“Take your clothes off.”
The assertiveness in Taylor’s voice was like a switch in Fletcher’s mind. He didn’t even question it as he pulled his polo off and let it drop to the floor. Taylor watched him intently asFletcher reached down and unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down to step out of them with zero hesitation.
He looked at Taylor with a patient look in his eyes. “Everything comes off,” Taylor ordered. Fletcher quickly hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down, releasing his cock. He carefully leaned down to slip out of them and to remove his socks. The cold air in the room stung Fletcher’s growing erection as he stood in front of Taylor fully naked and feeling entirely vulnerable, yet he was completely comfortable with it.
“Come here,” Taylor beckoned.
Fletcher carefully approached him until he stood inches away from Taylor. He flickered his eyes down to Fletcher’s erection.
“Take my shorts off,” he commanded. Fletcher reached down to unbutton Taylor’s shorts and pulled them down. Taylor quickly stepped out of them. He tugged his own shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground.
Fletcher gave him a “what next” look while Taylor took a seat at the foot of the bed.
Taylor crooked a finger for Fletcher, beckoning him to come and stand in front of him. He slowly walked over until he stood over Taylor, who didn’t say a word as he pointed down towards the ground, signaling Fletcher to kneel.
He dropped down to his knees in front of Taylor as Taylor reached behind him for a pillow. “Kneel on this,” he instructed, handing Fletcher the pillow to place beneath his knees.
“Rest your head on my lap,” Taylor instructed. Fletcher quietly obeyed, laying his head down to rest on Taylor’s legs. Taylor started to run his fingers through Fletcher’s hair, sending a chill down Fletcher’s spine. His mind went fuzzy with pleasure as Taylor continued to run his hands throughFletcher’s hair.
Taylor reached over to the bedside table and picked up his phone. He seemed to be calling someone as he put his phone to his ear and continued to caress Fletcher.
He brushed the back of his hand up and down Fletcher’s cheek as he spoke on the phone.
“Hey Jess. Just checking in. How’s it going?” Taylor’s assertive voice was replaced by a more casual tone.
Heat coursed through Fletcher’s veins as Taylor basically continued to pet him for the duration of his phone call. He kept his eyes on Fletcher the entire time, looking at him intensely. Looking at him possessively. Fletcher was overwhelmingly aroused.
“Yeah, it’s fine. We drove along the beach, and his parents did a fireworks show.”
Fletcher could hear Jesse’s voice from Taylor’s phone, but it was too faint to understand what he was saying.
“It was nice. I’ve seen better.” Taylor brushed Fletcher’s bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Yeah, I remember. They had a really good show.”
Taylor continued to look down at Fletcher and caressed him. He cradled the back of Fletcher’s head with one hand and traced the outline of Fletcher’s lips with the other. Fletcher’s lips parted as Taylor pushed his thumb inside of Fletcher’s mouth. Fletcher licked his lips before wrapping them around Taylor’s thumb and sucked it. Taylor slightly nudged the back of Fletcher’s head, encouraging him to take more of Taylor’s thumb in his mouth.
“You got a job?” Taylor asked his brother. He furrowed his eyebrows in surprise but kept his gaze transfixed on Fletcher as he sucked Taylor’s thumb. He swirled his tongue around Taylor’s thumb, tasting his salty skin. His entire body buzzedwith excitement.
Taylor let out a slight smile in response to whatever Jesse had just told him. “So, you’re going to work for three weeks and then just quit?” He laughed. “I guess that works. I can’t believe Starbucks hired you. Maybe you can get transferred to one in D.C. and work there.”
He lightly tugged on Fletcher’s hair as Fletcher’s teeth grazed his thumb. Taylor pulled his thumb out of Fletcher’s mouth and spread the saliva around Fletcher’s lips before Fletcher took him back into his mouth.
“He’s doing good. He’s pretty beat after the day we’ve had, so we’re going to bed a little early tonight. How are the kids liking the dog?” Taylor removed his thumb from Fletcher’s mouth and went back to caressing his cheek with the back of his hand. Fletcher closed his eyes and let out a satisfied breath.
He craved Taylor’s physical touch, and the way Taylor was touching him was probably the most intimate way he had ever been touched. Fletcher fully gave in to Taylor and loved every second of it.
“Well, I’m glad Gretchen got him groomed. He did kind of smell,” Taylor laughed.
Fletcher slowly ran the back of his hand up and down Taylor’s leg. His erection was becoming harder to ignore the more Taylor pet him. He could’ve reached down to stroke himself, but a voice in his head was telling him to wait for permission.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you, buddy,” Taylor told Jesse before hanging up.
He reached back over to put his phone back on the table before giving Fletcher his undivided attention.
“Do you like this?” Taylor asked softly after a few more moments.
“Yes,” Fletcher answered. It came out more strained than he intended for it to. Heat rushed to his face, and he could feel himself blush as Taylor continued to pet him.
“I do too,” Taylor told him. “I like you like this.”
