Ray of Moonlight

Chapter Two - Ray

I quickly took a U-turn as I noticed Leo's wallet silently sitting on the passenger seat. The fact that he hasn't called me yet means he hasn't noticed that he dropped his wallet in my car. That careless brat.

Thankfully, I've got nowhere special to be so I can just go back and return it. Might as well waste some time there. I'm sure as hell that kid is currently sitting right in front of his laptop watching something. Leo got no social life. As he put it, he rather has vicarious experiences while watching than deal with people and experience the real shit.

I pulled up right in front of their doorway and got out of my car. Stepping up the front door, I knocked on the frame thrice. I waited and waited and waited and nothing. 'He must be upstairs, in his room, headset on while watching tv', I thought to myself. I tried turning the knob and it opened. Dumb kid, he could have been robbed and know nothing about it. It's like he is inviting robbers in.

I quietly closed the door for having thought of a very good idea. I'm going to surprise him and beat the shit out of himself. I walked upstairs knowing too well his room. With his wallet on my left hand, I turned the knob of his door with my right hand.

"Holy shit! Motherfucking hell!" I shouted at the sight that welcomed me. Leo, with all his naked glory, standing in front of me, full frontal. My eyes slowly and discretely travelled down to his dick and I gulped. He's rather huge for his age though I'm still ahead at that department.

"What the hell?" he shouted back while grabbing the nearest fabric he can which happen to be his towel and covered his lower half body. I averted back my gaze to his face. "Don't you know how to knock dude?" he asked, his face turning red probably due to embarrassment.

"I do but I thought it would be fun surprising you." I explained while recovering from my half-shocked state. "Turns out, you're going to be the one surprising me. Why are you naked anyway?"

He moved to his dresser and quickly grab a pair of clothes. "It's my home. It's my room. Who cares if I'm naked?" He asked all the while dressing himself as if I wasn't there. But then again, I just saw him naked.

"Other people coming in, obviously." I replied not being able to tear my eyes away from him, my ears heating up, probably turning red. I guess it's quite embarrassing too, on my part.

He shook his head. "Only I wasn't expecting anyone. Intruders is what I mean."

I walked to his bed and dropped my body on it as if it's my own bed. "Don't you blame me, young man. I'm no intruder but a family."

I threw him his wallet which he caught easily. "You dropped it in my car." I filled in to answer his dumbfounded look.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Oh."

"So," I trailed off. "What were you even doing before I walked in on you?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him suggestively.

"Clearly not what you're thinking, dirty old man."

I raised my head with one of my hands supporting it. "And what would that be?"

He shrugged. "I don't know." He picked up his scattered clothes, the one he just wore on the wedding. "But knowing you, maybe something dirty."

I burst out into laughter because of how precise he is. "You're one blessed kid, by the way." I said changing the subject.

He looked at me blankly. "Huh?" he asked while slightly tilting his head to the side.

I almost face palmed myself at how dense he is. "I'm talking about your dick." I laughed just as his face turned into something like mortified.

"How can you just blurt it out like that as if it's something that people casually talk about?" He yelled in exasperation.

"It's casual enough for the two of us." I defended.

"Whatever." He muttered softly. With how thin the fabric of his short is, I can clearly notice his evident and obvious bulge.

"Turn down your rage, will you?" I teased him some more. My eyes still glued to it.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "How am I supposed to do that except for waiting it to calm down?"

"Jack it off, idiot." I answered like a teacher telling his pupil the obvious.

"With you here? Are you crazy?" He asked, his British accent somehow coming off.

What is with this kid and his dumbness? It will surely become the death of me. "You've got yourself a bathroom, haven't you?"

"Knowing that you're in my room even if I'm in the bathroom doesn't make it less awkward." He got a point. I wouldn't jack off myself if I knew someone is in the other room and they happen to know what I am doing.

I slowly sit up from my lying position. "And here I thought I can waste some time here."

"You've got your own place where you can waste some time."

"Where's the fun in being alone?" I asked though I know too well how he can have fun even if he is alone. This kid rather does things alone than be surrounded with people who will all probably turn out to be equally useless, his words not mine.

He shrugged though the evil smirk on his face says he has some good remarks to throw at me. "You can jack off." He suggested. Told you, he got something.

I rubbed my chin as if I am contemplating about what he just said. "Aha!" I shouted with so much energy that I could top the "Eureka! Eureka!' of Archimedes. "Why don't we do it together since you're also going do it? That case, we won't be enjoying on our own. We will both have someone to share the fun with."

He pulled up a disgusted face. "Gross!" He shook his head as if doing so would let him unhear what he just heard. "And to think you're my uncle."

"You don't need to make it sound like I'm a bad uncle."

He scoffed. "It's bad enough that you thought of it. It's worse because it came from my uncle."

"Are you saying that you'll probably do it if I wasn't your uncle?" I pressed on. Curiosity is taking the best of me.

"Hell no." he defended, rather too quickly. It's as if even just the thought repulses him. I can't blame him though. If you have asked me the same question 5 years ago, I would have acted and answered the same way. Good thing, I'm more open to the idea now that I grew older. Why sweat over something that can be accepted?

"I'm just going to go then." Standing up, he too stood up. My eyes quickly getting distracted with his still noticeable bulge. "Leave you to tend to your business, down there." I winked then laughed at him.

"Who says that I'm going to tend to it?"

"Call it gut feeling." With that, I closed the door of his room and walked downstairs. I could hear him shout in annoyance.