Pikachu valley of doom

by RitoLacota

Harry and Larry are two brothers that are far from being the kind that get along. Though, that's thanks to Harry hating his younger brother. Larry actually wants to be close with his older brother but gets pushed aside since he's the favourite child. In the process of one school day, both brothers find themselves in a situation filled with an accompanying love. BoyxBoy (Not incest)

12. Chapter 12 Destination

Chapter 12

Destination

Larry's point of view.

I gap at him in surprise to that question, but the glint in his deep ocean blue eyes tells me all too well that I need to give him a response.

I clear my throat to prepare myself for my little speech, but he raises an eyebrow at me which causes me to chuckle nervously.

"Alright, alright. It was amazing! I've never felt something so good before, it felt like I was in the safest, warmest place in the world. I miss that feeling already." I smile at him sweetly, which he gives me an approving nod about my speech in return, which allows me to exhale a breath of relief.

He chuckles slightly while sneaking his hand into mine, with us walking down the hallway.

I look down at our clasped together hands, now lifting my eyes to examine his whole body.

Ben is wearing a pair of dark-blue sports shorts with a tight black top that shows his abs' creases through the dips of the clothing.

He has black hair with of course, his dazzling blue eyes that search right through your soul.

In a brief summary, he looks hot as fuck.

I look away from him to where we're walking, realization hits me when I see our classroom, in which he gently squeezes my hand now letting go.

He stares into my vine green eyes with a warm smile forming on his lips, as he leans in to kiss my head.

I giggle in reply which causes him to chuckle too.

I hand him his black sketchbook while holding onto my navy-blue one, now opening the silver door handle one-handed.

When we open the door, everyone looks at us like we're insane for being late.

The teacher clears his throat calmly before saying, "Boys, take a seat quietly. We're sketching things that we enjoy on a watercolor sheet. Afterwards, you get to paint them."

Ben and I look at each other with enthusiasm, now grabbing a sheet each from off the trolley; walking down to two empty seats at the back of the room.

When the both of us sit, I place our tin and my book onto the table with the A4 watercolor paper too.

He does the same thing, excluding the tin.

I stare at the teacher, listening closely to what he's saying; but then I feel a hand rub at my thigh which causes my cheeks to heat up, and my member to want some attention.

I bite my lip harshly which causes Ben to smirk, leaning in close just to whisper in my ear, "I know what destination you're hoping for."