Day 19: Tuesday
Sexual Fantasies
Liam was dragged into the locker room and was forced against the lockers. Stiles roughly pulled his pants down and kissed Liam's earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. Stiles turned Liam around and sank to his knees. Stiles wrapped his lips around Liam's cock. Liam reached out with his mind, trying to think about something, anything else.
Suddenly, Liam's mind was filled with images of Brett. He gasped and looked down and saw Brett's face looking back up at him. Liam moaned; he'd never thought of Brett in this way before, but now he was finding it really, really arousing, even if Brett wasn't actually here.
Stiles picked up on his arousal. "Oh, you like this, baby? Well, don't get too used to it. I'm only doing this because it's your birthday Scott."
Stiles' voice broke his fantasy, and Liam scrabbled to get it back. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the lockers. Stiles was again replaced with the image of Brett. Liam felt a little guilty about sinking so wilfully into his fantasy, but at this point, he needed it to keep sane.
Stiles could tell that Liam was close, so he finished him off with his hand, coming right after him. "Mm. That was good today, Scotty. If you enjoyed it so much, maybe tomorrow, you'll return the favour." Liam internally groaned, but he felt at least a little shielded by his new fantasy.
