Jones' Boy

Chapter Seven

~ Oliver's POV ~
I woke up with a pounding headache, engulfed in the arms of Keith Jones. I tried to get away without waking him, but it was no use. As soon as I tried to move, his arms gripped me tighter. "Stop moving." He mumbled, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. Of course I was the little spoon.

"We need to talk," I said, replaying last night in my head. "About last night." Keith groaned loudly and wiped his hair from his forehead.

"What about it," He asked. "I had a good time."

"You know what I mean," I said. "What are we doing, Keith?"

"What do you want to do," He said, trailing his hand down to my ass, giving it a squeeze. "I could go for another round." I slapped his hand off of me and pushed myself out of the bed.

"Come find me when you decide to be mature about this." I said as I grabbed my clothes from the floor. I quickly got dressed and found my phone, then headed down stairs.

"Let's get out of here before we become clean up crew." Tyler said, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. I nodded and followed him out of the house.

"Can we go grab a bite to eat," I asked. "We need to talk." Tyler agreed and got into his car. I got in my own and followed him to the cafe we like.

"What's up," he asked as we sat down in a booth. "Did something happen?" I nervously rubbed my neck and took in a deep breath.

"Keith gave me a blowjob." I said quickly, trying to get it out of the way. Tyler faked a gasp and started laughing.

"It's about time," he said, sipping at a mug of coffee. "You two have been at each other for so long, I thought you might actually kill each other." That literally made no sense.

"What do you mean," I asked, feeling slightly offended. "You expected this to happen?"

Tyler nodded and grinned widely. "There was so much sexual tension between you two," he explained. "I'm surprised it took so long."

"You make no sense." I told him, grinning at how stupid he sounded. He shook his head and finished his coffee, signaling for the waitress to come back.

We ordered some breakfast and some more coffee, then began to talk about Tyler's night. Apparently he had to turn away multiple girls that were throwing themselves at him.

"Enough about me," Tyler said after explaining all events from his night. "Was he any good?" If I kept thinking about Keith and what we did, I was going to get a boner.

"Yes," I said, sighing. "He didn't make me do anything, so he ended up having to jack off in the bathroom." Tyler pretended to gag and urged me to continue.

"He kept telling me what to do," I told him, feeling myself grow excited. "It was great."

"I knew you were a bottom." Tyler said after a bit of silence. I flipped him off and began to eat my breakfast. He did the same and soon we were heading our separate ways.

On my way home, I received a text from no other than Keith Jones. I ignored it while I was driving, but I pulled it up as soon as I parked in the driveway.

"We can talk now," It read. "Meet me at mine?"

I wrote back a quick 'yes' and then ran inside to wash off, then brush my teeth. It wasn't long before I was heading to Keith's house.

"I honestly thought you wouldn't come," Keith said sheepishly as he let me in his house. "You didn't seem very happy this morning." I shrugged my shoulders and followed him to his room.

Keith's room was neat and organized, almost the opposite of mine. I gently took a seat on his bed and watched as he took a seat in his rolling chair.

"What was last night?" I asked, fiddling with my fingers. The wheels on the chair squeaked as he rolled closer to me.

"What do you want it to be," he said, stopping in front of me. His hands landed in my knees and he looked at me with a gentle smile.

"I don't know, Keith," I said, rubbing my face anxiously. "I thought you were straight anyways." Keith scoffed and his hands started caressing my knees.

"I thought I was too," he confessed. "Until a few weeks ago." I urged him to go on and slowly took his larger hands into my own.

"There's something about you that is just so distracting, you know," he said, staring at our interlocked fingers. "I don't know why it just started now, but I'm not surprised. You've always been hard to get rid of." Wow, okay.

"So what are you saying?" I asked, meeting his gaze.

"I'm saying," he said, taking in a deep breath. "That I have feelings for Oliver Ashton King." He smiled at me and raised my hand to his mouth the press a soft kiss to the top of it.

"Okay." I said simply.

"Okay," he repeated, grinning at me. "That was easy." Before I could get another word in, he pushed me onto the bed and started kissing me hungrily. I kissed back, but stopped him after a few seconds.

"Aren't your parents home?" I asked, looking at the door to his room. He shook his head and tenderly pushed the back of my head towards him, catching my lips again.

It slowly started getting more heated, and I was growing more nervous by the second. Keith pushed my legs apart and stood between them, pressing his crotch against my own. I squeaked when he started moving against me.

"Keith," I groaned, pulling away from him. "It's not even lunch time." He frowned, but backed away nonetheless. Looking down, I noted that both of us had a raging erection.

"Do you want to take a shower?" He asked, sitting down in the rolling chair. His grin suggested it would be more than a shower.

"No," I told him, standing up from his bed. "I don't." He watched as I wandered to his tv and turned on his PlayStation, bringing back two remotes with me.

I climbed into the inside of the bed and patted the spot next to me, grinning as Keith climbed in beside me. He took the extra remote and helped me pick out a game. We settled for playing Minecraft.

"Your mom is calling." Keith said after about an hour of playing. He handed me my phone and I answered it.

"Hello?" I answered.

"He-help," My moms strained voice said. "Hospital."