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BK
Justin's mom is home when we get there. We made small talk with her for a few minutes; she asked me about my eye and asked how it had gotten there. I had given her the same bullshit that I had given Justin except…she actually looked like she believed me as opposed to Justin - - Who hadn't look like he believed me very much. "Well, I'm going to go to the store and get some things for dinner – you're welcome to stay if you want to, Brian." Did I say how much I fucking love Justin's mom? Hell, I'll do anything to stay away from my father as long as possible.
"Thanks, Mrs. Taylor."
"Anytime, have fun studying."
Oh, I'm sure we will. Not. Like I really want to read while I'm up in Justin's room. Jennifer leaves and Justin leads us up the stairs, down the hall and to the second door on the right, which his room. The first thing I notice about his room is how surprisingly neat it is (Like I always do when I come to his house). Aren't artist supposed to be messy and uncaring and stuff? The second thing I notice his bed. And not because it's neat. You don't need three guesses to figure out what I'm thinking about. Justin flings his book bag on his bed so I do the same and when he gets up on it and sits cross-legged, back leaning against the headboard I get up there too and sit in the middle of his bed.
Then he pops out the book and I really don't want to read right now.
But people don't always get what they want so we start reading…and reading…for about an hour. He reads out loud because he said he wanted to. By the end of the hour we're both lying on our backs, side by side, books held over our faces. I'm not into reading and I really don't like this story. I finally throw the book down next to me, causing Justin to cease his reading, and I look over at him, rubbing my eyes. "I'm fucking tired of reading. Break time." Justin smiles and places his own book down next to him, after folding the page to make sure he doesn't lose it.
He looks over at me and I can tell his awkward phase is coming on again.
"So…"
I look over at him. It's "talk time". I'm tired of him being like…this. It's extremely irritating. "Justin," I roll over on my side so I can face him and he does the same, looking like he knows exactly what's coming. After all, we would've talked about what happened sometime. It might as well be now. "About what happened…," His cheeks are flushing – God, he's practically begging me to kiss him right now, fucker. "I didn't mean to come onto you like that," Lielielielie. "So, I'm sorry." There's another lie for you. He doesn't say anything for a minute so I roll back over on my back and stare at his ceiling. Then,
"So, you're sorry for kissing me?"
Uh – no. I don't say anything. And he goes on.
"As in, you won't do it a-again?"
God, I suppose so but only because you're acting like a freaking ten-year-old. I look over at him, eyebrow raised. "I guess so." He's silent for a moment and I look back up at the ceiling, which gets pretty boring so I close my eyes. Maybe I can just fall asleep and end up not having to go back home after all. Then I feel shifting and my first thought is that he's getting off because we're both kind of awkward right now and being awkward sucks ass. Except, he's not off the bed. No, he's far from being off the bed because, and it's quite sudden, his lips are pressed softly against mine. Ok, if I had been prepared for it I'm sure I would have kissed him back immediately but, since I was far from prepared for him to kiss me, my eyes kind of flew open in surprise and I just laid there, kind of frozen.
Like a fucking idiot.
After the shock wore off, it was only a few seconds because, well, you can't be frozen for more than a few seconds if there's a gorgeous blond boy kissing you, and my lips finally respond. He immediately relaxes, his body half on top of mine. My hands, of their own accord I'm sure, grab the back of his head, fingers tangling with his hair, and gently hold him there just incase he decides he wants to flee again and, despite the fact that I should probably pull away – move slow, in one swift movement he's on his back and I'm on top of him, tongue sliding into his warm mouth and devouring him. Have you looked at him? Anyone would want to devour him. He's the most edible creature on the earth.
And my cock happens to agree.
I unconsciously grind against him, my hips have a mind of their own, I'm tellin' ya and he, surprisingly, responds with a moan instead of pulling away like I thought he would have. He'll probably freak out sooner or later. I finally pull back to breathe in some much needed air, resting my forehead against the blond's forehead and staring down at his dilated eyes, swollen mouth, and flushed cheeks. "Well, well, Mr. Taylor…makin' the first moves now?" He looks completely nervously adorable but I wait for him to answer before kissing him again. "I-I'm so," Is he about to say he's sorry? Fuck that. I kiss him again, cutting him off, pinning his hands above his head with one of my own and my other hand thrusting back into his hair.
He does have soft hair.
His legs wrap around my waist and bring our hard cocks together in a grinding frenzy and my lips move from his to his neck, sucking, biting, licking – everything. His head falls back, soft gasps coming out of his mouth and I really hope his mom doesn't come home anytime soon or I'll be thoroughly disappointed. And then it happens. She just has to come home. Suddenly we both here, downstairs, the front door opening and Mrs. Taylor's voice calling up to us that she's home. My mouth stops and we both stop making out like the fucking horny teenagers that we are and sigh in disappointment. Damn his mom. His legs fall from around my waist and I quickly roll off of him, eyes closed and thinking of the nastiest thing I can think to get rid of my boner.
He's probably doing the same thing.
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JT
I hadn't meant to just kiss him like that, not that I regret it. He had just looked so…nice lying there and, before I knew what I was thinking, the decision was already made and I was kissing him. And he was kissing me back. And we were both hard, thrusting against each other and I'm sure he probably left some hickies on my neck too. Shit, he did. I hope my mom doesn't ask questions. Good thing my hair's long.
I look over at Brian from across the dinner table. It's just a quick look. But he meets my eyes and he has this look on his face. A cross between a smirk and a look of knowingness. Knowingness that, despite the fact that I had run away from him the first time he kissed, I so wanted him. I guess what happened in my bedroom earlier was a dead giveaway. I quickly look away, cheeks probably turning slightly pink and focus on eating my food. I'm starving anyway. Jennifer had waited for Craig to get home before even starting to get dinner ready.
He obviously never showed.
So, here we are having a very late dinner. It's already nine.
"Brian, you can stay here if you want. It's late and by the time you finish eating your parents will probably be asleep."
I glance up at him and he looks over at me, asking me with his eyes if he can stay. What does he think? Of course he can. I nod, small smile on my face and he looks over at my mother. "Thanks, Mrs. Taylor." I'll never get over the fact that he's extremely polite compared to what he's like in school.
"No problem, you know I love it when you come over."
That makes two of us. Except I like him coming over a lot better now.