I held back a groan at my dirty response to what I knew was an innocent question. “Do you want me to?”
Ari nodded, still staring into my eyes. “You make me feel safe.”
And that did fucking things to me. Especially since I was the bastard that punched his V card and left him with an unplanned door prize before waltzing away.
“I will,” I agreed, stroking my finger down his cheek. “Do you want to sleep in your clothes? Or one of my t-shirts might be more comfortable?”
“A t-shirt, please.”
Digging through my dresser, I came up with one of my old PT shirts and held it out for his inspection. The navy-blue cotton was worn and soft, but both my name and theBöxenwolfBrigade logo were still visible on the front. “How’s this?”
Ari smiled and nodded, but instead of taking the shirt from me like I expected, he closed his eyes and held up his arms like a child waiting to be undressed.
Um, okay.
Dropping the shirt on the bed, I carefully drew his hoodie over his head and laid it on top of my dresser. His cotton pants had an elastic waist, so it was easy to draw them down his hips to pool on the floor, leaving Ari stunningly beautiful in nothing but his plain white jockey shorts.
Forcing myself not to ogle him, I reached for the t-shirt and eased it over his head and arms, drawing it carefully down his torso before releasing the hem.
“There you go, sweetheart,” I sighed, strangely shaken by the intimacy of such an innocent act. “Do you want something to drink before you lie down?”
“We,” he said, his eyes popping open.
“Beforewelie down?” I corrected, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.
“No, thank you.” Ari stepped forward to snuggle against my chest. “So tired.”
“Okay.” I pulled back the light covers and nudged him over to crawl under them. “Let me close the blinds and get ready.”
I took a quick minute to text Jeremy so no one worried about Ari’s well-being, and by the time the room was dark and I’d stripped to my boxer briefs, Ari was dead to the world. Still, as soon as I slid into the bed beside him, his warm body gravitated over to plaster against me. Ari’s arm settled over my belly, his head on my chest, one lean leg creeping over mine, and his quickly hardening cock pressed against my thigh.
Desire flooded through my body and I knew I was going to lie awake, hard and horny with the sweet scent of Ari’s arousal teasing my nostrils as he slept, but to my shock, somehow I managed to doze off.
~*~
When I woke, things were so much worse in the absolute best way possible, if that makes any sense.
Ari was awake, that much I was certain of as he rubbed his body against mine like a cat in heat, grinding against my hips, my thighs, my throbbing erection as he moved. Even worse -or better, depending on the perspective and mine was fluctuating wildly- were the noises tearing free of his throat. The moans and pleading whines, the begging and gasping. I’d barely woken up and I was already fighting to keep from coming in my underwear as his body marked every inch of me he could touch.
“Roger!” Ari gasped, straddling my thighs to rub our cocks together. Even through the double layer of our underwear, the contact sent pleasure sparking across my nerves. “Please!”
I drew in a stuttering breath and carefully grasped his shoulders, trying to still his frantic movements without excessive force. “Ari? Are you okay?”
Ari froze over me, another whimper falling from his lips. “No..I need…” His words trailed off in a frustrated groan and he ground his perfect butt over my erection, throwing his head back with a whine when he did. “Oh, God!”
Heat radiated through Ari’s shirt and I could tell he was burning up. I barely had time to register the problem before he stiffened over me, and when I lifted the edge of his shirt, I could see that the front of his underwear was drenched in his release. More than seemed possible from one orgasm. My suspicions grew when Ari’s movements barely slowed. He continued to hump against me, still begging and groaning.
“Roger..please! It hurts!” Tears were leaking from Ari’s eyes, his cheeks were flushed and he was gasping for breath.
“Ari? Baby? Do you want me to touch you?” In the back of my mind, I knew that it was wrong, that he was in no condition to consent, but he was hard and desperate, begging for my help and it seemed much more wrong to let him continue to suffer if my touch could help. Not, I avoided admitting to myself, that I was sure it would.
“Please, please, please!” Ari was begging and there was no chance of me not giving in.
“Okay, baby.” I rolled us over, planting him on his back and tugging the shirt over his head. I didn’t know what this was, wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but given the symptoms, intimate contact seemed like a good start.
I tugged his saturated briefs off and took his rigid cock down my throat, swallowing around it for good measure. Even though he’d just come, it only took a moment for Ari to shoot down my throat with a high-pitched scream, collapsing back onto the pillows as I drew lightly on his throbbing flesh, soothing the aftershocks that racked his body.
When he finally relaxed into a nearly comatose state on the bed, I released him from my mouth and stood to fetch a wet cloth. I’d barely finished when his eyes twitched open and an expression of dazed confusion clouded his face.
