Lines of Division: Part Four

It took Scott a moment to realize that Todd had actually made a joke. He laughed, more out of disbelief and the release of pent up pressure than anything else. But he was still aware of the other boy's tiny naked form. It was exactly like the bodies of some of his teammates, lithe and slender but undeniably strong, only in miniature. Why that made it even more enticing to Scott he couldn't say. Perhaps it was the foreign-ness of it, so alien yet so familiar, like his own but infinitely more delicate. He wanted to wrap his fingers around the little body, to feel Todd's perfectly formed arms and legs pulsing in his clutch. Of course, thinking these thoughts also made him feel terrible. Todd would probably consider such an act tantamount to rape. Scott looked away awkwardly, blushing and disoriented. "Yeah, you sure did. I won't forget it either. You've got... uh... quite the set of choppers."
Both boys laughed nervously. Todd thought he should probably make sure Scott was alright, even if it had been a life or death situation, since they were trying to be civil to each other now. "Are you, okay? Y'know... I didn't... hurt you too bad, did I?" He said, trying and failing to look nonchalant as he glanced at Scott out of the corner of his eye. His gaze wandered instinctively to the subject of the conversation with which he had been so recently intimate. The bulge in Scott's shorts was even more impressive now that he'd been inside of it. But more than that... it looked slightly excited. Todd jerked his head away quickly.