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his birthday suit. Jimmy’s heart was pounding in his chest, but it was something other than anger he was feeling. And his heart wasn’t the only thing that was pulsing. He had a wicked hard-on straining against the tight denim fabric of his jeans.
    He didn’t want to trust the guy, and he definitely wasn’t ready to acknowledge that he liked him. But Jimmy couldn’t deny that Corey had apologized—twice now—and he’d helped Jimmy back at the airport when he was about to be trampled. It was weird how he’d been so confident, coming right out and admitting he was gay.
    Part of Jimmy wanted to go back and tell Corey the truth about himself. He wanted to be brave enough to just be honest about who he was. He wasn’t sure if the guy was really trustworthy, though. It could be another trick. Corey could just be trying to get Jimmy to confess something personal about himself—like he had before—and then later use it against him.
    It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like it was any of Corey’s business who Jimmy was attracted to. There certainly was no possibility of a romance between them. They weren’t even allowed to do anything like that. He’d read all the rules, and he wouldn’t dream of breaking any of them. This was his once-in-a-lifetime chance, and he was not about to blow it just because his roommate was some hot-looking blond kid with gorgeous eyes, a smooth, well-defined chest, and a cute little bubble butt.
    “I did not just say he had a cute butt,” Jimmy whispered. He reached down and squeezed himself, massaging the obvious bulge between his legs.
    “Screw this!” Jimmy said, a little too loudly. He stripped off his shirt and turned on the water in the shower. Peeling off the rest of his clothes, he then adjusted the water temperature. Cold! He needed to stop thinking thoughts like this and get his head back in the game. He had a competition to win, and he couldn’t allow any distractions to interfere.
    Ten minutes later, it was his turn to step out of the bathroom in the raw. He found a robe hanging next to the shower and wrapped it around himself.
    “I see you found my robe,” Corey said as he walked past.
    “This is yours?” Jimmy said. “Sorry, I thought it was… ya know, from the hotel.”
    Corey laughed. “It is from the hotel. I’m just messin’ with ya.” Corey was now fully dressed and sprawled out on his bed. He had the television on.
    “Oh,” Jimmy said. He opened his big suitcase and began rummaging through it, pulling out some clothes. Stepping over to the far side of his bed away from Corey, Jimmy slipped on a pair of briefs. He was still wearing the robe, so he was confident he wouldn’t be giving his roommate a show.
    “Whooot whoo!” Corey whistled.
    Quickly Jimmy spun around and glared at him. “That’s not funny!” He felt his face turning red.
    “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Corey said.
    “Look,” Jimmy sighed exasperatedly, “we’re stuck with each other… I mean if it’s true what you said about them not letting us change rooms. So we gotta figure out how to get along.”
    “I think we’re getting along just fine,” Corey said. “But you know what? You’re right. I shouldn’t whistle at you and say things to make you feel uncomfortable. You’re probably not used to….”
    “To what?” Jimmy asked when Corey didn’t finish his sentence.
    “Uh, well, to other guys whistling at you and saying you’re cute.”
    “This ain’t the time nor place,” Jimmy said, nodding for emphasis. “We’re not here for messin’ around. We’re here for a music competition.”
    “Okay, then,” Corey said as he jumped up from the mattress. “Then I guess I should try singing to you….”
    “No!” Jimmy protested.
    Before Jimmy could say another word, Corey had picked up a hairbrush from the dresser and was wielding it like a microphone. He began to sing:
    If I could turn back time
If I could find a way I’d take back those words that hurt you and