Dirk's POV:
I look over at him, nervous sweat budding at my forehead. My eyes met his, locked in a lustful gaze. I felt a sudden tightness building in my pants as I stared at him.
His rosy cheeks
His azure shirt
His recklessly placed hat
And I knew that Cal wanted it too.
I rested two fingers under his chin, and leaned over, pressing our mouths together. Soft skin brushed cool plush and I shuddered at the touch. Overwhelmed by the sexual tension in the air, I leaned over him, straddling his limp puppet form over my bed, and deepened the kiss. I teasingly ran my fingers over his lower half, earning an almost blush for my actions. I heard a gasp as I leaned back in, and I swiftly turned my head to the door.
There stood my flabbergasted brother, with my boyfriend standing behind him. He turned red with a squeak, and ran out the door, leaving a shocked Jake in my doorframe. He bore a look of curiosity and disgust, but I could see through it. I shifted off of Cal and licked my chapped lips.
"Want to join?"