A Locker Room Meeting
Oh sure, a room full of half-naked men sounded appealing, but the smell of sweat was a bit of a turn off. Nevermind that though. Today Sebastian was on a mission. Blaine had told him that he often worked out after school. Now that was something Sebastian wanted to see.
Sebastian cracked open the door of the McKinley High boys' locker room and looked around. Empty. Or was it? The sound of a locker shutting got Sebastian's attention. He pushed the door the rest of the way open and entered the room. "Blaine?" Sebastian made his way through the locker room, searching each row of lockers. "I know you're here, buddy." He reached the last row of lockers and was greeted by something he didn't expect. Or rather, someone. His back turned to Sebastian, a tall, skinny boy in extremely short gym shorts was hunched over tying his shoes
"You..." Sebastian licked his lips as he raked his eyes over the boy's body, focusing mainly on his legs and ass. "...are not Blaine."
Startled, the boy jumped up and spun around, his blue eyes widened in surprise. "Who're you?!" He nearly hit Sebastian with the shoe he was holding.
"Whoa!" Sebastian threw his hands up in front of him. "Watch where you're swinging that thing."
"What? Oh, sorry." The boy put his shoe down on a nearby bench. "The question still stands though. Who are ya? Yer wearin' a uniform, so ya obviously don't go here."
"How very observant of you. Sebastian Smythe. And, as you pointed out, no, I don't go here."
The boy's brow furrowed in confusion. "Then why are ya here?"
"Well, I WAS looking for someone... but I can see that you're the only someone in here. And who might you be? I mean, I told you who I was. It's only right that I should know what your name is."
"Me name's Rory Flanagan," he beamed proudly, clearly over the shock of meeting the stranger. Rory loved making introductions. "Who were you lookin' for?" Rory asked as he turned, bending over slightly to pick up his shoe again.
"You have a very cute..." Sebastian's eyes wandered to Rory's ass again. "Accent. Irish?"
Rory went to stand up straight again and caught Sebastian leering at him. "A-aye," he stuttered, trying to hold back a blush. "Thank you? You still didn't say who you were lookin' for."
"Don't be embarrassed," Sebastian laughed, looking back up into the boy's baby blue eyes. "As for who I was looking for, well, let's just forget about that. I'm more interested in who I found instead."
Rory tilted his head in confusion. "Who you found? Me?"
A smirk spread across Sebastian's face. "You are absolutely adorable. I have to be going now, but I would love to talk to you again. I go to Dalton Academy in Westerville. You should look me up sometime. If I'm not there, I'm probably at the Lima Bean."
"I... er..." Rory stammered.
"Great. It's a date." Sebastian made his way to the door. "Oh, and feel free to wear those shorts." He winked and then exited the locker room.
"That's..." Rory squeaked, his face now turning quite red as he watched Sebastian leaving. "...grand." Dalton Academy. Lima Bean. Rory filed the words away in his brain for later use. "Not the shorts," he thought out loud. "Definitely not the shorts."
