Zach was straight. The words never stopped you before kept popping it to his mind but it was different with Zach. He wanted so much more than the satisfaction that came with altering the orientation of some confused straight kid.

A while later Zach was walking down the hallway focusing on a clipboard full of account details trying to figure out where the mistake was when Noah came hurtling out of an open door next to him.

“I spilt paint on me.” Noah exclaimed happily motioning to the bright blue splash down the front of his white shirt and dodging Zach.

Zach stood stunned in the hallway for several seconds recovering from nearly being knocked over by a brightly coloured blur, before coming to his senses and following Noah up the hallway. “How may I ask you did you manage to spill paint all over yourself when we work with computers?” Zach said walking into the locker room. Instantly wishing he hadn’t followed. As Noah had pulled his stained shirt off and stood bare-chested next to his locker. Zach couldn’t help but let his eyes glide down over Noah’s smooth wiry chest and long slender arms.

“Um well I was looking for some coloured cardboard in the supply room and a bottle fell on me. Damn it I could have sworn I had another shirt in here.” Noah said his head buried in the back of his locker.

Zach made some sound of agreement, without really focusing on what Noah was saying as he watch a small blue drip that had seeped through Noah’s shirt and was gliding effortlessly down between Noah’s pecs and over his taught stomach to be hungrily soaked up by the low waistband of Noah’s jeans.

“Why is your face like that?” Noah said straightening up and looking at Zach.

“Like what?” Zach said his eyes snapping back up to Noah’s.

“All screwed up like.” Said Noah mimicking the look he saw upon Zach’s face.

“It’s not, I think I have a shirt in my locker if you want it." Zach said changing the subject.

“Really? That would be great, I don’t think many would appreciate me walking around with no top on.” Noah said looking down at his blue stained chest.

I know I wouldn’t mind. Thought Zach as he reached into his locker.

“I am not wearing that!” Noah exclaimed looking at the shirt Zach held up.

“Why not, what’s wrong with it?” Zach said looking at the shirt, hurt because it was one of his favorites.

“I may not be much of a sports fan but my father would disown me if he found out I had worn a shirt supporting a college football team other than my own.” Noah said.

“I see, but you didn’t play football in college.” Zach said

“That’s not the point, ever heard of a thing called school spirit.” Noah said defensively.

“Ok, Ok, don’t get your panties in a twist. I’ll wear this one; you can wear the one I’m wearing.” Zach said hanging the shirt over the locker door and pulling his own shirt up over his head and throwing it at Noah.

“Happy.” Zach said.

“Yep.” Noah said holding his breath at the sight of Zach’s muscular chest and arms. Like Noah he was slender but compared to Noah’s wiry athletic build he was built more like a footballer with solid arms and a well-defined chest. Noah couldn’t