TOWEL DROPPER

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.

The second he pushed the door open, I sprang forward. Clutching a spare towel on the rack nearby, I tossed it over his face.

“Oh! What the hell?!” He hissed, struggling with it while I scrambled. Grabbing my wig, I pulled it on, peeking at him underneath my lashes as I picked the rest of my things- the sports bra, the duct tape- then I dashed out of there.

I heard him breathe heavily behind me just as I pushed open the door to the closet. “Owen, what was that?”

“S-sorry!” I squeaked, shutting the door just in time before he could walk towards me. Twisting the lock, I tried to catch my breath while putting the other things away.

“You’re acting strange, man.” He said through the shut door.

“Sorry, just a little nervous, I guess.” I cleared my throat, deepening my voice again. “Did you get what you came for?”

“Yeah, got it.”

He replied just in time for me to realize I’d gotten things sorted. I leaned against the door, palm pressed to my chest as I tried to regain my breathing.

My heart pounded hard against my ribs untill I was sure it would explode; sweat clung to my brows. I wasn’t dead, or exposed… not yet anyway.

Licking the dryness off my lower lip, I glanced down at myself, tugging my hoodie over my head one last time before adjusting the wig until it sat properly.

My fake eyebrows were thankfully back where they belonged, and after a quick look in the mirror hanging next to the closet door, I looked…well, like Owen.

Mostly.

“Brooks?” Jace called again; his voice made me squeak.

“Coming!” I unlocked the closet door and stepped out as casually as I could manage

The second I stepped out, I froze in my tracks. The sight before me was nothing I could expect; not if you paid me a hundred million dollars.

Jace stood beside his bed, one hand around a shoving kit, his eyes entirely on me. But that wasn’t my issue.

It was what he had on… or what he didn’t have on.

He stood right there, completely naked beside the towel hanging too low around his hips. His perfectly sculpted form, his glistening abs, the way his pecks seemed to move each time he took in a puff of air.

His majestic V-line leading to what looked like the huge bulge hidden behind—

I… I'm going to die.

“What are you looking at?”

His voice made me jump, my eyes bouncing back to his blue ones.

“W-what?” I squeaked again, wincing internally when I did. I’ve got to stop that already.

“You were looking at me weird.”

I coughed, trying to stand like a guy would, or act like a guy would. But I swear the universe hates me.

The duct tape must have been wrapped around me wrong from when I rushed because I felt a piece of it cling to the faint hairs around my pussy, giving me a wedgie.

I winced, sweat trickling down my spine as I tried to move it around without making it too obvious.

“Why are you standing like that?” Jace asked, and I wanted to scream bloody murder.

“I… why are you not dressed?” I asked instead, hoping it would throw him off. “You said you wanted to get something from the bathroom.”

If he had me dangling around like a chihuahua in heat, I’m going to shave his eyebrows in his sleep.

“Yeah, I got it already. I wanted to take a quick shower too, man.”

“Oh…you should go on in then.” I nodded, still wiggling around as subtly as possible, trying not to focus on the odd look he gave me each time I moved. “You don’t want to keep the water waiting.”

What the hell was that?!

“Yeah.” He chuckled with furrowed brows. “You should get ready for the ritual too. So that you know, you might need a condom.”

“Why would I ne—“ before I could ask, he did the one thing I would have sworn he never would.

Jace slowly, and I mean slowly like a fucking striptease, unwrapped the towel around his waist….revealing a very huge, very angry-looking, very veiny thick, long cock staring back at me.

“Ahh!!” I screamed, eyes wide, hands over my face. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“What are you doing?!” I saw him jump from the small gaps of my fingers. “Why are you covering your face?”

“Because you’re naked! Why are you naked!”

“So what, Owen?” He pressed a palm to the door, standing with a partially wide stance, a stance wide enough for me to see the way his balls dangled….how the hell is it that big???

“What do you mean, so what? How do you even stand naked like that?”

“Owen, it’s no big deal. It’s not like there’s a girl in the room with us.” He chuckled again, grabbing another towel to swing around his neck.

Right… I'm Owen right now. That’s why he’s so comfortable.

“Oh, yeah….r-rright.”

He frowned at me as I’d suddenly forgotten how to speak. “Owen,” he said, still completely unfazed. “We have taken baths together since we were seven; you’ve seen me baked before, man, quit acting weird.”

I refused to take my hands off my face, even though a tiny part of me wanted to take a peek at the huge rod burning a hole in my mind.

“People change.”

“Really? Overnight or as much as you have?”

“Yeah, Jace. Paris changes people… once we used to shower together, now I don’t think it’s okay to be naked in front of each other.”

“You’re blaming France?”

“Yes.”

A long beat of silence passed between us until finally, he burst out laughing. “You’re unbelievable, Brooks. “

I kept my hands firmly over my eyes. “Can you at least put on some clothes before we continue this conversation? Or take the shower you said you wanted to?”

“Seriously?”

“Please.”

“Fine.” I heard his footsteps hopefully moving towards the bathroom. However, when I peeked open my eyes, he stood right in front of me.

Still completely naked

“Oh!” I jumped; the sticky duct tape that clung to the faint hairs on my pussy snapped, grabbing the hair off with it. “Ouch!!!!!”

I hissed, jumping like a crazed person as the skin burned.

“You’ve been acting strange since the plane, Owen… It's weird.”

“Yeah, j-just go on and shower, man.” And leave me to soothe this burn, please.

He narrowed his eyes at me for a second before slowly backing away into the bathroom, without taking his eyes off me untill the door shut.

“Ahh!!” I stifled the scream bubbling at the back of my throat, biting down on my tongue. “Mother fucker!”

Before I could breathe, or try to take the pain in again, my phone vibrated off my bed. I rushed over to it, my eyes almost bulged out of my socket when I saw the name flash across the screen.

MOM!

My palms suddenly grew sweaty, the hair on my head; both of them suddenly itched as I reached for it.

What the hell am I supposed to say?

The phone kept ringing until the sound grew aggravating in my ears.

“Your phone’s ringing, Brooks!” Jace called over the sound of the shower running.

“I see that!” I yelled back before sliding to green. “Hey, mom!”

I reverted to my original voice, wincing internally when I heard her screech.

“Noah Elizabeth Brooks! Where in God's good name are you?”

“Mom, I—“

“I have called, texted, damn near contacted priests and witches to know where you are, and none of them seem to have an idea! Tell me you are not fr partying again because of your father did.”

“Mom—“

She cut in again. “Owen needs this chance; can you not give it to him this once?”

I’ve sacrificed all my life for Owen, but sure, let’s pretend I never did.

“Mom!” I hissed into the speaker when I realized she wouldn’t stop and Jace would come out any moment from now.

“What is it, young lady?”

“I wanted to tell you where I am so you wouldn’t worry. But when I got home, you weren’t there.” I breathed.

“Fine, so tell me, dear daughter of mine.” She sounded like she gripped the phone harder, like she always did before blowing up. “Where the hell are you?!”

Fuck…she can’t know where I am, obviously! What the hell am I supposed to..?

“T-Tara didn’t tell you?” I scratched the back of my head through the hoodie.

“She barely answered my calls or the y hundred texts I’ve sent over the last couple hours.”

Of course, Tara was a horrible liar. I’d take my chance lying myself instead of letting her do it.

“I’m with Aunt Maggie.” I blurted out, slapping a hand over my mouth immediately.

“You’re all the way in Seattle? How?”

“I…I was just so sad and angry, you know? About what Dad did.” Technically it wasn’t a lie. “I needed some time away, so I went to Aunt Maggie’s. Are you mad?”

“You should have told me, if not your father.”

She wasn’t angry, thank God!

I swallowed, breathing lighter now. “I know… I'll do better next time.”

“Okay, so how long would you be there for?”

Oh… the season would take at least six weeks, three months if they decide to extend anything.

“A couple weeks.”

“But you’ll miss school.”

“I’ll make up for it in the summer, I promise.”

I jerked when I heard the shower stop running. My eyes widened untill I could almost swear they would pop out.

“Mom, I need to go…the movie is about to start.”

“But—“

I slammed a thumb on the screen the same time he stepped out. Completely dripping wet, Jace stepped onto the rug, towel wrapped around his freshly showered body, dark hair and its curls framing his face.

Before I could speak, the door to the room was suddenly thrown open. A girl, a blonde-haired girl, stomped inside.

Red-faced, arms swinging each way, I stared at her, utterly confused. But what shocked me was her standing right in front of me, her arm swinging against my cheek with a harsh smack.

“I got you, you fucking fake!”