Dare
With one finalglance at the door to Z’s room that had closed after my mother, I hustled him into my room and gently shut the door behind us. Then, for good measure, I hit the privacy lock. Scratching at the back of my head, I stared at the tips of my toes while my thoughts scattered. Z began to snicker somewhere behind me, which quickly broke down into guffaws. There was athudthat sounded like him collapsing to the floor to continue laughing himself silly. Anotherthumpoccurred, followed by another round of sniggering.
“My mom saw us. If she’d been a minute later, she would have seen my cock—”
“Oh, tell me all about it. What would you be doing to me?” Z snorted, then the laughter started back up again. “I’m so embarrassed, but the look on your face was too good.”
“I’m not going to be able to live this down. She’ll be telling this story at work parties and holidays for the rest of her life.”
Z gasped. “Probably.” He didn’t sound upset about it, though.
Turning, I found the prettiest sight. Z was on his back, his hands on the belly, those little pink underwear barely hiding anything. His thighs were spread flat on the floor and the soles of his feet were touching. His cock was still thick enough to push out the pink fabric and my mouth watered for him. It wasn’t that I was completely in love with sucking dick in general, but I loved using my mouth on Z to make him happy.
“You’re so pretty,” I grumbled.
He shook his head, and his smile shifted to a softer expression, not necessarily disagreeing with me, but I thought maybe I was embarrassing him.
“Let’s go out and do something. Sorry, but I think that officially killed the mood.” I glanced down at my nonexistent wood.
His snickering started again, and I sighed, going over to flop down onto the floor beside him and dig my fingers into the softness of his curls. He closed his eyes, dropped his chin to his chest, and let me do what I wanted with him. The sweet little giving gesture had my cock making a liar out of me. How had I never noticed what a temptation I had living with me? I guessed I’d always been aware of him, even when I was trying to act like I wasn’t.
“Bad news, Daddy.”
“What’s that, baby?”
He hummed and smirked, wriggling his hips in a way that drew my eye. “All my clothes are in my room.” He glanced down at himself. “Unless you want me to wear your clothes, which we both know won’t work very well—”
Groaning, I got to my feet, knees cracking like an old man. “I’ll go get your clothes.”
“You’re a steadfast hero.” He kissed two fingers and saluted me with them.
“Shut up.” My crankiness only had him laughing again. I went to my dresser and pulled out a new T-shirt because I had no idea where mine had ended up, but it was likely in Z’s room, crumpled in a ball on the floor. “If I go over, I’m going to find those skimpy little shorts I like and make you wear them. The ones that show off your thighs and make me want to put my face between your legs.”
“I have shorts that make you want to do that?” he asked, breath strangled.
“Oh yeah,” I said and glanced over my shoulder at him. I pulled on my T-shirt, and when my head popped through the collar, he had his hand on his cock. I glanced down at his busy fingers, and he licked his lips.
“Yeah?” His eyes practically glowed.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Daddy, can I jerk off?” he whispered. “If you don’t want to do anything right now? I want—”
“No. Good boys wait,” I said sternly.
His eyes widened, and I growled under my breath as I watched the front of his briefs fill and bulge with his cock.
He brought the offending hand up to his mouth and bit at his knuckles. “Please, Daddy?”
“No. Not right now.”
“Daddy, do you know what the best part is about shorts like that?”
“No, boy. Tell me.”
His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes as he curled up into a seated position. The soles of his feet were still touching. I almost passed out from the blood rushing to my cock as he stroked his fingers from his knees up along the insides of his thighs. They were so soft, and the hair there wasn’t scratchy like the stuff growing on my legs. He slid his thumbs along the bottom of his briefs. “Easy access for you, Daddy.”
Groaning, I unlocked the door and peeked out into the hall to make sure Mom wasn’t hanging around out there for some reason. I went out and closed my door behind me so there would be no accidental further viewings of a nearly naked Z. I took a couple of minutes doing math problems in my head and waited for my cock to realize we weren’t about to fuck Z’s mouth, or rub against him, or get into his ass anytime soon. I did a few more math problems. The door was hanging open to Z’s room, which it hadn’t been when we’d disappeared into mine, and I forced myself forward to knock on it.
