Shredded Shirts, Bruised Balls and Misguided Deciders

Hey guys! Should probably read my previous story first! I hope you guys enjoy! 
I also hope there aren't too many errors, I had to do some weirdness to format this properly. No idea what the issue was, but I digress. 

“It should be a crime for you to wear a shirt.”

Jordan stared at Nick with yearning admiration. Nick’s a very handsome 18 year old boy with gorgeous green eyes that are always on the lookout for a way to have fun. He's handsome, and cares how he looks. His jet black hair is well kept, and his face has no real flaws. A strong jawline, sweet dimples and cheekbones that are obvious, but aren't so sharp as to make him look manufactured; A natural, handsome face and a strong, sexy body with well kept and defined 6 pack abs, bulging biceps, bouncing pecs and a bulbous crotch. 

Nick's not wearing a shirt as we join in, and he's wearing white basketball shorts that are very soft to the touch. His body has some sweat running over, but he's hardly worked himself up. Nick felt awesome as he thought of a reply to his friend's complimentary words. 

Nick smiled as he found one. "Yeah, I know. But if I never wear a shirt, then it won't mean as much!"

"I'll never tire at looking over your body, darling." Was the instant reply. 

Nick laughed and turned to the flamboyant 18 year old. Jordan has flaming pink hair which is very well kept. He makes sure his hair is always how he wants it to be, no matter the situation. Jordan makes it a point to look as good as he can, and he always succeeds. Handsome face, even if a bit feminine, tight jeans that shows off his bulge and strong legs. He's just wearing a plain shirtless white tee, which is surprisingly tame considering what he normally wears. Jordan's light blue eyes were looking into Nick's green eyes, waiting for his sexy friend to respond to his compliment. 

"Well, I appreciate the compliment. But all good things must come to an end." Nick said as he reached for his shirt. 

"No! Come on man, don't ruin my fun..." Jordan said, deciding to snatch Nick's shirt from under the handsome hunk's hand. Jordan shoved his face in the shirt and took in Nick's musk, hiding his smile. It smelt sexy.

"Wow. You're going to force me to be shirtless!" Nick said, almost unable to believe this. 

Raising his mouth, "I'm doing the world a favor." Jordan said, smirking. 

"Well, I'm gonna do the world a favor by kicking your shit in!" Nick said in good spirits as he walked up to Jordan in false authority. 

"Not if you can't catch me!" Jordan yelled, jogging backwards, still facing the green eyed jock. 

"Oh, it's fucking ON!" Nick replied as he started running at Jordan. 

"Ohfuckahah!" Jordan let out as he turned around and started running for the hills with shirt in hand. 

Jordan is more than fit, but in the conditioning department, he falls flat compared to the sport focused Nick. Given his advantage, Nick didn't have much of a problem catching the guilty gay. 

He tackled Jordan to the floor and tried to wrestle him over the shirt. "Give me my shirt you pervert!" Nick jovially cried, rolling around with Jordan.  

Jordan was laughing and trying his best to keep Nick's shirt away from the shirtless hottie. Jordan was underneath Nick as Nick grabbed the shirt and stood up, trying to pull it away. Jordan felt him start to lose his grip, so he took matters into his own hands. 

Jordan let go with one hand, and used it to grab Nick's wad of meat between his strong legs. Jordan very much enjoyed feeling Nick's delicate jewels and meaty man stick through his soft basketball shorts, which may as well not even be there considering how vivid to the touch it was. 

Nick yelped and let go of the shirt in panic, not expecting to get molested. Jordan laughed and took the shirt and started running away from the momentarily stunned stud, whose hands were covering his crotch. 

"You cheeky fuck." Nick muttered as he realized what happened. Jordan didn't get too far before Nick jumped on him again, this time staying on Jordan's back. Nick moved his hands to Jordan's front and found his nipples and twisted, causing Jordan to squeal as he laughed.

"What the fuck, get off my nips!" Jordan hollered as he moved his hands to protect his nips. Nick took this opportunity to snatch his shirt and run past Jordan, who was still on the floor protecting his nips. 

Jordan looked up at the right moment and snatched Nick's leg, causing Nick to fall to the floor. Laughing and trying to crawl away, Nick looked back at the clawing hand that belonds to Jordan behind him. "Let go of my leg man!" 

Jordan's perspective was ahead, making sure Nick doesn't get up. He kept a hold of his leg, and tried to pull himself towards Nick. Jordan pulled himself up Nick's sculptured leg, trying to reach Nick's borderline perfect upper body and keep his shirt away from hiding it. 

Nick fought him off, and tried to get away. Tried to exercise his right to wear a shirt. Eventually, Nick just took the shirt and decided to put it on before Jordan could do something about it. 

"You aren't gonna win!" Nick laughed aloud. 

Jordan panicked and reached out, grabbing Nick by the balls once again. His basketball shorts still offered no resistance as Nick yelped again, sending his hands down, trying to pry Jordan's hands off his goods. But Jordan had a decent grip, having both of Nick's hefty balls in the palm of his hand, along with his flaccid fat cock. Jordan pulled back, causing Nick to shriek. 

"Ohfuck, my balls!" Nick yelped in a high pitch, but still enjoying himself. Jordan pulled himself towards Nick and grabbed his shirt, letting go of Nick's nuts. 

Jordan took the shirt and tried to run off again as Nick held onto his recently manhandled jewels. 

Nick didn't let him get away though. 

As Jordan tried to run past, Nick swung his hand out, smacking Jordan's balls with his palm. Jordan let out a grunt and fell to the floor, one hand over his jeans zipper, other still holding the shirt. Jordan tried to get off his feet, but lost his footing, falling over under the momentary nut pain. Nick took the opportunity to crawl over and try and wrestle with Jordan again. Pulling on the shirt, rolling over each other. 

"Just give me my fucking shirt back!" Nick said laughing. 

"Never!" Jordan responded with conviction. Nick stood up and decided to just pull on the shirt, hoping to overpower Jordan. 

Jordan decided to keep good grip and hold both hands on it. Nick began to drag Jordan around by Nick's own shirt, hoping it would accomplish something, a laugh at the least, victory preferred. 

The shirtless hunk dragged the flamboyant heart-throb across the floor, both deciding to do their best to keep a grip on the shirt. 

The fabric holding Nick's shirt turned out to be weaker than both Jordan and Nick's will, and got torn in two. Nick fell backwards, as he no longer had anything holding him in place as he pulled back. Jordan looked at the ripped shirt and laughed. 

After a couple moments of collection, "I think I won." The blue eyed boy said looking at the green eyed boy, who's sitting on the floor looking at his ripped shirt. 

"I think so." Nick replied laughing. He got up and walked over to Jordan, offering him his hand. Jordan took it, and was helped off the floor. 

"Sorry about the shirt though. I'll get you a new one." Jordan said sincerely. 

"Nah, you don't have to. All in good fun!" Nick said smiling. 

"No, I insist. Come on, let's go now! I wanted to go shopping anyways."

"I'd be down, but Paul's driving by to pick me up." Nick said. 

"All of us can go shopping together!" Jordan said excitedly. 

"We'll see. Idk if Paul will want to though."

"Well IDK either, but I'll convince him, LA-MAO!" Jordan teased. 

"Really? 'La-mao'?" Nick asked with a smirk. 

"EL OH EL Nick, you're so funny!" Jordan said sarcastically, smacking Nick's naked pecs. Nick laughed and shook his head, looking behind Jordan. 

"Paul's here." Nick waved behind Jordan. Paul pulled up in his shitty car, waving back. He got out of the car and stared at his brother and fellow friend. He started walking over. 

Paul looked over his twin and asked with a raised eye "So, is this the new fashion?", pointing and referring to Nick's lack of shirt. 

"God, I hope so." Jordan laughed. 

"Nah man, shirt ripped! Jordan wants to go shopping to buy me a new one. Wanna join us, brother?"  Nick asked with levity. 

Paul threw the idea around. He was planning on heading home and finish reading this book he was really into. 

"I don't know guys... I'm not feeling being in a crowd today. I kinda just wanted to go home and read this book-"

"Book? Paul, you're killing me!" Jordan exclaimed, shaking his head. 

"What? There's nothing wrong with reading..."

"There is when it interferes with your socializing, come oooonn!" Jordan pleaded. 

"You still on that universe book?" Nick asked. 

"Yeah. Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy." Paul replied. 

"Hitchhikers guide to being a fucking nerd."

"Jordan I don-"

"Come on!" Your brother needs a shirt, and I need to buy some clothes! How about you ask Cody if he wants to join?" Jordan said excitedly. Jordan really wanted to go shopping, and decided to bring Cody into the mix. He knew that Paul would be more willing to go if Cody's there. 

Paul did enjoy the idea of hanging with Cody. He really did want to read Douglas Adams dry wit and thrilling adventure, but he really enjoyed the idea of seeing Cody.

Paul begrudgingly shrugged. He decided to fold. "Fine, fine. But only if Cody's down. I'll hit him up." Paul said, pulling out his phone, sending Cody a message. Waiting for a response, he looked up at Jordan and his brother. 

"Wait, what even happened to your shirt?" Paul asked, realizing that shirts tend not to just rip without some exerted force. 

"Well, your brother was being unreasonable, so I had to take matters into my own hands." Jordan said, smirking. 

"Unreasonable?" Paul asked, looking at Nick. 

Nick laughed and said "He didn't want me to put a shirt on. Fought me for it, the shirt was a... unintended causality."

"Or was it?" Jordan said slyly. 

Paul chuckled with a shake of his head and felt his phone vibrate. He looked at it, and saw Cody's response. 

"All right, get in, Cody's down. We gotta pick him up." Paul said, pocketing his phone. 

"Yaaas! I love Cody!" Jordan said smiling. 

"Who doesn't?" Paul replied. 

"Good point." Jordan said laughing. All 3 got into Paul's car. Jordan and Nick sat in the back. 

"How far is Cody's house?" Jordan asked. 

"From here? Like 5-ish minutes. Not much more." Paul said, as he started driving off. 

They sat silently in the car, listening to Paul's music for a minute or so. Jordan piped up. 

"Yo, change the song. This is something I'd listen to if I wanted to kill myself."

"Hey... this song isn't depressing." Paul said, taking Jordan's comment to heart. 

"Oh my god, are we listening to the same song? He sounds like he's crying! What is he even saying?"

"He's talking about life. Not some bullshit you hear on the radio."

"It's depressing as fuck." 

"Fuck off Jordan. You like the most poppy of pop. It's so basic."

"I do not!" 

"Man, Shawn Mendes is like your favorite artist."

"So? He's sexy,has a great voice and deserves everything he has!"

"Dude, you're so obsessed. You're the kind of guy who'd rig a poll, just so He would win. Plus, his music is ass."

"This music sucks too. There's no way to enjoy this."

"Dude, don't convince me to come along then throw shit at me for listening to my music!" Paul said, getting angry. 

"Calm down, don't get your panties in a bunch. We can listen to depressing music if you want..."

Paul shook his head. 

Paul drove the car as he got heated over Jordan's comments. Then he realized getting as annoyed as he was is ridiculous, and he should know better than to take Jordan's teasing so personally. Paul realizes this, but it's just how he is. He takes things a bit too personally sometimes. Paul tried to focus on Ian Curtis's melancholic fashion and the pavement ahead of him, as the rest of the drive was silent on conversation. 

They got to Cody's house, and the very cute 17 year old was wearing khakis with a green and white flannel, which went very well with his light brown hair and gorgeously defined hazel eyes. Cody smiled as he approached Paul's car and got in the front seat of a car full of friends. 

"Hey guys!" Cody spoke in a friendly tone. 

"Hey Cody!" Jordan replied with a smile. 

"Sup dude, how's your balls?" Nick asked, remembering yesterday.

Cody cringed at the comment, remembering Paul's head falling between his legs. "They're okay... no ill effects, thankfully." Cody lied, as they were still swollen. It wasn't just from Paul though. But, Cody didn't want to go into it. 

"Again, sorry about that..." Paul piped in.

"Wait, what happened?" Jordan asked. He was unawares. 

"Paul was giving Cody a piggy back ride through the school when Justin ran right into them. Everyone went flying, and Paul headbutted Cody's coconuts." 

"HAHA! That's awweeessoome! I wish I could've been there!" Jordan laughed. 

"Anyways..." Cody said, hoping to move the conversation away from his tender nuts. "I've been meaning to buy some new clothes, so I'm glad I got the text!" 

"Thank me! Paul didn't even want to go."

Cody turned around and smiled at Jordan. "Thanks man."

"Anytime sugar. I'm always glad to see you." Jordan smirked. 

Cody laughed and then turned to Paul. Paul turned to smile at him in response, feeling Cody's beautiful eyes looking at him. Paul truly appreciated the sight. Paul thinks Cody has the most perfect eyes he's ever seen. A perfect shade that suits him like green on grass. And his almost fluffy eyelashes that bring even more attention to his enthralling eyes. A perfect size. Large, but not bug eyed. Paul wished he never had to look away.

"Looking good Cody."

"Thanks Paul. You're looking decent too. Jeans and a black tee. Simple. I like it."

"Thanks Cody." Paul said as his smiled widened as he began to drive. 

After a bit of silence, Paul asked, "All right, so where do we want to go shopping?" 

"Uhhh..." Jordan said aloud. "I didn't even think of that, shit." He continued, laughing a bit. 

"How about American Eagle?" Cody asked. 

"The one in Centerview mall?" Paul asked. 

"Yeah. Why not?" Cody asked aloud, looking at the backseat. There were no objections. 

"Sure." Nick said. 

"All right. Centerview mall it is." Paul said, driving towards Centerview. 

They sat there in silence for a bit, and Cody asked. "Nick. Why do you not have a shirt on?"

Nick started laughing. "Because this kid here ripped it so I don't have to wear one." pointing at Jordan. 

"Hey, I did not I mean to rip it. I just... didn't want Nick to have it. He looks so much better without it on, I just couldn't let him do that to himself." Jordan added. 

Cody laughed. "Are you even allowed into the mall without a shirt on?"

"OH shit, that's a good point. I didn't even think of that." Nick said, looking at the ceiling of Paul's crappy car.

"I don't think so actually. Shit!" Jordan said. 

"It's all right, I'm wearing something underneath this." Cody said, as he started taking off his flannel. 

"No, it's fine Cody. You don't have to." Nick said. 

"No, no. It's no issue man." Cody said as he took his flannel off, revealing a wife beater underneath. He decided to take it off, letting the whole world see his slender masculine upper body. Mostly hairless, just a bit on his chest and belly. He was going to shave Monday. Strong body, but not bulky. Still though, it's obvious that he's worked on toning his figure. The least built in the car, but that doesn't take away from his attractiveness. Cody is the perfect mix of slender and toned. Paul decided to inch a gaze over at Cody and eye over his hot and momentarily bare body. Paul couldn't keep his eyes off Cody. 

"Here." Cody said, giving Nick his shirt. 

"Thanks man." Nick said, taking it. Just then, it car started swerving. 

"WOAH!" Screamed Paul as he tried to straighten his car. 

"JESUS FUCK!"

"WAAAAAAAA!"

"SHITSHITSHIT!"

"SORRY, sorry. My bad." Paul said, fully focused on the road now. Heart racing, and breathing heavily. 

"Fucking hell, sorry. Sorry."

"Jesus Christ..." Jordan said. "Keep your eyes on the road please. I'm too pretty to die this young." 

They pulled into the mall and got out of Paul's car. Nick was wearing Cody's shirt, which was very tight on him. Hilariously so. 

"All right, we got here and didn't die. I'm proud of you Paul." Jordan said, sarcastically. 

"Come on man, lay off him. He said sorry." Cody said, standing up for his friend. 

"Fine, fine. You're too kind Cody. It's almost a bad thing." Jordan said, rubbing Cody's curly light brown hair. 

"Fuck off man." Cody said laughing, attempting to fix his hair. 

"All right, let's go shopping!" Nick said, grabbing both Jordan and Cody by the neck with his biceps, walking ahead with them in each arm. 

Both boys laughed, and moved their hands to Nick's biceps, trying to lighten the tightness. Paul laughed and walked next to Cody. The 4 walked by side, in light spirits. Joking, laughing. Being friends. 

"Nick, you're so childish." Jordan said laughing. 

"NUH-UH!" Nick said with an exaggerated facial expression, causing Jordan to burst out laughing. 

"You're ridiculous!" Jordan laughed with a wide smile. 

"I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I?" Nick said in Jordan's face.

"Nick, I swear to god..." Jordan said grinning.

"Nick, I swear to god..." Nick said, mocking Jordan.

"Oh my god!" Jordan let out with a playful roll of the eyes. 

"Oh my g-ugh!" Nick let out as Jordan smacked Nick's groin with a backhand, causing the stud to double over. 

"That's what you get!" Jordan said, covering his crotch in his tight jeans, afraid of retaliation. 

"Guys, chill, I don't want people staring..." Paul said. 

"God forbid people stare at 4 ridiculously attractive young men." Jordan said, still covering his bulge with his hand. 

Paul shrugged and chuckled. 

Nick looked at Jordan and said "You're gonna regret that, Jordan."

"If you touching my junk is me regretting it, then I can't wait for you to make me regret it." Jordan said. 

"Jesus man..." Cody said laughing. "No chill haha."

"Of course not. Same goes for you Cody. You can make me regret it too if you want." Jordan said with a wink. 

Cody shook his head, but smiled. "Absolutely no chill."

They walked on, and reached the American Eagle Outfitters. They entered and looked around. 

"Okay cutie, what shirt do you want?" Jordan asked. 

"I don't know, give me a minute." Cody said with a smile. 

"Not you! The other cutie!" Jordan said gayly. 

"I don't know. Let's take a look." Nick said, as he walked on. Jordan followed him and they talked. Cody stayed with Paul. 

"So, do you want anything here? Or are you just tagging along?" Cody asked. 

"Just tagging along really. You want anything here?" Paul asked, his eyes on Cody.

"Ehhh...kinda... but if you'd rather go somewhere else, I'll follow." Cody said. He did want to be here, but he'd rather go somewhere else if Paul wanted to. 

"Nah, I'm fine here. Let's get you something nice!" Paul said, smiling at Cody. 

They looked around. Paul was looking for something he'd like to see Cody in. His eyes fell on a long sleeve blue dress shirt with vertical white stripes. It looked somewhat basic, but he knew Cody would look awesome in it. He grabbed it and held it up to Cody. Cody looked down at the shirt and held it up by the collar. He turned to a mirror and looked into it himself. 

"Hmmm..." Cody was thinking about it. 

"I think you'd look really good in it." Paul added, trying to convince him. 

"Maybe... but it isn't anything special. I'll hold onto it." Cody said as he put it on his shoulder. "But let's keep looking."

"Sure. You looking for something in particular?"

"Hmmm... I don't know." Cody said, looking around. "You know, the more I think of it. I'm good with shirts, I'll hold onto this one though. But, I... would really like a pair of... jean shorts, or something. I don't have any shorts."

"I think you'd look awesome in a nice fitting pair of jean shorts!" Paul said excitedly, imagining Cody in a tighter pair of jean shorts. He always really liked them on guys, and would love to see Cody sporting a pair. 

"Haha, me too! Let's look around." Cody said, searching for jean shorts. It wasn't too long before they found them. 

Meanwhile, Jordan and Nick already found some clothes for the both of the and Nick was dragged into a changing room with Jordan, who insisted they share one.

"Oh my god Nick, these jeans are fabulous! I look so sexy!" Jordan said, already trying on a pair of jeans he picked out. Eyeing how his curves looked in the mirror. He was very happy with what he saw. He looked up and was also happy with what he saw. Nick still had Cody's very tight t-shirt on, and was struggling to get it off. 

"How... the FUCK did I get this on..." Nick struggled, trying to pull the shirt off. It was stuck over his head, and he was shaking around, flailing. But soon, another shirt entered the graveyard of broken shirt. Nick was too big for the shirt. 

"Haha! You broke another shirt?" Jordan joked, teasing Nick, who now held a ripped t-shirt in his hand. Nick looked at it and shook his cute head. He threw it on the floor. 

"Dumbass Cody is too skinny."

Jordan laughed and turned to find a shirt he picked out for Nick. It was a polo. A plain orange one. He picked it up and tossed it to Nick. 

"Put this on!" Jordan said as he looked over Nick's gorgeous body. Strong and defined, recently shaven. Nick caught the shirt, and put it on. He looked in the mirror, and saw not only himself, but Jordan staring back at him. Both boys were focused on Nick in particular. Seeing how the orange works on him. 

"Hmmm... I like it. I don't like it too much with the basketball shorts. Try these on!" Jordan said, tossing him a stylish pair of shorts. Soft to the touch, nice material. A colorful comforting yellow. 

"All right." Nick said, bending over and taking off his basketball shorts. Underneath these shorts, he was wearing nice silky blue underwear. Jordan enjoyed seeing this. 

"I like that underwear." Jordan said, eyeing the nice bulge in front of him. 

Nick looked up and saw Jordan's expression. There wasn't much of a doubt where his mind was. Nick laughed a bit, and saw an opportunity. With swift vengeance, he snapped his fist into Jordan's bulge in his new pair of jeans. Jordan cried out and sent a hand to his bulge and fell down face first. He moaned as he rolled over onto his back, towards Nick. He let out a laughing cough. 

"Fuuuckk... didn't expect that." Jordan said sickly. 

"That's what you get for focusing on the wrong bulge!" Nick joked. "Should be thanking me honestly... helping you work into those jeans, haha!" Nick said, rubbing Jordan's shoulder. He looked back up at the mirror and made his silky blue bulge jiggle, just for the giggle. 

"Haha." Nick giggled. 

Jordan looked up from his downed state and saw Nick shaking his bulge. Jordan found this amusing too. He watched from his perspective until Nick abruptly stopped and stared at Jordan. Jordan moved his eyes from Nick's manhood to Nick's eyes. Nick smiled and shook hie head, turning back to the mirror. 

"Can't blame you." Nick said as he started shaking himself again. "I'm pretty damn sexy, aren't I?"

Jordan laughed and pushed onto his knees, hand still cupping his crotch. He crawled over to the wall behind Nick, having a good view of his front and back shaking. 

"Way sexier than your brother, that's for sure."

"Haha! You know exactly what I want to hear!" Nick said laughing. He bent over to pick up the shorts he dropped that Jordan gave him. he spread them out in front of him, looking at them, inspecting. 

"I wanna try these shorts. Gonna ruin your view, sorry." Nick said turning around to Jordan. Jordan pushed himself off the wall, just behind Nick now. Inches from the stud, Jordan looked up with a smile. 

Nick turned back and looked down. He stepped into one hole with his leg, and into the other with the other. This way, he successfully put on his shorts. Nick once would've once been very proud of this, but not right now. He hardly gave this feat a second thought. Instead, he looked at the mirror to look at the shorts he just put on. Jordan was right, they looked good on him. The yellow sat well with the orange polo he had on. Nick moved his leg around, changing his own posture. 

"These... are nice. I like these!" 

"Knew you'd like them. You look great in them!"

"I knnoooww... damn, I should model these." Nick said, striking various poses.

"Totally!" Jordan said, encouraging Nick to keep on showing himself off. 

After striking enough poses to get arrested for assault, "All right, enough fun." Nick said. "Let's buy these puppies!" Nick said, lowering his shorts, once again displaying his blue silk underwear. Jordan was behind, and loved seeing the tight silk hug his muscular friend's most private of parts. He just wanted to stick his finger into the silk and push in. The silky blue looked so soft to the touch, and Nick's sexy body was too much to resist. Jordan decided to have some fun. 

With Nick's shorts at his feet, he was in the process of lifting one of his feet up, to take his leg out of the hole, when Jordan felt this was the time to have fun. Jordan lifted his palm up between Nick's spread legs, one of which was raised, and grabbed onto Nick's balls that were hanging softly in the blue silk. Nick gasped and shot his foot down in reaction. he only had one foot in the pants hole, and the other was on top of the shorts. 

"Ahahahah okok..." Nick said, starting to grasp the situation. 

"This is payback!" Jordan said. "It's also punishment for being so damn sexy." Jordan added as he started pushing his fingers into Nick's balls, like they were an instrument. And in a way, they were. Every time Jordan pushed his fingers in, Nick did something different. Sometimes it was a whimper, other times he vibrated a bit. Sometimes he tried to pry Jordan's fingers off, and other times he wasn't sure how to react. 

With Nick's orbs still in Jordan's hand, he turned to the mirror. Jordan saw himself on his knees with a smile, and saw the handsome stud doubled over, hands over his crotch right in front. Jordan couldn't even see his hand, but he knew where it was. Jordan enjoyed the situation. He stood up and pushed his whole hand up, and Nick let out a loud high pitched noise as he felt himself get raised off the floor. It sounded a bit like 

"YEEEAAAIIII!"

Jordan laughed at the funny noise. He wanted to have some more fun, so he moved his free hand over Nick's, which were cupping Jordan's own hand. All 4 hands were clumped together, Jordan's sandwiching Nick's. One arm on each side, a decent form being held by Jordan. A less than proper posture from Nick, however. Too much of that and he'll end up with back issues. 

Jordan took a moment to get himself ready before he pulled and lifted Nick up by his crotch.

"OOOOOOAAAAAA!" Nick let out in a high pitch, kicking his legs as he was raised off the floor. Jordan giggled and turned to the mirror to see the situation in front of him. He shook Nick, making Nick feel like he was on an extremely uncomfortable mechanical bull. Nick's strong body shook around, his legs flailing and his cute face contorted as he made noises to appropriately express the situation he's in. 

"OhhOhhOhhAhhAHHAHHAHHHHHHEEIIIII!"

Towards the end of the cry, Jordan really dug his fingers in to see if Nick's expression changed. It did. It went front a sickening nauseous expression to one where Nick's eyes started bulging out and his mouth pulled back and he made funny noises. 

"Hahaha! This is awesome!"

"Oh god, please let go!"  Nick pleaded in a high pitch. he saw the humor in this situation, but wasn't willing to keep himself in such a painful situation just to keep up the laughs. 

Jordan thought as he looked in the mirror. He liked seeing this sexy stud being held up by his balls, but he did feel his arms start to tire. He chose to put everything into one last burst of fun. Jordan lifted Nick as high as he could, then dropped him down into his hand again, feeling Nick's perfectly placed nuts smush themselves into Jordan's hand. Jordan felt it reasonable to keep this up, up and down, for a bit. At least until he couldn't anymore. Each time there was movement, Nick made noises. 

"AWKARGHAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHAAA-"

A loud knock at the door. This startled Jordan who turned his head away from the mirror and turned to the door. He held Nick in his hand, who was happy not to be bouncing around anymore. He was still dangling in the air, and really wanted to be let down. 

Let's pull back a bit. Cody and Paul were in the store, looking around for jean shorts. They already found them and Cody was happy. But Paul saw something he thought Cody would look super solid in. 

"Oh my, Cody, you should try this on!" Paul said, lifting up a shirt. It was a light green shirt with a few small blue-ish stripes horizontally layered. Cody looked at it and shrugged. 

"Okay, sure. I'll try it on. Let's go find a room and try these on."

The two turned to the changing rooms and looked for an empty one. 

"Here is o-"

"YEEEAAAIIII!"

Cody and Paul turned their head to the noise. It was a few doors down. 

"Uhh... what was that?" Cody asked, chuckling. 

"I... think... that was my brother." Paul said, hearing his brother shriek like that before he thinks. 

"What? No way." Cody replied. 

"Wanna bet?"

Cody decided he was confident. "Sure. I win, you pay for these clothes. You win..."

"I get 10 seconds of freedom with you, Mister Confidence!" Paul decided upon, confidently and hopefully, as he felt guided by playful nature. 

Cody stared at Paul for a moment. He didn't like the sound of that, and didn't feel as confident as he did a few moments ago. 

"What? You pussy?" Paul jested, ribbing Cody. Cody nervously laughed in response. 

"OOOOOOAAAAAA!"

The two turned to the door, then quickly turned back to each other. Paul extended his hand with a smile, hoping Cody accepts. Cody moved his hand out cautiously, not sure if he should take this bet. He's less confident than Paul seemed to be. But his hand decided to complete the honor bet without Cody's approval. 

"Uhh... what ar-" Cody started off.

"OhhOhhOhhAhhAHHAHHAHHHHHHEEIIIII!"

The two turn to the door again. Cody walked closer to it, and Paul followed. 

"Hahaha! This is awesome!"

"Oh god, please let go!" 

Cody groaned and shook his head. There's no debating it. 

"Haha! Fucking told you!" Paul said gleefully. He pushed Cody's arm playfully and Cody turned and tried to put on a smile. He turned back to the door and moved his hand to the door, readying to knock on it. As he's about to...

"AWKARGHAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHAAA-"

Cody chose to interrupt the interruption with a knock. The noises stop and it's quiet for some time. 

"Hey... guys? It's me, Cody. Everything okay?"

"Oh shit, it's just you." Jordan said from behind the door. Cody and Paul heard a thud hit the floor and some loud moaning. Cody and Paul turned to each other, and Paul had a smirk on and started laughing lightly. Cody laughed a bit too, then shook his head as he turned back to the door. Jordan opened the door, and the two stared at the sweaty pink haired boy standing behind the door. Cody and Paul looked over Jordan, and saw Nick curled up in a ball on the floor. One foot in his shorts, and wearing some very soft looking blue briefs. His hands were buried in the crotch, upper body totally naked. 

"What's up guys?" Jordan asked. 

"Oh, uh nothing. Just... wondering what's... going on..." Cody said, cringing as he watched Nick writhe on the floor. His handsome face was as closed as it could be. 

"What's going on, is my brother got his eggs scrambled, haha!" Paul said, almost always happy to see his brother like that. 

Jordan laughed and nodded. "Yeah. What Paul said."

Paul was smiling, then he remembered the bet he and Cody made. His smile grew. 

"Okay, uh... we'll let you two... finish your fun." Paul said, looking back up at Jordan who was smiling. "Me and Cody... need to try on our clothes. Right?" Paul said, putting his hand on Cody. Cody's eyes were on Nick when he felt Paul's arm. He turned his face to Paul's hand, then followed it to Paul's grinning face. Cody turned away and began to feel regret. 

"Right." Cody let out nervously. 

"All right, I'll attend to... Nick here." Jordan said, turning back to Nick. He then closed the door. Paul pulled on Cody, and the two found an empty room and entered. Paul was giddy. Cody was less so. 

"Okay so... 10 seconds. Haha." Paul laughed with excitement. He wasn't so sure about going out today, he wasn't in a very good mood coming into this. But Paul felt excited in the moment, and in a joyous mood. At the moment, he felt happy that he was convinced to come by. Spending time with Cody tends to make Paul feel better. 

Cody turned to the mirror and stared at himself. Paul was behind him, staring at Cody too. He was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to dissect Cody's expression. Cody was hesitant and his cute, normally happily resting face was unmistakably, uncomfortably unsure. 

Paul pulled out his phone and went to the clock and found the timer. He put it to 10 seconds and turned Cody around. Paul stared at Cody, who looked so fine in his khakis and green/white flannel. It all hugged him so well, and Paul's imagination was running rampant. He had 10 seconds and he wanted to use them well. 

Despite the implication, Paul actually wasn't planning on doing too much with Cody. He just wanted to shift his clothes around a bit, maybe have him try a different style in a quick way. Put on an act, pretend he was a stylist, put on his best Jordan voice. Fake some nefarious actions, but Paul didn't want to make Cody uncomfortable. He just wanted to have a friendly, lighthearted interaction. Paul thought Cody knew this. 

Despite his intentions, Paul did enjoy watching Cody shift around, his hand running through his own hair, his face looking fool of expression. Paul didn't realize what the expression signified, but he enjoyed looking at it. 

Cody decided it was time he said something. 

"Okay. Paul, just... before we do this."

"Yeah Cody?" Paul asked, not paying to much attention. 

Cody was thinking about what might happen, and Cody was feeling uncomfortable. He remembered what happened with his father some some days ago, and that was the first time he truly felt that vulnerable. Like he had absolutely no control, and people could do anything they wanted to him. Cody hated the feeling, and couldn't help but see this situation as something similar. He was just supposed to stand there and let Paul do whatever he wanted to? Cody wishes he didn't agree to this, but he already did. And Cody knows that a man has to stay true to his word. But still, Cody decided he had to say something. Honesty is also a quality a man should hold highly. 

"Just... p-please don't be... like, t-too... gay... you know?" Cody said uncomfortably. Cody was nervous as he felt he had to say something, but wasn't sure what words they were. He was working himself into a fit. 

Paul's excitement instantly dissipated. 

"...Too...gay?" Paul asked as he felt his chest sting. 

"Yeah... you know." Cody said shifting, his hand unable to stand still. "Umm... I... am just saying, you know? I'm not like you..."

These words were not making Paul feel much better. These words made Paul feel that Cody looked at Paul a certain way, and doesn't see a friend. Doesn't see someone he could trust. He decided that when Cody looks at him, he sees a man who makes him uncomfortable, one too unlike himself to compare, and wouldn't respect boundaries. Paul found this to be extremely irritating. 

"Yeah, you aren't." Paul coldly spat. Cody could feel that he just made the situation worse. He hid his face in his palms then pulled them back through his curly hair after some seconds. 

Paul looked down to his phone and shook his head as he pocketed it. He decided he wouldn't be needing this anymore. 

"Is that really what you think of me? A gay guy who only cares about your dick?"

"Paul-"

"I thought you knew better..." Paul said as he felt himself getting heated. Emotions were rising, and Paul decided to let his mood take over. 

"But I guess you can't get your head out of your own ass to see that I'm MORE than just some faggot!"

"Paul, th-" Cody let out as he moved up to Paul with an attempted comforting embrace. Paul decided to push Cody back against the glass wall in response. 

"NO! I don't want to fucking HEAR IT!" Paul hollered as he shoved his forearm against Cody's cheek, pushing his head into the glass. Cody squirmed as he found this to be extremely uncomfortable. 

Paul pushed his forearm further and yelled into his closed mouth as he pushed himself back and looked at Cody's standing frame. Cody's left hand was holding his cheek as he lowered his head, looking down with his back against the glass. He didn't know what to think as his body hunched over slightly, pained cheek facing Paul. 

Paul was seething, emotion was rushing out of him as he looked at Cody's slim frame, as it shook with breath. Cody looked like a scared animal, who was hiding in the corner, at the mercy of the bigger beast staring right at him. 

Paul sprang at Cody and let out an anger laced display of expression, as he screamed out of his mouth and kicked out his foot as it rose through the air and smacked the crotch of Cody's khakis. Cody's large bulge, full with his flaccid but more than substantial cock, along with a pair of swollen and massive testicles, was flattened unexpectedly. A loud smack echoed, as Cody's eyes widened and he lifted his leg and curled his body in reaction. 

Before Cody could protect himself, or even come to feel the pain that can only result from a fierce kick in the balls, Paul grabbed Cody's collar and lifted him back and threw his knee up into Cody's groin, to compliment the kick that hasn't settled in. 

When Paul's knee struck Cody, it lifted Cody into the air further. Cody hollered out a shriek as his eyes squinted and body exploded in debilitating, gruesome and sickening agony. Cody fell on the floor, face first and holding his knackered nuts, as he curled in and out and grew red. Water swelled in his hazel eyes as pure unabridged agony swelled up in him in waves that has grown to be as familiar to Cody's young and constantly abused body, as the feeling of a soft blanket at the end of the day. 

Paul looked down Cody as he writhed in crippling torment. Paul grabbed Cody's flannel, and lifted him off the floor like a rag doll as Cody whimpered out due to the sudden motion that was forced upon him. Paul angrily looked at Cody's closed red face, and threw him back against the glass wall. 

Paul sneered as he grabbed Cody's arms before he collapsed to the floor, and pulled them away, not letting Cody protect his throbbing and abused testicles. Cody weakly struggled and pathetically shook as his head and body dangled. His two feet could barely find the floor, as they danced around and tried to find a way that gave him some comfort, but he could not find any. Paul looked down at Cody, and watched his legs weakly flail and could clearly make out his ample bulge shift around in his khakis. 

Paul looked back up at Cody, who was now looking at Paul with fearful and begging eyes. Cody couldn't find the power to use his voice. 

"What? Nothing to say now!?" Paul bitterly forced through his teeth as he pushed his hands onto Cody's wrists even more, pushing his face up towards Cody's. Cody could feel Paul's venomous breath blow on his face, as the pressure reddened his wrists. Cody turned away in freight and whimpered and shook as he groaned in a struggle. 

"Don't be scared Cody. You can trust me!" Paul spat as he pushed up once more and threw his knee into Cody's perpetually persecuted manhood once more. Cody cried out and tried to sink as he began coughing violently. Paul then let his right hand go, and shoved it into Cody's crotch and grabbed a handful of his massive manhood. Cody shrieked out and grabbed onto Paul's persecuting hand with whatever power he could muster. Paul let go of his other hand and grabbed onto Cody's flannel. 

"Oh, don't worry! I don't care about your fucking cock, you don't have to worry!" Paul sadistically threw out as he rearranged his grasp and held onto Cody's two big beaten meatballs with self-righteous vengeance. Cody squirmed and fell onto Paul as he found himself crippled and at the complete mercy of the man with his balls in hand and body filled with hormonal anger and grievance. 

Paul twisted his hand and pulled up, feeling Cody's body spasm with sickly torment. He heard Cody cry out a most pitiful cry, which did nothing to soothe Paul's stormy seas. 

"Paul... please... let go, I'm sorry..." Cody weeped as he weakly put his arms around Paul's shoulders, like a hug. 

Paul heard Cody;s sad words, felt his lean and weakened frame give up on it's own, as he held Cody's manhood with his dominant right hand. Paul closed his hand further, feeling his fingers dig into Cody's firm yet abused and weakening balls. He heard and felt Cody cry even harder, as he felt Cody's hand dig into his back. 

With a yell, Paul slammed Cody back into the glass behind one more time. The glass made a noise reminiscent of a shatter, which shocked Paul, who opened his hands and jumped back. 

Cody fell on the floor immediately, curled into the fetal position and sobbed as he was finally given a respite. 

Paul looked at the glass that was partially shattered in front of him, and saw his distorted image staring back at him. He saw a face, green eyes short black hair, and realized he didn't understand who he was staring at. He slowly backed up and held his black hair and began breathing faster. 

"What the fuck..." Paul muttered to himself as he backed into the wall and sank down. He closed his eyes, stared up and breathed out. He slammed his hands against the floor as he looked back forward. The broken mirror staring at him, and Cody's sobbing, curled body. His hands were buried in his khakis as he hacked furiously, then continued to cry. 

Paul's eyes began to water as he realized what happened. He smacked the floor, then his own head, then hid his shame in the palm of his hands. 

A knock at the door. 

"Uhhh..." Was heard on the other side. It was an employee who was obligated to investigate. "Is everything oka-"

"Go away." Paul moodily spat out. 

"Sir... I ha-"

"Go away, everything's FINE!" Paul yelled out as he reached into his pocket and found his wallet to throw at the door. It hit with a bang, and the employee jumped back and scratched his head. He shrugged and felt that they had to come out eventually. 

Paul stared at the mirror, and hated what he saw. he looked back down at Cody, someone he was more than happy to call a friend a few minutes ago, curled on the floor in intense sobbing agony because of a misconstructed conversation. Paul held his head in his hands and couldn't bare to look at what he decided was right moments ago. 

A knock at the door. 

"Uhhh... Paul? Cody?" Jordan asked. His hand and head on the door between them. 

Paul didn't respond. He just sat there. 

Another knock. 

"Go away." Paul heavily said. 

"Is... everything okay?" Jordan asked with concern. 

"Yes."

"..."

Jordan didn't believe Paul. He could hear the obvious sound of crying and moaning in what sounds very much like agony. 

"Well... people heard something... and... dude. I... things don't sound okay." Jordan said in a surprisingly calm town. Paul wasn't calmed, and stayed quiet. 

Jordan sighed and shook his head. "Okay... call me or Nick if... anything's up. We'll be looking around the mall. Don't hesitate to call, okay man?" Jordan asked. He moved his head from the door but kept his hand on it. He tapped on it, thinking maybe there should be more he should do. Jordan sighed and walked away, feeling there isn't a way to help Paul if he won't take it. 

Paul sat against the wall with his knees up, and tried his best to remember how to disappear completely. 

Time past. A lot of time past. Cody was slowly improving, but he was still unable to do anything other than writhe and moan on the floor. His eyes were dry and he was sick of feeling sick. 

Paul sat there, hating every inch of himself. How could he just do that to Cody? 

Why would he ever hurt Cody so badly?

Why would he even put Cody in that position at all?

What kind of bet was that, no wonder Cody responded the way he did. 

Paul realized that every decision he made was wrong and decided he was a horrible person and a worse friend. 

Paul's phone rang. He lifted his head up and adjusted his eyes to the light he's been blocking out. He picked it up and answered. 

"Hello."

"Paul, me and Nick want to leave."

"Okay."

"...Dude, you're our ride."

"Take the bus or something."

"Dude, come on. What's going on, you can talk to me!"

"Either wait for us or don't."

"Paul come on. Would you rather talk to Nick?"

"..."

"Paul... you're wo-"

Paul hung up the phone and put it down. He saw Cody lying on his side, staring at him. Paul looked at Cody and felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't bear to look at him, as he turned away. 

Cody closed his eyes too and hoped he'd feel better soon. 

Soon came, and Cody felt better. He got on his knees and stayed on all fours, looking down. He was starting to remember how it felt to be normal again. But he was still a long ways off. He lied his head on the floor and clutched his manhood. 

"I'm sorry."

Cody turned his head to the noise and saw Paul brooding in the corner. He was looking down, then he looked at Cody with a sincere expression. 

"I'm sorry Cody."

Cody closed his eyes and cringed as he fell to his side. He breathed out. 

Cody was eventually able to try and stand up. He was struggling to do so, and Paul finally got up at this point. He walked over to Cody, first getting his wallet, then helped him up. Cody leaned on Paul as he grunted and tried to hold his weight up. It was hard, but Paul was able to keep him up. 

"You okay?" Paul asked. 

Cody looked at Paul like that was a stupid question. Paul realized and looked embarrassed. "Sorry..."

Cody kept his face aimed at Paul. Paul looked like he called himself every insult in the book and believed all of it. 

Despite the terrible agony Paul just put him through, Cody felt bad for Paul. He didn't want him to feel like how he looks like he's feeling. A man isn't supposed to let his friends feel that way. 

"It's okay..."

Paul turned to Cody. Cody had an expression of unmistakable pain present, but he looked sincere. Cody tried to force a smile, which made Paul feel better. He held Cody up as he walked over to the clothes on the floor and picked them up. Cody's pair of jean shorts, the dress shirt, blue with white stripes, along with the light green shirt with light blue horizontal stripes. He carefully walked Cody out of the changing room, making sure to keep away from the broken glass. He hoped nothing would come of broken mirror. 

As Paul and Cody gingerly walked together, there were some eyes on them. It was an interesting scene. Two very good looking guys carefully walking together. One of them helping the other walk, as he limped with a hand over his crotch. A couple giggles. But neither Paul nor Cody turned to face them. The two got to the register. 

Paul looked at the cashier who stared at them boredly. He doesn't get paid enough to question the situation. 

Paul thought about how he's gonna pay with Cody in his arms. 

"Cody, can you-"

"Yeah." Cody interrupted Paul. "I'll lean." Cody said as he lifted his arm over Paul and lied both his arms on the table in front of them, bending over. Cody closed his eyes and spaced out a bit. 

Paul gave the clothes to the cashier and went for his wallet. He found it and put the card on the table. 

"Put it in the chip reader, sir."

Paul grabbed his card and put it in the chip reader. He did what the screen asked him to, and paid for his clothes. The cashier put the clothes in a bag and handed them to Paul. 

"Have a nice day."

"You too." Paul said, grabbing the bag and pocketing his wallet. He tapped Cody's shoulder, which got his attention. He turned to Paul and Paul motioned Cody to get ready to leave. He grabbed his arm, but Cody pulled back. 

"I can walk now I think..."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Cody limped with both hands cupping his khakis, as Paul patiently followed Cody, keeping his eye on him. 

The two slowly yet surely got to Paul's car. Nick and Jordan were standing next to Paul's car, talking and trying to occupy themselves. Then, Nick noticed the two of them walking slowly towards them. He motioned to them and Jordan turned and visibly showed a wave of relief coming over him.

"FINALLY!" He said aloud, raising his hands to the sky. 

Nick laughed at him. He was wearing the orange polo he got from the sore, and his white basketball shorts he was wearing earlier. Nick turned back to Cody and Paul. Cody was very obviously limping due to the tender nuggets between his legs. 

"Everything okay?" Nick asked when the two got closer. Paul looked up at him, then Cody. Cody kept his face to the floor. Paul looked back at his twin and nodded. 

Nick nodded and went to the side door, getting ready to enter when Paul unlocks it. Paul realized this and goes to his clicks the button to do so. Jordan and Nick entered the backseat. Paul followed Cody to the shotgun seat and opened the door for him. He then carefully helped Cody get in without too much strain. 

"Thanks."

Paul closes the door once he was sure Cody's in all the way. He goes around and entered the car, and puts the keys in the ignition. Then the 4 headed off. 

"Yo, thanks for taking us shopping Paul." Jordan said right after Paul turned his music on.

Paul nodded and drove on. 

"Oh, also... before I forget... Mikey. His birthday is coming up. He wants all of you to come over. It's sometime off, don't worry. I'll let you know the exact date. You all down?"

"Sure." Said Nick. 

"Cool. Cody, Paul?"

Cody raised his head and turned around at Jordan with a strained smile and voice. "Of course. Sounds awesome."

"Sweeet. Paul? Come on, it wouldn't be the same without you!"

Paul smirked at the comment. He nodded. "Sure, sure."

"Awe-some! Mikey's gonna be so happy to hear this! You guys won't regret it either, it's going to be really memorable!!!"

"I'm sure..." Nick said. 

"Jordan, you want to get dropped off at Mikey's? It's like, right on the way.:

"Yeah, thanks."

The 4 were silent for a lot of the ride. Until Cody remembered something. 

"Nick.

"Yes, Cody?"

"Do you have my shirt?"

"What?"

"My shirt, I lent you my shirt. So you can go inside." 

"Oh yeah... uh, I remember."

"Cool. So..."

"No, I don't have it."

"Oh. Did you... lose it?"

"Uhhh... I ripped it."

"Haha, what? Jordan, what the fuck?"

"What? Why are you blaming me?" Jordan asked through laughter. Mister Hulk over here couldn't get it off, it tore without me."

"You serious?" Cody asked with a smile. 

"Dead ass." Jordan replied. 

"Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to. I'll get you a new one, I totally forgot, sorry."

"Nah, it's cool."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's just a shirt. 

"Nice guy Cody." Jordan said as Paul pulled up to Mikey's place. 

"Thanks Paul, thanks Nick, thanks Cody. See you all later!" Jordan said, getting out. 

"See ya!"

"Bye."

"Adios." 

Paul pulled away as Jordan left. "Cody, back home?"

"Yeah."

Paul drove his car towards Cody's house. Paul remembered how to get there from yesterday. The car was filled with moody music as the 3 boys sat silently in their own little worlds. 

Nick was thinking about what he's gonna do when he gets back. Maybe jerk off. Maybe work out, he wasn't sure. Then, he felt like seeing if Liam has anything worth buying. He took out his phone and texted him.

Paul was still feeling really bad over what happened, and just wanted to be away from everyone. 

Cody really just wanted to lie down and put today behind him. 

Paul pulled up to Cody's house and parked the car. 

"You don't have t-"

"Yeah, I do." Paul said as he undid his seat belt and opened his side of the car door. he made sure to bring Cody's clothes with him as he got to his side. Cody opened the door, and Paul helped him up and got him onto the lawn. Paul closed the door, and Paul helped him up and got him onto the lawn. Paul closed the door and walked together. Cody got to his door, then turned to Paul. Paul gave Cody the bag of clothes and looked up at him, then quickly looked away. 

"Thanks for buying these." Cody said. 

"Don't thank me. Please."

Cody looked at Paul, who was staring down. Paul scratched his black hair, and looked to be waiting for something to happen. 

"Uhhh... sorry again. I... really am." Paul said looking up at Cody. Cody looked at Paul, and waited to see if that was it. It was it.

Paul turned around and started walking off. Then he stopped, and walked back. He looked at Cody sincerely and wanted to so a lot, but wasn't sure which was right and wrong. Cody knew this and shook his head. 

"It's... okay. I fucked up too." He said, rubbing Paul's arm. Cody touch warmed Paul up. Cody pulled Paul in and pulled his head to his shoulder. He rubbed Paul's short hair as Paul stood there, mostly motionlessly. But he felt a lot more then he showed in the moment. 

"I'll see you around Paul. Don't beat yourself up, okay?"

Paul raised his head and nodded. He smiled at Cody, and rubbed his friend's arm before he turned around and left. Cody watched Paul as he walked to his car. Cody wanted Paul to know that it really was okay, and that he was sorry too. He should've trusted Paul. 

"Paul."

Paul turned around and looked at Cody with raised eyes. 

"Wanna come over Monday? Play some Titanfall 2? I know you've been wanting to."

Paul smiled brightly and looked down, hiding his face. He looked up and nodded with the excitement he just found. 

"I'd love to!" 

"Awesome" Cody said with a smile. He turned around and took out his keys, then opened the door. he turned around once more before he entered. He saw Paul enter his car. He waited a few until Paul looked over again. Cody waved and entered his house. 

"Cody!" Stevie yelled as he heard the door close. 

Cody laughed as he saw Stevie covered in mud across the hall. 

"You're a fucking mess haha..."

Paul stared at Cody's closed door for some silent moments before he turned the car on. 

"Paul."

Paul turned to face his brother. Nick looked over Paul for a moment before continuing. 

"You all right bro?"

Paul looked down then back up. 

"Just need to take a nap, maybe."

Nick nodded and looked down. 

"Do you... want to talk, or something?" He looked up as he finished. 

"I... no. Not really." Paul said as he started driving away. Nick rubbed his brother's shoulder then sat back in his seat. 

"Yo, I heard that Liam's got some really fire shit. Wanna stop by before we head back? Can just pick up and leave. I'll do everything."

Paul gave it some thought. 

"Actually, yeah. That sounds great. 

"Awesome. I'll hit him up."