Fletcher chuckled. “Like what?” He reached over and wiped away a smudge of steak sauce that had found its way to the corner of Taylor’s mouth. It made Taylor’s heart skip a beat.
Taylor made a face like he was seriously thinking about the furniture they would have in their new apartment. “I’m really feeling bunk beds. We’ll put them in Jesse’s room.”
“You know, I bet your brother would be okay with a normal bed, honey.”
Taylor looked at Fletcher with a suggestive look on his face. “Haven’t you heard?” He looked like hewas trying to bite back a laugh. “I’ve recently come into afatherly role,” Taylor said, trying to make himself look and sound serious. “Not only to Jesse, but,” he gestured to Fletcher.
Fletcher rolled his eyes, but he started to blush. Taylor could easily get under his skin and he fucking loved it. “Don’t make fun of me in my moment of weakness,” he said seriously.
“Because you’re thinking about it the wrong way,” Taylor explained. “You need to think of it like it’s…an upgrade.” Taylor didn’t even know what the fuck he was saying.
“An upgrade?” Fletcher scoffed.
“Hear me out,” Taylor said defensively. He held his hand up and started counting on his fingers. “Teammates, friends, best friends. Best friends who did hand stuff,” Taylor laughed to himself as he remembered the plane incident. “Best friends who gave each other blowjobs. Best friends who fucked. Partners. We just keep adding onto it.” Taylor was just rolling with it at this point.
“You’re so weird,” Fletcher laughed.
“Partners where one of us calls the other ‘daddy’ during sex,” Taylor added with a shit-eating grin. “Can’t go back from that.” Taylor was never going to let him live it down.
“Okay, but you can’t just say you’ve come into a‘fatherly role’because that’s really fucking weird, Taylor,” Fletcher told him seriously. He loved how serious Fletcher was about this. Uptight Fletcher was probably his favorite Fletcher when it came to trying to annoy him into having sex with him.
“You’re just saying that because you can’t match my freak,” Taylor quipped. “Which is ironic because you’re more of a freak than I am.”
Fletcher rolled his eyes. “You’re being really annoying right now.”
“Come here,” Taylor beckoned in his assertive voice.
“Not now. I’m still eating,” Fletcher told him, trying to stand his ground.
“You’ve already finished your food, liar.” Taylor stood up and took his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Fletcher gawked at him as Taylor completely undressed, revealing his growing erection.
“Stand up and take your clothes off,” he commanded.
He smiled like a fox as Fletcher slowly stood up, trying to conceal his excitement as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over near their suitcases. He looked at Taylor nervously as he pulled down his shorts and briefs with them, stepping out of them and tossing them where his shirt landed. Taylor’s eyes flickered to Fletcher’s cock.
“Are you hard?” he asked. It was the first thing that came to mind, and he was just rolling with it.
“Obviously,” Fletcher scoffed.
“Come here,” Taylor told him again.
Fletcher slowly walked over to him. Taylor cupped his jaw and gave Fletcher a tender kiss on the lips. “Lay down on the bed,” he told him softly.
“The sheets are still drying,” Fletcher told him.
“Bed, Armstrong. Stop defying orders.” Taylor couldn’t help but lean in to kiss Fletcher one more time, this time a lot more roughly. Taylor needed to remind himself to stay calm and collected if he wanted to do the things he planned to do with Fletcher. He pulled away and kissed Fletcher on the forehead. “Be a good boy.”
Fletcher sighed as he lay down in the middle of the bare mattress, staring up at the ceiling patiently like Taylor wanted.
He decided to let Fletcher wait a little bit as he bent down toclean up their dinner trash.
“Hey, you don’t need to do that right now,” Fletcher told him, sounding annoyed. Taylor ignored him as he put everything in the trash can and washed his hands.
“Taylor,” Fletcher called out, sounding needier. “I need you.” Any time Fletcher spoke to Taylor in that voice was like activating a switch in his mind. Fletcher had more control over Taylor than Fletcher knew. He had Taylor wrapped around his finger.
Taylor looked at him and gave him an empathetic look. “Be patient, sweet boy. Hands behind your back, beautiful.” He waited until Fletcher laid back down on the mattress with his arms folded behind his back to walk over to the bed and sat down next to where Fletcher was lying down. He brushed Fletcher’s hair out of his face and caressed his cheek with the back of his hand.
Just because he liked teasing his boyfriend, Taylor picked up the remote from the nightstand and turned on the TV to whatever Game of Thrones episode they were on next. But then he switched back to two episodes before that because he didn’t want to miss out on what was going to happen to Ned Stark. Taylor really liked his character so far, and they were at the part when Ned realized the Baratheon kids were creepy little incest babies.
