Beneath The Surface (Barcode Tinnasit x Jeff Satur Boy's Love)

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Barcode

Even after Barcode's confirmation, the seconds that preluded Jeff's response felt like an eternity. Was he starting to rethink this? The thought pooled a sense of dread and lingering trepidation in the boy's stomach. 

I don't want this dream to end.

Admittingly, Barcode still wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. All he knew was that Jeff had finally spoken the three beautiful words he had always longed to hear. How could his heart not sing and dance at the thought of his love finally being returned?

But beyond the adoration that fluttered within his chest, a new emotion gradually inebriated his senses like a drug. 

Lust.

An addictive sensation that brushed across every nerve in his body like a fine toothcomb. 

With one hand still entwining their fingers, Jeff's other hand pressed firmly against the mahogany coffee table to keep himself hovered above the younger boy. 

"What are you thinking about, P'Jeff?" Barcode musters, tightening his hand upon Jeff's.

"You," Jeff responds in a soft tone, keeping his dark eyes locked upon his own. 

Eye contact had always been their own intimate form of communication. Whenever Barcode felt nervous or anxious, all he had to do was capture Jeff's eyes with his own for him to understand his emotions. Maybe that was why he peered so deeply into Barcode's eyes, searching for an answer beyond the one he originally vocalized.

Can't he see how badly I want this to happen?

"I'm not going to change my mind," Barcode whispers, breaking the silence between them. "Just do it." 

The impatient response encourages a soft chuckle to pass from Jeff's lips. 

"You're as unfiltered and honest as ever," He teases softly, bringing the back of Barcode's hand to his warm lips. "But I don't want you to change your mind, Code." Even with Jeff's gentle teasing, he could tell he was being serious. 

But how could anyone say no to this man? Jeff Satur was the definition of perfection. Hell, the curvature of his chiseled jawline was enough to make even a Greek god envious. From the rich pink hue of his full lips to his dark soulful eyes, Barcode couldn't find a single thing wrong with the man even if he tried.

"Why would I ever not be honest with you?" Barcode musters, fluttering his eyes down to their interlocked fingers. It was difficult to concentrate whenever the throbbing between his legs refused to settle down. 

"I want this, P'Jeff..." he winces, shifting his waist against Jeff's knee for relief. "I want you."

The response encourages a slight warmth to paint over Jeff's handsome features as he gazes down upon the boy, watching the movement of his waist. Was he holding his breath?

"Do exactly as I say," Jeff whispers in a husky tone Barcode was unfamiliar with. With his command delivered, Jeff sinks to rest on his knees in front of Barcode. 

How could he not listen to the commands of such a tantalizing voice?

"What do you want me to do, Phi?" Barcode whimpers softly, attempting to conceal his disappointment at the removal of his knee. It felt wrong for someone as influential as Jeff Satur to kneel in front of him and yet at the same time there was something empowering about their newfound positions. 

"I want you to open your legs for me." Jeff coaxes lowly, releasing their hands to massage the surface of Barcode's thigh. 

Barcode flushed at the request but found himself parting his thighs instinctively to allow the man further access. While he wanted to keep Jeff's eyes locked in his own, the man's gaze diverts to rest upon his growing erection.