They were practically inseparable when they were younger.
His lips press my temple. “I think he’s coming around. He just doesn’t like it if I mention you.”
I can tell from the distant look in his eyes that he was looking forward to it.
With a groan of frustration over my bratty sibling, I snuggle into Sawyer’s side. “Maybe you could show me how to play?”
“Really?” The change in his voice is drastic. “You’d want to try?”
“Sure. I can’t promise I’ll be any good, though.” I sit up as he excitedly leans to a small box holding his controllers and headphones.
“That’s okay with me. It’ll be nice to have something to teach you.” He grins over his shoulder, then clicks on the television.
It makes me happy to see the smile. And such a little thing, joining him in something he loves.
“Okay, I’m going to drop us into a private room so I can show you.” He guides my fingers onto the different buttons, and flies through the menus on the screen.
“This one—” He moves my index for me. “—fires the gun. Aim for that fencepost.”
When I pull the trigger, the controllervibrates.
“Nice!” he says excitedly, gaze fixed to the television. “Now there.” His arm drifts out to point towards a farther building.
I don’t watch the character when I fire again, I want to see his face.
The ecstatic expression makes heat flow through me.
His controller rattles in his hands. That’s when I realize my crosshairs have drifted across his avatar.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” I didn’t mean to shoot him.
But he laughs. “It’s just a practice room. See?” He uses his character to unleash a few rounds on mine.
My hands shake violently.
Oh. I have an idea.
“Do that again,” I beg him, pushing the side of the joystick against my pelvis.
“Huh? Sure.” He rips off another burst without looking at me.
Delicious.
“Again,” I pant.
That’s when he glances over, his wide blue eyes droop with a flare of his nostrils.
He hits the button, sending another wave of vibration through my belly.
“You’ve never noticed how…good this feels?” I lean over, pressing my controller to his filling groin. “Do it again,” I exhale before finding his neck with my mouth.
A shiver runs through him when I hear the barrage of bullets from the game.
“It feels better when you’re holding it,” he groans softly.
“I have an idea that we’ll both like.” Climbing off the couch, I head towards my nightstand. “Take off your clothes, little boy.”
I do the same, leaving a trail of discarded items on the floor behind me.
