Landon rubbed his forehead.
How did Verity always have such soft lips?
Landon stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes. The room tilted and swayed around him so he forced his heavy lids back open. He shuffled to one side of the bed and shoved his leg out from under the covers and dropped his foot flat against the floor. He wasn’t convinced that ever really helped with the spins, but it made him feel better to try.
Landon slept like shit, unable to stop his mind from drifting to how he’d let Gregory kiss him earlier in the night. Verity’s words floated through his mind and Landon licked his lips, still tasting Gregory’s tongue, even masked by the bottle of Merlot he’d polished off.
When he did finally sleep, he dreamt unwelcome dreams.
* * *
Landon isone week past seventeen, and his parents think he and Greg are having a friendly sleepover. They have sleepovers every weekend, even though lately sleep is always the last thing on their minds.
Tonight, Landon’s knees are digging into the thin carpet of Greg’s basement bedroom and Greg is sitting on the bed across the room. Landon’s cock is so hard it aches but his hands are clasped around his forearms behind his back as he’s been told to do. Greg is just watching him, and every second that ticks by makes his muscles quake with anticipation and need.
Greg sticks his hand down his pants and Landon can see him fisting his cock even though he keeps it covered with his pajamas. Landon wants to fist his cock, or wants Greg to fist his cock, or anybody really. They’d watched porn for hours, and Greg had stroked Landon’s dick leisurely, adding commentary here and there about the things he’d do differently if it were him and Landon onscreen.
Every time Landon gets close to coming, Greg takes his hand away. By hour two, Landon is convinced his body is going to collapse from misuse. Hour three, he cries and begs. He couldn’t stop his tears even if he wanted to. Landon doesn’t know how long they’ve been doing this. All he knows is he wants it to simultaneously stop and never end.
“Your dick is so pretty like this,” Greg tells him with a smile. “You can look at it.”
Landon looks down at his cock. It’s pointing straight up, a slick of precum across his stomach. His crown is dark red and he watches his heartbeat through the tight skin of his shaft.
“Thank you, Sir,” Landon replies. His muscles are wound so tight and every part of his body is keenly aware of his need for release.
“Come over here.” Greg stands up and tosses the disheveled covers on his bed back. He shoves the comforter onto the floor.
Landon shuffles across the room on his knees because Greg hasn’t told him to move his arms. Greg smiles at him and cards his fingers through Landon’s hair when he reaches the bed. Landon nuzzles his head into Greg’s hand. His hips jerk forward when he gets a whiff of Greg’s soap in the air.
“Good boy,” Greg says, “now lie down there.” He points to the comforter on the ground.
Landon knee-walks his way to the foot of the bed then lies on his back, arranging himself in the tangled blanket. Greg stands at his feet and pulls his cock out of his pants, letting Landon see it. He strokes himself then lowers his body on top of Landon’s. Their dicks bump together and Landon whimpers.
Just as he’d wished for, Greg takes Landon’s cock in his hand, right alongside his own and slides his tight fist up both their lengths. Landon is leaking precum everywhere and it’s the only lubricant—the friction against his over-sensitive shaft is too much.
“Please,” Landon pants quietly. Greg’s face is in the crook of his neck and he sucks a bruise into the skin there. Landon moans. He thinks about how he can hide that so his parents don’t see it.
“I’m surprised you’ve made it this long.”
Landon bucks into Greg’s hand. “Please, please, please,” he begs mindlessly. His cheeks are wet. He thinks he might be crying again.
Greg shushes him and tightens his fist. Landon comes. He can’t not come at this point. It’s too strong, too intense. He feels his hot release slick between their dicks as Greg grunts and their orgasms mix together.
Landon knows he’s in trouble. They are always learning new things about these games, but he knows he’s broken the rules. He understands what Greg expects of him. Landon closes his eyes, the air cold against the cum on his dick when Greg pulls away and stands up.
“You didn’t have permission.” Greg licks his lips and it sounds like he knew Landon wouldn’t be able to wait. He opens his eyes to see Greg tucking his cock back into his pajamas. “You did so good. God, you made me happy, Landon. I know what we’re doing is right. Isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Yes. Yes, Sir.” Landon slides his head up and down in a nod against the rumpled comforter underneath him.
“You can sleep here tonight since you came without permission.” Greg points to the pile of blankets Landon is lying on.
Landon nods. “Thank you.”
Greg climbs into his bed and pulls the sheet up. “Are you sure you like this?” He asks Landon when he turns off the bedside lamp.
Landon wraps his body up in the comforter and curls into a ball. He likes it more than he’d care to admit, if he’s being honest. He is young; they both are, but he understands that being on the floor is, and always will be, his decision. It’s his choice to give up the right to choose. And it’s the choice he’d make over and over again every day, especially if he’s giving that right to Greg.
“Very much, thank you.”
