Once, a few moths ago, Nicolas had tried out for the swimming team (the one that Joshua swam in) for the first time. This meant that they changed in the same room, and Joshua had managed to get into a position where he could watch Nicolas undress but could speedily look as if he was minding his own business if Nicolas, or anyone else for that matter, saw him. He had watched Nicolas unzip his bag and pull his trunks out, sitting down to untangle the string. As he stood up, he began to talk to someone and reach underneath the hem of his T-shirt. He smiled at a joke, and it seemed every time that Nicolas smiled, Joshua’s heart melted. Nicolas had then pulled his T-shirt up over his head and Joshua remembered staring in shocked silence for a moment. Nicolas's muscles bulged! 

After he had removed his shirt, both Joshua and Nicolas had heard someone shout: “Fucking hell!” and they had both looked to see Simon staring in disbelief at Nicolas’s body. He gestured to two of his friends and walked over to Nicolas. “Jesus man, what the hell do you do?” Simon exclaimed incredulously. Simon was part of a circle of friends who liked to try to build their muscles as big as they can, and compare - sadly enough. 
“Er, eat healthy?” Nicolas said cautiously, making Joshua giggle.
“Christ man. You are jacked! Flex for us, man.”

Nicolas heaved a sigh as he grudgingly flexed his right bicep for Simon and his "Pecs Posse". Simon felt it in astonishment and beckoned to Joshua. “Dude, you have got to come and feel this.”
A little embarrassed, but not about to pass up the opportunity to touch Nicolas, Joshua walked over and tentatively began to feel Nicolas's bicep. He squeezed gently at first - and then squeezed hard as he realised, eyes widening, that it was absolutely rock hard. 
“Flex everything man.” said Simon petulantly.

Nicolas rolled his eyes and flexed his torso muscles. Joshua glanced at Simon, as if for reassurance, before running his hands down Nic’s solid chest and over his accented taut abs. Joshua shook his head a little as he realised he had better go back to his bag before people noticed him - as he was sporting an aching hard-on.
Presently Joshua sat in the bus, suddenly imagining the incredible muscles working underneath Nicolas’s unnecessarily tight t-shirt. He quickly crossed his legs as his previously soft member began to stir. To make sure Nicolas didn’t notice he tried to think of anything to talk about. “Um, hey, did you get any homework tonight? It is the week-end after all...”
Nicolas smiled. “Actually, no. Guess Mr. Johnson forgot to set us any. Did you get any?”
Joshua grinned and held out his hand. “Nope! We have the week-end to ourselves Niccy!” he giggled excitedly as Nicolas grinned and gave Joshua a casual five. “And don’t forget Kirstie’s disco on Saturday.”

Nicolas smiled. “Oh right! Totally slipped my mind.” The bus stopped for Nicolas’s house. “Okay then, see you Saturday Josh buddy!” He smiled again, walking to the open bus doors and patting Joshua on the shoulder cheerfully as he walked past.
Joshua smiled and waved, staring after Nicolas as he went. It seemed that every time he shut his eyes, the half-naked Nicolas from a few months ago flicks automatically into his mind, like some kind of mental screen saver. He sat back and closed his eyes, thinking of Nicolas.