During their free time, while everyone else was busy with assignments or reading their books, Flynn and Dylan were both slumped over their desks, fast asleep. The two of them were exhausted, struggling to adjust to their new sleep schedules, and on top of that, Flynn was still getting used to being away from home. The apartment, the routines, even the smallest details of living with Dylan—it was all unfamiliar territory for him.
A few moments later, their class representative suddenly appeared, calling the attention of the entire room. "Alright everyone, we've prepared the pool area for today's physical activity. Please get ready and head there now."
Flynn and Dylan groaned but quickly got up, grabbing extra clothes before making their way to the pool. As they walked, Nathan suddenly appeared beside Flynn, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.
"Hey, Flynn, looks like you've officially moved in with Dylan," Nathan teased, the corners of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk.
Flynn's brow furrowed. "What are you thinking now?" he asked, suspicious of Nathan's intentions.
Nathan laughed lightly. "Nothing much. Just checking if my best friend is still alive. You two were practically asleep in class earlier. Looks like you made the most of your first night together, huh?"
Flynn's face turned crimson at the comment. He swung the shirt he was holding at Nathan in mock annoyance, but Nathan effortlessly dodged and sprinted ahead, laughing.
By the time they all reached the pool area, Mr. Gonzales had gathered the students for a brief explanation of the day's activities. "Alright class, here's what we'll be doing for today's swimming activity. First, each of you will dive one at a time so I can check your diving form. Next, after your dive, swim one lap across the pool and back so I can see your swimming capability. Finally, we'll time each lap to assess your speed. Wait your turn and follow instructions carefully."
With the instructions out of the way, everyone headed to the locker rooms to change into their swimming attire.
As the students emerged, a collective gasp swept through the girls' side of the pool. The boys, now in their swimming trunks, caught every eye. Among those who drew the most attention were Nathan, Flynn, and Dylan.
After the girls had their turn practicing diving, the boys lined up. Nathan went first. As he positioned himself on the diving platform, the girls' shrieks and cheers grew louder. His popularity had only increased since foundation week, and now, aside from their classmates, female students from other sections were shouting and clapping as well.
Before leaping, Nathan took a dramatic moment to stretch—arching his back, stretching his arms skyward, and turning his head side to side, fingers running through his hair in an exaggerated, self-assured manner. Every movement screamed, look at me, I'm effortlessly handsome. The girls' reactions were immediate and unrestrained.
"Oh my god, he's so handsome!"
"He's literally perfect."
Nathan smirked faintly to himself, clearly enjoying the attention. Then, at the whistle, he launched into the dive.
But reality hit fast. Nathan had no idea how to dive properly. He fell straight into the water, belly-first, arms stiff at his sides—landing with a splash that reverberated through the pool. Panicking, he flailed to swim, his feet brushing against the pool floor without him realizing how deep it was. Luckily, he was near the edge, and he grabbed the side to pull himself out, coughing violently as he tried to catch his breath.
Flynn and the others rushed over, handing Nathan a towel, a mix of teasing and concern in their eyes.
"You're so full of yourself... and you can't even swim," Flynn teased, earning a wheezing laugh from Nathan.
Nathan grabbed the towel, stood up, and removed his goggles and swim cap. He tossed his wet hair back over his head, the kind of motion that screamed, look at me, I'm still effortlessly cool, despite the chaos of the dive. The girls couldn't help but whistle and giggle.
Dylan, standing slightly apart, merely smirked and muttered under his breath, "What an idiot."
After Nathan's performance, the other boys lined up for their turn. Flynn and Dylan waited together at the side, and it didn't take long before a wicked idea crept into Dylan's mind. His expression shifting into that unmistakable, trouble-brewing smirk.
"When I finish first, we're taking a shower together afterward. Deal?" Dylan smirked, leaning slightly toward Flynn.
"You wish," Flynn shot back, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
Dylan took Flynn's answer seriously, nodding slightly as if agreeing to the challenge, a spark of excitement lighting up his eyes.
When it was finally Flynn's turn, the girls' excited whispers and giggles erupted again as he stepped up to the edge of the pool. Dylan couldn't hide his pride at the reactions. Of course they're staring. That's my baby, he thought to himself, smirking silently.
Flynn stretched lightly, positioning himself and readying for the dive. At the whistle, he launched smoothly into the air. His dive was controlled, elegant, a perfect arc into the water. Without hesitation, he swam across the 25-meter pool and back, each stroke confident and measured.
As he reached the end and touched the wall, applause broke out from the side. Everyone cheered. Flynn's time flashed on the scoreboard: 20 seconds. He was the fastest in their class, leading the pack.
Dylan was waiting by the pool's edge with a towel, handing it over as Flynn climbed out. "Looks like you'll be showering with me later after all." Dylan teased, grinning.
"Let's see if you can beat my time first," Flynn shot back, smirking in return.
Then it was Dylan's turn. Among all the boys, he had the most athletic build, a toned physique that drew the eyes of everyone around. He also happened to have the most noticeable bulge in his trunks, which was more than enough to send the girls into a frenzy of screams.
Flynn smirked faintly, but he couldn't tell why a flicker of irritation stirred in him as he listened to the girls screaming for Dylan.
Dylan stepped up, stretching lightly before adjusting his goggles and swim cap. He glanced at Flynn and winked, a little challenge sparkling in his eyes. The girls around the pool squealed even louder, some clearly fantasizing about the two of them together. Flynn could only laugh in disbelief at the absurdity of it all.
The whistle blew. Dylan launched into the pool with a flawless dive. The entry was clean, smooth, and powerful. Every stroke he took was strong and efficient. Within seconds, he reached the other end of the pool and turned effortlessly, racing back with precision. His classmates leaned against the edge, cheering wildly, impressed by his speed.
When Dylan touched the final wall, the applause grew even louder. Mr. Gonzalez clapped, a wide grin on his face. Dylan's time? 15 seconds—nearly matching the school's elite swimmers.
But Dylan didn't care about the records. What mattered most to him was the little victory over Flynn. The moment he climbed out of the pool, he rushed straight to him, grinning like he had won the world.
"How's that? Looks like I'm faster than you," Dylan teased, smirking and raising an eyebrow, his expression deliberately smug.
Flynn opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Mr. Gonzales' voice boomed across the pool area. "Alright class, that's it for today. Shower first, then return to your classroom."
Flynn rolled his eyes, scooping up the towel Dylan had been holding and hurling it at him playfully. Without another word, he sprinted toward the boys' shower room, leaving Dylan grinning behind him.
When Flynn reached the shower area, he immediately stepped into an empty shower stall. Each cubicle has no door and only a shower curtain, which acts like a barrier. Flynn quickly pulled down his trunks and began showering completely naked.
As he was lathering himself with soap, he didn't notice Dylan entering his shower stall. When Flynn went to rinse the soap off, he turned and was shocked to see Dylan in his cubicle—completely naked.
"What the f—" Flynn started to shout, but Dylan's hand shot out, covering his mouth.
Leaning in slightly, Dylan whispered, "Don't make a sound if you don't want them to know we're together here in the shower... and start thinking things," he whispered.
Even with the shower running and water flowing over his body, Flynn suddenly felt heat rising when Dylan's warm breath touched his ear. He blushed even more when he felt something brush against the tip of his cock. Only then did he realize that Dylan was naked too, and when he looked down, he saw the tip of Dylan's cock pressed against his own.
Flynn's hands shot to cover himself. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he whispered.
"Have you forgotten our deal?" Dylan murmured.
"What? Are you serious?" Flynn asked, stunned. He hadn't expected Dylan to actually mean it.
"I'm always serious when it comes to you. So remember that, from now on," Dylan said, stepping closer. Flynn instinctively stepped back until he was pressed against the wall, Dylan's hands braced on either side of him.
"You're so fucking hot, Flynn. You turn me on," Dylan whispered. Flynn felt Dylan's cock brush against his hand as he covered himself. Now, he could feel the faint stiffness of Dylan's erection. When he glanced down, he saw it was partially hard.
Even though Flynn's face burned with embarrassment, he couldn't understand why he felt himself heating up more and more, feeling the stirrings of his own cock.
Flynn closed his eyes as Dylan attempted to kiss him. A minute passed, and still nothing happened. When he opened his eyes, Dylan was gone.
Flynn let out a long, shaky sigh, panting from what had just happened. "That fucking pervert." he muttered, hurrying to finish his shower.