Finding Trust and Honesty (bxb)

Chapter 3*

*mature

"Action!" Laurent commanded.

As instructed by the script I used the door to enter the set, closing it behind me. I dropped the sports bag on the floor, kicked off my shoes and slumped back on the bed with a sigh, like I was tired after a hard day of training.

A few seconds after there was a knock at the door, Oakley was knocking. "Come in!" I hollered, slipping an arm behind my head and relaxing against the pillow.

Oakley timidly opened the door, biting on his lip. "B-brother, can you help me with my... with my homework." he stuttered out softly.

I turned my head, looking at him almost boredly, letting out a yawn. "Is dad not in?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "Andy had to go to work for a meeting." he replied. "Please, I don't understand the maths questions." he pleaded, adding a pout and puppy eyes.

I sighed again. "Alright." I gave in and be beamed, entering the room with a few books and a pencil case. I stood up and pulled back the chair for the desk and he sat down, I loomed over him as he opened the text book and his work book, getting a pen out.

I got really close on purpose, placing one of my hands on the desk, my chest occasionally brushing against his head. He'd opened the textbook to quadric equations and nervously pointed out the questions he had to do. I slowly and simply began to explain how to solve them before watching him doing a few of his own. I would touch him and rub his arm when he got a question right and if he got it wrong I would take his hand, directing him and explain it again, speaking right by his ear lowly, not missing the way he shivered each time or how he squirmed in the seat.

By the end of the short homework session he was red faced and very flustered, his oversized sweater doing little to hide his erection. He got up from the chair, trying to hide it but I hugged him, pulling his back to my front and praising him for doing so well, rubbing my semi against the cleft of his ass. He gasped in my arms and let out a soft moan when I cupped his arousal. "What have we got here little brother?" I asked, continuing to palm and fondle it.

"B-brother don't... ahh..." he moaned.

"Why not? You obviously want me, don't think I haven't noticed the staring at the dinner table, or how you cry out my name whilst jacking off in the shower." I husked in his ear. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop, but if you say you want it then I'll give it to you."

"I... I... I want it." he whispered and I grinned. I pulled away from him and disappointment and fear crossed his face. It vanished though when I pulled my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor before lifting him onto the bed.

I pulled the sweater off of him and saw his pale and slender body, his chest and stomach flat, the pale little nubs on his chest what I'd play with first. I lowered my head and lightly nipped at one of them, hearing a gasp and then a moan when I sucked and licked the ache away, I did the same with the other, waiting until they were both swollen and tender before kissing up his neck, my hands taking over stimulating his nipples. His body squirmed on the bed, sweet little moans and mewls coming from him. Once I'd reached his jaw I kissed my way back down, giving each nipple a suck and lick again before going lower. When I reached his belly button my tongue darted out to flick inside the small crevice, my teeth nibbling at the edge. He whined and I felt his hands grip onto my hair.

I paid attention to the sensitive skin of his lower belly and upper pelvis before unbuttoning his jeans and slowly pulling them off of his legs and exposing his tight blue boxer briefs. He was hard and leaking in the confines of the fabric, a dark patch showing where the tip was.