- THE GAME -

Confess

Andy POV:

Zander's soft but rough hand reached for my cheek, caressing it. He slowly pulled me down until I could feel his breath fanning on my lips.

I blushed hard, looking at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at my lips.

He slowly started to connect our lips, soft lips on mine. Both of his hands went to my hips, rolling them around him. I gasped, feeling his boner.

He slowly pulled back.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I really fucking like you and-"

His words get muffled by my lips, kissing him hard. I felt my own cock start to harden on his stomach. I rocked my hips against his. I heard a moan get swallowed by my lips.

His tongue grazed my lips and I understood. I opened my mo it for him, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I could never be happier.

His hips bucked on my erection, making me whimper. "Fuck." I heard him whisper when I started to go faster.

"We need to stop here," I nodded, getting off of him. My lips were probably red, but I couldn't care less.

"I like you, too," I blurted out before I even thought about it. "Really?" He looked at me shocked. "How could I not?" I chuckled.

Zander kissed me again.

"Will...um...w-will...will y-you be my b-boyfriend?" Zander stuttered. I nodded, hugging him. "OF COURSE!" I got on his lap and wrapped my legs around him, hugging him harder.

I hissed when my dick pressed against him.

"Let's go to your house and we can fix this, alright?" I nodded, standing up. "And don't worry about cleaning, I already have some people going to do that," I smiled at him. "Okay,"

-Time skip-

Zander thrusted in and out of my ass, causing desperate moans-

(IM JK YALL.)

Me and Zander walked in my house, him going straight to the bathroom. I was going to be smart and go to my room instead of being in plain sight.

I sat down on the bed, taking my pants off.

My tip was red with pre-cum leaking out from it. I slowly wrapped my hand around it, groaning softly when I touched it. I started to stroke it, moving my hand up and down. I closed my eyes as I thought about my boyfriend doing this, moaning.

"Zander," I moaned out, increasing my speed. Pleasure shot through my body as I arched my back and the tightness in my abdomen came.

I grabbed a pillow, moaning Zander's name as I came on the pillow.

I was panting mess, my eyes clothes, back still arched, sweat on my forehead.

I heard a groan come from the room right next to me, making me blush even redder. The groans came faster and faster until Zander moaned my name.

I pulled up my pants, fixing my hair. I went out of my room, seeing the scene in front of me freeze like a freaking statue.

Zander didn't close the door. I didn't close the door. He could've seen me. I could've seen him.

His length was huge, it almost made me scared of how it would fit inside of me. It probably won't go inside of me! Right...?

Heh.

"You look like a tomato," Zander told me. "Huh? Oh," I snapped out of my gaze.

"It was fun watching you," he pulled up his pants, washing his hands.

He patted my head and I washed my hands.

I saw him on the couch, watching a show. I snuggled up close to him. My head on abdomen, arms wrapped around his body. He massaged my head, occasionally playing with my hair.

"I reallyyy like you," I told him, putting my head on his stomach to see him. "I reallyyy like you too," he chuckled. "Promise?" I asked.

"Promise."'

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent."

"Positive?"

"More than my own blood."

"What if it's not your blood?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

I looked down, tears in my eyes.

"Just... childhood stuff..." I sniffled.

Poor baby. Welp, off to kill Ezra-