Secret Admirer (Fuencest)

Chapter 6

"Do you get it now?" Vic asked for the sixth time. Mike shrugged.

"Yeah. I guess so." He said. Vic sighed in frustration.

"You seem so frustrated. I think maybe you should calm down." Mike whispered before he stood up from the couch. He made his way behind Vic and slowly squeezed his shoulders.

"Mike, I-"

"Not another word. Just sh." Mike whispered in his ear as he continued to massage Vic's shoulders.

"Did I do something wrong, Vic? You're acting so weird towards me." He asked as his hands went down to Vic's chest, unbuttoning his shirt.

Vic swallowed hard. "No. I-I'm just tired."

Mike grinned and giggled a little as he unbuttoned the last button. His hands roamed over Vic's chest.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Vic asked nervously. Mike bit his bottom lip as his finger slowly rubbed against Vic's nipple.

"No, stop." Vic snapped and shot up from the couch. "I think you should go home now."

Mike sighed and walked closer to Vic. He backed up as Mike got closer until he was against the wall.

"Okay. I'll go." Mike said before he kissed Vic's cheek. "But thanks for the help." He grabbed his bag and left without another word. Vic sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

He began to wonder if maybe Mike was the one who was sending the letters, the videos, and watching him.

No. Vic thought. It couldn't be him and it isn't.

He sighed and made his way upstairs. Mike had got him so turned on, just by a few touches. He now regretted stopping him, he should've just let his little brother fuck him, but it was so wrong.

He laid on the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his member out. He closed his eyes as he slowly stroked himself. He wanted to think of anything but Mike, but he couldn't. He couldn't get his mind of his little brother, and how bad he wanted him.

God, he needed Mike so bad right now. He really wanted Mike to be the one touching him. He wanted Mike to be inside him. He was craving him.

"Fuck." Vic groaned. He quickly called his little brother, he didn't give a damn how wrong it was, he needed him.

"Hello?"

"Mike, hey. Listen, I'm sorry for snapping at you. Could you... maybe come back for a second. You, uh, forgot something."

"I'll just get it tomorrow." Mike said. "I'm almost home anyway."

"No, uh, please. Just for a second." Vic pleaded. Mike sighed.

"No. I don't feel like walking all the way back over there. It's not important, I'll get it tomorrow."

"But I need you to come back over tonight." Vic whined. Mike sighed.

"No. I'll come over in the morning. Goodnight, Vic." And then he hung up. Vic whined and hung up his phone.

He moved his hand faster, just wanting to orgasm. After what felt like forever, he managed to come, moaning out Mike's name.

He sighed in relief and cleaned up his mess before he got in the shower.

"In the morning, I will make Mike fuck me." Vic whispered to himself.