You stumble in to the kitchen wearing only your gym shorts and are not surprised to the see the lean toned body of a swimmer complete with a little blue speedo standing in front of the fridge loudly searching through various jars for the beer you keep in the back.
He finds one and stands upright, and turns to face you, immediately jumping back an inch as he gasps in shock.
"Oh shit man. You scared the hell out of me. Cant you make some more noise when you are coming in to a room?" Nathan asks, running a hand through his thick black hair. He is trying his best to look innocent.
"I never felt the need to be noisy since I live ALONE and usually only have to worry about my gay pool boy sneaking in to my house for beer. Oh wait. Here he is now, beer in hand, and about to get back outside to clean the scum off the tile in the pool, like I pay him for..." you gesture outside, and give him an accusing look. Quickly it fades to a grin as you hand him the opener for his beer.
"Yeah well... fine be a ninja then." He says taking a deep drink of the cold beverage. He turns to leave, and you again get to enjoy a view of his ass as he walks outside. As he slides the door open to the pool deck he turns and says "Something smells weird. Like tires or that smell you get from those erasers we used in school. Is that you? Take a shower man." He grins and struts away to the pile of cleaning supplies out on the deck.
You notice it again then as well. Something smells funny, like old rubber, and you cant shake the feeling that you have too much energy for being awake almost all night. You feel too damn good, and why can't you stop staring at Nathan?